The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin picked up several rifles and revolvers on the ground.

The standard weapons of the French army are very strange.

Take the Marseillaise 1892 revolver, which is also called a revolver because the wheel swings to the left, which makes loading easier, but the Marseillaise 1892 has to swing to the right.

Not to mention the bulky Lebel M1886. This gun was used from the Eight-Nation Allied Forces' invasion of China to World War I, and was even used by the French army in World War II.

Zhao Chuanxin absolutely disdains this kind of weapon. If he takes it back to Lugang Town, the members of the insurance team will feel disgraced if they take another look at it.

But there is someone I definitely like, and that person’s surname is Sun...

Abao walked around the corpse and the shocking blood: "Are you okay?"

The first time he said caring words to the perverted monk made Abao blush.

But at the moment when she was desperate, Zhao Chuanxin appeared like a god descending from the earth. She was afraid that she would never forget that hateful face with a playful smile in her life.

"Me?" Zhao Chuanxin reached into his arms, touched the bulletproof vest made of war-scarred leather inside, and said proudly: "The poor monk has already cultivated the indestructible body of Vajra over the long years. What can happen? ?”

Now, when he is not wearing Fortitude Armor, he usually wears a bulletproof vest.

Coupled with the scale shield, Zhao Chuanxin dared to fight hand to hand with confidence.

Abao is doubtful.

At this time, a little head popped out of the stairs, and Benjamin Goldberg shouted: "Master, are there any enemies?"

Behind his head, Zhao Yixian's head popped up.

When the two heard the gunshots and went out, they did not show up in a hurry, but waited confidently.

Let Master kill for a while longer...

Sure enough, there was no movement. When the two came over to take a look, the master was standing innocently in a pool of blood with his hands behind his sleeves.

Zhao Chuanxin waved: "Forget it, come with me. Let's visit Hu Gengtang, who is known as the most generous person in Hankou. We will stay at his house tonight, and we can have a late night snack by the way. Maybe, then, Hu Gengtang can still spend money to satisfy Zhao Yixian, a pervert, because they are the same people."

Zhao Yixian: "..."

Abao looked sideways.

is that so?

Although he has experienced it many times, Zhao Yixian still cannot adapt to the scene of rivers of blood.

He looked up at the roof of the shed and walked past the corpses and blood with a pale face before he dared to breathe.

Being blown by the cold wind outside made me feel better, at least I didn't feel sick anymore.

Zhao Yixian asked around on the road, and sure enough, the people in Hankou didn't know that Hu Gengtang was young. As for reviews, they are mixed.

In 1872, when Hu Gentang's father was dying, he divided several of his properties among his five children. Each person also received 1,500 taels of silver and three salt coupons.

Hu Gentang started his business with these capitals. He immediately registered with the Salt Bureau and opened stores in Guangchang and Yancang near Hankou Shi Wharf to transport and sell Huai salt.

Business is open and becoming more and more popular.

Hu Gengtang tasted the benefits, so he not only managed his own salt tickets, but also paid to rent ten salt tickets from others.

After doing this for eight years, he bought Guangchang and Yancang with 16,000 taels of silver.

Hu Gengtang was never satisfied. Guangchang and Yancang were obtained. Based on this, he filled in the stone dock to build a house, boiled the finished cannibals in warm water, renovated them, and expanded the scale of the warehouse.

Then use these warehouses to collect rent. In addition, he was rich, but the other brothers were not as good as him in business, and finally sold their salt warehouse to Hu Gengtang.

Hu Gengtang relies on rent collection, and his annual net rental income exceeds 10,000 yuan.

Gradually, everyone saw that salt stamps were profitable. When the price of a single salt stamp rose to 3,000 taels of silver, Hu Gengtang bought 49 salt stamps in one go.

Yangzhou and Jiangxi all have his semicolon.

Annual profit, at least 100,000 yuan.

Hu Gentang was shrewd and immediately invested in real estate after making money.

He built an alley on Qingfen Road in Hankou, named Biyunli.

All the houses in Biyunli alley belong to him.

The person Zhao Yixian asked about was the worker who carried cattail bags for Hu Gengtang.

The worker was full of complaints and complained: "The imperial court provides unified specifications for cattail bags, and the price is the same. Carrying salt bags is ten cents a bag. But Hu Gengtang exploited our resources and only gave five cents, while those who bought salt received ten cents."

After all, Zhao Yixian was a person who studied arithmetic and was good at calculations. He clapped his fingers and said, "One salt ticket, 800,000 kilograms of salt, divided into 4,000 cattail bags. Once the salt warehouse is swallowed, he will exploit 400 yuan, which adds up to …”

This made Zhao Yixian extremely envious.

This money comes as easily as a strong wind.

He can't sympathize with the exploited workers, but he can sympathize with Hu Gentang's speed at making money...

The worker's face was full of sorrow and he said bitterly: "Who says it's not the case?"

No matter what, I figured out the location.

Zhao Chuanxin and his party came to Biyunli and found that there were carved buildings on both sides, which were spacious, tall and noble.

Zhao Yixian said: "This is the Wind and Rain Corridor."

The so-called Wind and Rain Corridor is because Hankou is hot and rainy in summer. When walking on this street, pedestrians don’t even need to hold an umbrella. They are all about generosity, which shows the luxury of Hankou salt merchants.

Benjamin Goldberg was astonished: "Does this cost a lot of money? The businessmen here know how to enjoy it. Neither the Rockefeller nor the Morgan family does this."

Walking through the wind and rain corridor, we arrived at the Hu family mansion.

Zhao Yixian stepped forward and knocked on the door.

The concierge opened the door and asked, "What business do you have?"

A Bao gathered his mood and cupped his hands: "Please excuse me, shopkeeper Tong Binghu, and tell A Bao from Taihu Lake to come and see me."

The concierge rolled his eyes: "Come back tomorrow. It's time for the master to go to bed so late."

Abao was anxious: "Excuse me, I'd like to inform you that I have dealt with Shopkeeper Hu several times and we have quite a good relationship."

The concierge retracted his head and wanted to close the door.

But he tried hard, but the door didn't move at all.

Looking up in shock, he saw a bearded monk firmly holding half of the door.

The concierge spoke with anger: "What are you doing, monk? You came to the wrong place to ask for alms. We have no leftovers."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled, and the little chicken nodded: "I know, your master prefers leftovers."

The concierge's expression froze. This was something that was laughed at by everyone in Hankou. It was embarrassing for this monk to say it in a big way.

He was completely angry: "What do you mean? You act wild and don't even look where you are!"

"Hey, hey, don't be angry." Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully: "If there are no leftovers, how about some money? Not too much, just give me 8,000 taels of silver, it will be enough for the poor monk to eat and drink for half a month." .”

Oops...

Is this monk really a spendthrift? Eighteen thousand taels of silver is enough to spend half a month?

The master goes out for whoring every day, so he can’t spend so much?

"Let go, otherwise I will call the nursing home."

Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward and hugged the concierge's neck: "If you say that, I'll assume you agree. Come on, let's get the money inside."

"Hey, eh, let go, let go..."

Po had that numb scalp feeling again.

But Benjamin Goldberg and Zhao Yixian were already used to it and followed them into the Hu family mansion.

The small bridge, flowing water, curtains, and withered Qiluo bushes in the house... Even though it is winter, you can still feel the elegance.

Zhao Yixian was so excited that he almost cried: "If I can have such a villa and garden in this life, I will regret it when I die."

The concierge said he was resting at home, but that was not the case.

There was a boy holding a lantern to illuminate the workers, and he seemed to be pulling the wires.

The porter shouted to the boy over there: "Go and call Li Huyuan, this wild monk is knocking on the door."

The boy handed the lantern to the worker, turned around and ran away.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't take it seriously. He hugged the concierge and came to the worker. He asked the helpless worker: "Construction is also going on at night?"

The worker wiped the sweat from the busy work on his forehead and said: "The customer has paid more and asked to turn on the light in the young master's room overnight."

While he was talking, the wire accidentally fell to the ground. The ground was covered with melted snow. Suddenly there was a chirping sound and sparks of electricity appeared.

The worker quickly picked up a rubber roller to lift up the wire.

In fact, the Westernization Movement did indeed drive social development in the late Qing Dynasty.

By this time, the number of post offices nationwide had reached more than 3,000, and this number continued to grow.

The telephone network has covered more than 150 cities, and many Qing government departments are equipped with telephones.

Not to mention wires, which are nothing new in river port cities.

Zhao Chuanxin was shocked when he saw this: "Why don't you pull the wire without cutting off the gate first?"

The worker scratched his head: "No..."

Zhao Chuanxin gave a thumbs up: "Awesome."

Zhao Yixian didn't know the power of electricity and asked curiously: "Master Cheng Kun, how do you know whether this line is electrified?"

Zhao Chuanxin said: "You can tell by touching it. There will be no reaction if there is no power. If there is power, then you will be straight for the rest of your life."

Zhao Yixian didn't understand, but the worker burst into laughter.

He said: "If electrocuted improperly, the person will become stiff and trembling, the human body will become burnt and smelly, and eventually he will be electrocuted to death."

Zhao Yixian shivered: "..."

Can this be touched?

Benjamin Goldberg scratched his head: "Master, I have a question. If I were exposed to high-voltage electricity, how would you respond?"

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while: "Sprinkle some cumin powder. If it's spicy, sprinkle more chili powder."

"..." Benjamin Goldberg said dryly: "Even Master can't cast a spell to save me?"

Abao looked in all directions and listened in all directions. When he heard Zasui's footsteps, he immediately said: "Stop gossiping, someone is coming."

A tall man with bulging cheeks, carrying a three-section stick, and four other men arrived late under the guidance of a servant.

When the concierge saw it, he immediately straightened his back and said, "Master Li, hurry up, this wild monk is abominable, take him down quickly!"

Zhao Chuanxin clamped his arms: "How dare you do this while this bitch is still in my hands?"

The concierge's words stopped abruptly: "..."

That makes sense.

After Zhao Chuanxin let go of him, he asked those people: "Is there Hu Gengtang among you?"

Li Huyuan held two sections of a three-section stick and made a horse stance. He looked quite capable and yelled loudly: "I advise you to capture him without hesitation, and you will suffer less."

Seeing that his answer was not what he asked, Zhao Chuanxin turned the wheel directly and pointed the Dragon Capturing Ring at him.

Li Huyuan let out an "ah" sound, and the world began to spin.

He lifted his feet off the ground, spun his body and flew towards Zhao Chuanxin.

He also threw away the three-section stick in his hand, dancing happily and wanting to go down, but he couldn't help it.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Li Huyuan's feet and violently swung them towards the telephone pole.

The newly erected telephone poles had weak foundations and fell down again.

The live wires of the electric wires were extended into the flowing water, and immediately a few carp turned upside down...

Li Huyuan was lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The concierge was dumbfounded, and the other nurses were confused.

Zhao Chuanxin put out his Dragon Claw Fist and scratched in the air: "The poor monk's Dragon Capturing Skill has reached the advanced level, and Kakaka is just a scratch!"

Everyone: "..."