The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The next day, Gulizal woke up early and happily brushed his teeth with the horsehair toothbrush.

Then her mother applied Elaeagnus gum to her freshly washed hair.

This is the secret of their women’s thick and shiny hair.

She took the family's camel and ran out to cut hay in the sand grass she passed yesterday.

It will take some time for the grass to emerge, and this is the time when the green grass is not picking up, and the fodder at home is not enough for the sheep.

She carried a horn bow on her back, a small scimitar on her waist, and a cowboy hat on her head, shouting happily on her hunchback.

Passing by a post road, a swordsman riding a pony and carrying a Guanshan knife looked up in surprise and saw Gulizar riding a camel. However, he saw that this woman was only twenty-nine years old at most. If you apply Zhu and Cui on it, it will seem like a subtle fragrance floating in the air.

Gulizal also saw him, but he bent his bow on his hunchback and shot an arrow at a dead poplar tree by the roadside.

Duh...

The arrow hit the tree trunk, making it tremble.

The swordsman was startled, turned his head and looked away.

Horned bows are quite expensive. After the rise of firearms, the art of riding and archery in the Central Plains has declined, but there is still a certain market in the northwest. Not everyone can play horse riding and archery, and they have to practice it since childhood.

This little girl looks very fresh, yet thorny.

He didn't have any bad intentions at all, he just took a second look and thought it would be better to provoke him less.

However, when Gulizal and the swordsman were in the wrong place, he suddenly shouted: "After passing the weak water, go northeast for dozens of miles. There is an inn in the desert where you can rest..."

She was still thinking about Zhao Chuanxin and wanted him to earn more rice.

The swordsman was a little confused: What do you mean?

He committed a crime and offended someone he couldn't afford to offend. You can't go to Guanzhong, you can't go to Gannan, and the big cities along the Silk Road in the northwest can't guarantee your safe escape.

The swordsman thought for a while, if there really was such an inn in the desert, it would really be a place to escape the limelight.

So I turned my horse around and gave it a try...

…

Zhao Chuanxin has been busy for another day. He has worked longer than 996. This kind of blessing is about to wear out his patience. But fortunately, there is no particularly big reward at this time, because if the reward is big, the wings will become stiff.

No harm is done, one should still treat one's own kindly.

The sheepfold was not demolished, so Zhao Chuanxin built two more houses with several rooms separated.

I helped Nikola Tesla build a generator again and hung it on the newly erected stone tower, because the wind has been light recently and the energy storage is not enough.

In the evening, Zhao Chuanxin went to Gulizal's courtyard again.

Gulizal stood waiting at the gate this time. After seeing Zhao Chuanxin, he jumped over and stretched out his arms: "I have already taken a shower. If you don't believe me, smell it."

"What do you smell? I can smell the smell of sheep from far away." Zhao Chuanxin teased her.

Gulizal smelled it himself: "Ah? Really? There is no smell?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the firewood pile and found that there was not much in stock.

"How about I go to another place and look at it? If I buy more firewood from you, it will be gone."

Gulizar suddenly became anxious: "No."

Zhao Chuanxin handed her the money as usual and went in to get five bundles, but he made up his mind not to come again.

In this era, if there is not enough fuel during severe cold periods, people can really freeze to death.

When the shepherd dog saw Zhao Chuanxin this time, he lay down in the den and did not dare to bite.

Gulizal seemed to see what Zhao Chuanxin was thinking, and said in a depressed mood: "Zhao Xin, when the grass grows, can I go to your place to graze?"

"No." Zhao Chuanxin replied simply: "My sheep are all sand, won't all your sheep starve to death?"

"It would be great if you had grass there."

Zhao Chuanxin said casually: "Haha, if you have grass seeds and tree seeds, I can make a pasture for you."

"Really?"

Zhao Chuanxin refused to agree with her and ran away on the Misty Traveler: "See you later..."

Nikola Tesla had not slept for more than 48 hours.

This makes Zhao Chuanxin very puzzled. Ordinary people are at risk of sudden death if they don't sleep. Why can Nikola Tesla live a long life?

The next morning, after Zhao Chuanxin finished cooking for him, he said to him: "I'm going to Lanzhou Prefecture to buy some coal. I think it's better for you to take a rest."

Nikola Tesla had excitement on his face, he hesitated to speak, and finally simply said: "Okay."

Gansu's production and construction can be roughly divided into two eras: the Zuo Zongtang era and the Peng Yingjia era.

Peng Yingjia inherited the legacy of Zuo's family, hired foreigners, organized unified donations, opened mines, built factories, and continued to run two bureaus. New deal projects were in full swing everywhere.

When Zhao Chuanxin arrived at the foot of Baita Mountain in Lanzhou Prefecture, he saw many Germans, Americans and Chinese people whispering and pointing out the country on the bank of the Yellow River. Passers-by said that an iron bridge seemed to be built here.

Zhao Chuanxin watched the excitement for a while.

At this time, someone said: "Please report to the general office, I have Zhuang Lang raising people and oxen to offer pearls to see you."

A short and thin old man, who seemed to be an official, nodded with a clear air: "Let him come."

An old scholar took small steps forward, bent down and held his hands in his hands: "Zhuang Lang has seen Lord Peng lifting people and oxen and offering beads."

"What's the matter with you?"

"I think there are many things wrong with building this iron bridge over the Yellow River."

When Zhao Chuanxin arrived in Lanzhou Prefecture, he put on a cotton blue robe with a straight collar, a wide lapel, a right gusset, and large cuffed sleeves. It's just that there is no Hunyuan scarf or Taoist crown on his head, but a knitted hat casually.

On the rare occasion when he came out, Zhao Chuanxin was watching the excitement with his sleeves on the side.

I saw the cow offering pearls, shaking his head and asking for the suspension of the Yellow River Iron Bridge from the perspectives of finance, military, function and current situation changes.

"The northwest has been baptized by war many times, and the finances cannot make ends meet. At this time, we are recuperating, so how can we carry out major construction projects?"

"There is already a Zhenyuan Floating Bridge on the Yellow River in Lanzhou Prefecture, so why build another bridge?"

"At a time when the New Deal is booming and there are financial gaps everywhere, why not use good steel on the blade?"

"Lanzhou Prefecture's top priority is education..."

Seeing Niu Xianzhu shaking his head, as if he was possessed by Marquis Wu, pointing out the country and thinking he was high-spirited, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The laughter was a bit abrupt. Niu Xianzhu turned his head sharply and glared at Zhao Chuanxin: "What are you laughing at?"

The rest of the people looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes: "What the hell do you care about?"

The crowd was in an uproar.

Niu Xianzhu came with his entourage. He angrily stretched out his finger and pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "This is extremely rude. Come on, capture him for me."

The two followers were eager to catch Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin straightened his back and said, "Blessings and Immeasurable Heavenly Lord... quickly take your dirty hands away and let me go away smoothly."

As he said that, he raised his legs and kicked them one at a time. The two followers screamed and flew backwards. They rolled three or four times on the ground before they stopped. They were kicked and couldn't get up for a long time.

I blanched... the crowd was in a state of shock. How powerful is this?

Zhao Chuanxin flicked his broad sleeves, put his hands behind his back and walked to Niu Xianzhu.

Niu Xianzhu was a little scared and didn't dare to move.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Since the Qianlong period, the Shaanxi-Gansu Governor's Office moved from Xi'an to Lanzhou Prefecture to control the Three Qin Dynasties. Now it has become an important military area. Do you know this?"

Niu Xianzhu nodded, but still said stubbornly: "So what?"

"Lanzhou Prefecture has developed transportation and is an important hub. It is the key to economic communication. You know this, right?"

"So, so what?"

"The last time I came here, the Yellow River froze and the Zhenyuan Floating Bridge had been demolished and had to be rebuilt after the ice melted. I think it will be like this every year. You know this, right?"

"So what?"

"During the flood season, pontoon bridges are often washed away, right?"

"So what?"

"If you want to be rich, build roads first, have fewer children and plant more trees. Foreigners know this very well, but you are such a stubborn idiot that you think it is useless to build an iron bridge that can connect the two sides of the Yellow River to traffic?"

After a few words, Niu Xianzhu refuted it and was speechless.

Zhao Chuanxin had just heard that there were many conservatives like Niu Xianzhu around him, mostly scholars, who were skeptical about building an iron bridge.

He scanned the audience and said loudly: "It's okay if I can't help, but why are you holding me back? Don't you know that the light they strive for can also illuminate you and me?"

A bunch of idiots. "

After saying that, Zhao Chuanxin took a step forward and suddenly hit Niu Xianzhu in the face with his headbutt.

Niu Xianzhu screamed and fell down...