The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Miao Cuihua remembered that every year Zhao Chuanxin would not let Zhao Hongzhi kowtow.

Those snot-nosed kids who came to kowtow to pay New Year's greetings would add insult to injury when they returned home, so several versions of the rumor spread in Lugang Town.

Some people speculate that Zhao Chuanxin and Zhao Zhongyi are so close that they can even see some similarities in their faces.

Perhaps a family like the "Pot Smashing Cow" got separated on the way when they were fleeing and crossing Guandong.

Maybe they were originally a family.

Perhaps it was because according to the genealogy, Zhao Hongzhi was older than Zhao Chuanxin, so he did not allow Zhao Hongzhi to kowtow.

These are all normal things. In this era, it is not unusual for a man to work in his fifties, sixties, or even seventy years to farm the land and give birth to children. It is far less useless than in later generations...

Therefore, there are many people who are older and younger.

Miao Cuihua also heard about it, so she was unwilling to let Zhao Hongzhi kowtow to her. After all...

After Zhao Hongzhi finished kowtow, Miao Cuihua handed him the red envelope: "Okay, go up there."

As he said that, he pulled Zhao Hongzhi away in disgust.

Zhao Hongzhi sniffed and rolled his eyes mischievously: What his parents said is indeed true. It's not that if a family doesn't enter a house, uncles won't be allowed to knock, and aunts won't be allowed to knock.

Moreover, he just called Aunt Zhao, and Miao Cuihua didn't refute him at all.

When all the snot-nosed kids saw that their uncle was not here, there was still a red envelope to receive. They were immediately happy and lined up to kowtow to receive the unexpected wealth.

I just don’t know if Miao Cuihua is a good person and would wrap two pieces of money in a red envelope like her uncle did, so that she could fool her parents.

This scene left Samuel Goldberg and Rachel Kravis dumbfounded.

Boy, that's a bit spectacular.

After handing out the red envelopes, Miao Cuihua waved her hand away: "Everyone, get lost..."

Jiang Mingxin quickly put on her down jacket: "Mom, I'm going out to play with Li Anyang..."

With that said, she took her lantern and ran away with the snot babies.

Samuel Goldberg was a little worried: "It's so late, it's not safe..."

Liu Jiahui said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, one or two thieves who come and go infrequently may not be the opponent of that boy Defu. Besides, there are too many ants to kill the elephant, and these children are very united!"

Defu is the king of children. He has grown rapidly this year. When he has nothing to do, he goes to the camp where the insurance team trains. Not only does he learn a few moves, but he is also said to be a good shot.

In the autumn, there was a spy sent by Tsarist Russia. Because he was unprofessional, the boy Defu saw the clues. He led a group of children to surround him, beat him with a stick and beat his head to a bloody point, and finally sent him to the police station.

A group of snot-nosed kids secretly organized a "rape-picking team" and enjoyed patrolling with wooden guns every day.

…

Zhao Chuanxin got a copper coin from his first dumpling. He laughed and said, "Men who love to laugh always have better luck. This is the year when they will get rich."

Zhao Yixian drank a cup of wine, hissed and said, "If a man is always unlucky, I really don't know how to laugh."

What this bitch said made sense, and Zhao Chuanxin, who was celebrating the New Year, was speechless.

Zhao Yixian likes to pick and pull vegetables repeatedly with his chopsticks. He also likes to stick out his tongue before picking up the food. After drinking the wine, he hisses like a flying dragon spitting fire.

Zhao Chuanxin responded very well and pointed to the side: "Take the wine and food and go to the side to eat. Then I will stick out my fucking tongue and cut it off for you."

Liu Huaqiang's mother quickly said: "It's Chinese New Year, so I don't want to talk about 'cut' or 'kill'..."

Zhao Chuanxin's teeth ached: "How about you, old lady, move over here with Zhao Yixian?"

"..."

Liu Huaqiang's wife hurriedly smiled shyly: "Mr. Zhao, don't be as knowledgeable as us women. We country people are short-sighted."

They were afraid that Zhao Chuanxin would drive them away and take back the house or something.

After eating, Zhao Chuanxin always felt that something was missing.

He didn't drink, and he wasn't confused at all.

He looked out the window and patted his thigh: "Benjamin, if you kowtow to my master, I will give you a red envelope."

Nikola Tesla may not understand, but Benjamin Goldberg has been immersed in Chinese studies for a long time and often reads folk literature and various novels. He knows that it is natural to kowtow to his master even if he is not young, so he does not hesitate. Kneel down.

This child is completely "Chinese".

Zhao Chuanxin immediately wrapped a big red envelope and gave it to his apprentice.

Zhao Yixian's eyes widened when he saw it.

The red envelope contained not silver dollars, but banknotes, a thick pile.

There are 1903 Bianluo Railway Bonds with a face value of 500 francs, with Li Hongzhang's signature on them; gold marks that are said to "never depreciate"; Japanese yen with the Queen of Japan printed on them; bonds with a face value of 50 pounds issued by Dehua Bank... …The colorful and charming colors are eye-catching.

At this time, both domestic and international banknotes are all diverse and too complicated.

For example, bonds, some worth 50 yuan, can only be exchanged for ten or eight yuan.

So Zhao Yixian didn't know exactly how much money was in the red envelope, but it was at least hundreds or thousands of dollars.

His face was red from drinking, but his head was still bright. Suddenly, Benjamin Goldberg knelt down one after another, kowtowed, and hit the floor with a bang: "It's Chinese New Year, kowtow to Zhao Shenxian."

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

It felt a little weird to kowtow to him at such an old age.

He had to take another red envelope, put a few banknotes in it, and stuffed it into Zhao Yixian.

Liu Huaqiang’s wife kicked him hard under the table, so hard that his body felt like chaff...

Liu Huaqiang frowned. He was not as thick-skinned as Zhao Yixian.

When the wife saw it, her face immediately sank.

When Liu Huaqiang saw it, he could only kneel down and say, "New Year's greetings to the dean."

Zhao Chuanxin gave another red envelope.

Liu Huaqiang's wife couldn't help but be disappointed when she saw that the red envelope was the same as Zhao Yixian's but not as generous as Benjamin Goldberg's.

She said schemingly: "Since Mr. Zhao is the dean and you are a student, and students kowtow to the dean, why would you be reluctant?"

It seems that he is complaining, but in fact he is secretly criticizing Zhao Chuanxin. According to domestic rules, students are disciples, why not treat them equally?

Zhao Chuanxin is a master with sticky hair who is smarter than a monkey. Just because he has a thick face and a dark heart does not mean he is stupid. How can he not tell that?

He immediately said to Benjamin Goldberg, who was holding a red envelope with a silly smile: "Remember, you are my direct disciple of Zhao Chuanxin. Some sects have to enter the palace first, and some have to abide by the precepts, but our sect, the entry The first thing is to divorce your wife.”

"Oh, I know Master, our sect values ​​universal love, and we don't hang ourselves on a tree."

"Children can be taught."

Liu Huaqiang's wife turned pale when she heard this, and she no longer dared to say anything about disciples or students... If Liu Huaqiang divorced his wife, what would Liu Huaqiang's money have to do with her?

This sect is really unorthodox. Not only does it divorce one's wife, but it also involves flirting with women.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled upon seeing this.

The poorer a person is, the more short-sighted he becomes, and the more he cares about gains and losses.

After clearing the table and going back to sleep, Liu Huaqiang said angrily: "You are so short-sighted, what are you talking about?"

His wife was unconvinced: "Why am I talking nonsense? Originally, you were considered Mr. Zhao's disciple, so what's the matter with giving more money? Emma, ​​he is really willing to give it to his disciple. Could it be that he has a thousand yuan?"

"Now that I am the president of the student union, how many people dream of it? If you can't speak, just be quiet and don't cause trouble for me. Do you think that the New Year will make Dean Zhao's temper better?"

His wife suddenly shivered when she thought of Zhao Chuanxin's murderous behavior, which stopped her child from crying at night.

At that time, she was obsessed with money and didn't think much about it.