The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The corner of Zhao Chuanxin's mouth rose - he could finally have a normal conversation with it and no longer had to rely on vibrations to understand.

"How does soft gold armor compare to fire armor?"

The writing on the goggles reads: Temperature control rune fragments keep the armor warm in winter and cool in summer. The power cord is short but covers all joints to assist. Soft gold armor has better bulletproof and stabproof effects. According to my calculations, even if a Krupp 75-caliber field artillery fragmentation bullet explodes next to you, you will not be fatally injured. Soft gold armor has a stronger buffering effect on impact, but it cannot protect against armor-piercing bullets.

The writing disappears and reappears: Most importantly, I can talk to you, I have eyes, and I can calibrate long-range weapons for you at greater distances, which is crucial for data analysis. Having said this, I need to remind you that winter temperatures can damage desert roots, so it is best not to use it.

The writing disappeared and reappeared: Remember those copper eyes I made? I asked you to insert a copper eye in the mountainside cabin. As long as you want, I can pop up the wooden house screen for you. At this time, you can open the Holy Light Channel and teleport back to the wooden house thousands of kilometers away. You will have the same ability as the Desert Emperor.

Even though Zhao Chuanxin was very ambitious, he couldn't help but beat him wildly at this moment.

He remembered that when he was browsing Moments, he would always see someone shouting from a certain position: Flashing to city x...

Now he is called True Flash.

This reminded him of many images.

Zhao Chuanxin's waist suddenly straightened up.

It’s a global village, just take a stroll!

Xingyue reminds: The premise is that your faith is sufficient.

Zhao Chuanxin felt the speed of absorbing the power of faith: "Save it, it will be enough to send it a few times a month."

Xingyue immediately displayed various data on the goggles - according to your habits, the following are your various data: 1. Height 186cm/2. Weight 87kg/3. Estimated remaining life span 106 years/4. Maximum punching power 557kg/5. The maximum punching force of superimposed secondary limbs (dead body) is 1329kg/6. The maximum punching force of superimposed violent armor is 1874kg/the maximum punching force of superimposed soft gold armor is 2254kg (unless the secondary limbs are used to hit the target, Otherwise, it is not recommended to stack them all, otherwise you will break your bones and muscles.)

Zhao Chuanxin stammered: "Snatch, seize, seize, seize less?"

He remembered that Tyson’s heaviest punch was 450kg. As for the 800kg that people were bragging about, Tyson himself would have shaken his head and laughed when he saw it: Hello everyone, I am Tyson, please don’t brag on my behalf. If you can punch it, you can do it. .

Nowadays, no one on earth can withstand a punch that Zhao Chuanxin has combined with all his equipment and his own strength.

Xingyue continued typing: The explosive power of leg strength is hard to calculate, sometimes high and sometimes low. you……

Before Xingyue finished speaking, Zhao Chuanxin interrupted: "Wait a minute, you said I still have 106 years to live. That's unscientific. I'm sure the lifespan I got has already exceeded this value."

Although I didn’t calculate it, it’s definitely more than that.

Xingyue said: You smoked, stayed up late, indulged in excessive amounts of sex, and consumed a huge amount of energy. After I detected the chemical signals in your body, I found that it only started to improve four years ago. Most of the lifespan you get has been converted into vitality, and the longer you go, the lower the lifespan conversion rate is. You smoke more than one and a half boxes a day, mixed with cigars. If not controlled, life will be lost later.

"Go a few times, quit this and that, then what's the point of my life?" Zhao Chuanxin dismissed it: "It doesn't matter, there is a big wave of life expectancy coming soon, I can live until 2050, no problem."

Xingyue said: I suggest you take off the soft gold armor. After all, the blue crystal is of high value, and you have to work hard to make money to pay for your expensive source of strength. It is recommended that you wear daily glasses. The miniature energy gems embedded in those glasses are enough for you to consume until your vital signs disappear.

Zhao Chuanxin follows the good deeds and feels that his life is no longer confused. He can also be Mr. Data: scientific life, scientific battle, a patient with lying down syndrome whose brain is used as a decoration.

Putting on the pair of flat glasses with a wide mirror surface, Zhao Chuanxin was about to lie down when Xingyue said: It is recommended not to lie down. Myopia is very unfriendly to combatants, and astigmatism is even worse.

Zhao Chuanxin froze and sat on the edge of the Kang.

When Lugang Town was still Lugangling Village, Xingyue followed Zhao Chuanxin.

At that time, it was also possessed by a horse. The smart horse looked like a zombie horse, which frightened many people in Lugangling Village and was the nightmare of many snot-nosed children.

Later, Xingyue possessed the ghost armor, the blue ghost armor, the smart gyroscope...

If there is anyone who knows Zhao Chuanxin best in this world, it is not anyone but Xingyue.

Not even his bed could escape its induction.

That is to say, Xingyue did not mention some of Zhao Chuanxin's hobbies or the length of the summary, otherwise Zhao Chuanxin would definitely scold him.

Xingyue said: Based on the spread of your reputation, I calculated that your power of faith is currently growing at a value of 254,387 thousand/hour, with a peak during the day and a trough at night. The daily growth rate is approximately 4,033,928 thousand/day. This value will reach its peak in half a month, and then gradually decrease. After two months, if you do not appear in any newspaper, the daily growth in the power of your faith will be as low as 100,000-300,000 due to the forgetfulness of the world. Each point is worth 1 meter. It is estimated that in three days, your power of faith value will be able to accumulate 14,569 kilometers of flash mileage for you...

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hands repeatedly: "Okay, okay, I can still live without these decimal points. Stop blabbering and go to sleep."

Outside, Lao Yaotou's youngest son came out to pee and found that the lights in Zhao Chuanxin's house were still on, so he took a look through the window and was shocked.

Is this evil?

Why are you still mumbling and dancing?

Xingyue reminded Zhao Chuanxin: The youngest son of Lao Yaotou's family peeked at you outside the window and was very frightened by you.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "Yeah, scare all the peepers in the world to death."

Blow out the lamp, pull out the wax, and sleep.

The next morning, Lao Yaotou's youngest son hid when he saw Zhao Chuanxin...

After Zhao Chuanxin left a few hundred yuan again, he continued southward from old Yao Tou's house.

The soft gold armor is so easy to put on and take off, Zhao Chuanxin's journey is no longer boring.

Xingyue planned a new route for him, and he avoided many unnecessary mistakes.

Although only four of Xingyue's eight eyes face outward, their vision far exceeds that of all carbon-based creatures.

As long as there are no obstructions, it can clearly see the end of the horizon under visibility.

It didn't take Zhao Chuanxin an hour to arrive outside the capital.

Wearing soft gold armor here is a bit eye-catching.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his armor, put it away, put on his glasses and walked towards the capital.

…

In the Forbidden City, the eunuch said to Cixi: "Old Buddha, this year's tribute has been sent from Hailar, but there are only two kilograms of summer noodles, two wild boars, and no pheasants..."

Cixi looked extremely bad. She couldn't believe it. She was so ill. How dare the eunuch bother her with such a trivial matter?

Just as he was about to ask someone to deal with the eunuch, he heard the eunuch say: "Here is a letter from Zhao Chuanxin, the prefect of Lubin Prefecture, who emphatically stated that it should be delivered to the hands of Lafayette. After multiple tests, it was found that the letter was OK and it was with Hailar. The tributes were sent together.”

Cixi lost her anger and said weakly: "Bring it here."

The little eunuch handed over the letter.

The wax seal is stamped with the word "charcoal worker", and the intact wax seal ensures that no one will open it.

Cixi handed the letter to the eunuch: "Open it and read it."

She had diarrhea and diarrhea for many days and seemed to have no strength to even open the letter.

After opening it, the eunuch muttered: "Hello Cixi..."

Cixi's breathing began to quicken: "..."

Just the beginning made her furious.

But the tone does fit Zhao Chuanxin's character.

The eunuch was sweating coldly: "Since our last brief meeting, my body has become stronger and stronger. But I heard that your health is not in good shape. In view of this, in previous years, Hailar gave away ten wild boars and thirty pheasants. This year I will I’ll give you two pigs, because I don’t think you and Guangxu can finish them all together, and they’ll all be gone after they’re eaten..."

Cixi had been suffering from dysentery since summer and had been suffering from loose stools for a long time.

The little eunuch didn't dare to read anymore and knelt on the ground with a pop: "Slave, slave..."

Ci Xi's face was originally pale, but when she heard this, her face turned a little red.

She spoke with more energy and said in a deep voice: "Get up and continue reading."

The eunuch stood up and read hard: "Actually, it was unnecessary to bombard the Forbidden City in the first place, because I knew you didn't have two years left to live. But why should I do it? To be honest, I just wanted Qing Shi Leave your name. When future generations mention you Cixi, they will definitely gnash their teeth. That old guy didn’t do many human affairs. But when everyone thinks of me, Zhao Chuanxin, oh, I know that person. He is very awesome. He almost He was blown up by Cixi..."

Cixi suddenly laughed.

"Hehehe, hahaha..."

The little eunuch felt horrified when he heard this laughter, and it wasn't until Cixi was so angry that she laughed.

Cixi smiled and said, "Keep reading."

The little eunuch said: "Hearing this, I guess you are having a bit of a comeback. Your pale face must have a little color. If you don't believe me, look in the mirror and see if I am right?"

Not to mention, Cixi actually asked the palace maid to bring a small peepshow and look at it, and her face was indeed much rosier.

Cixi said through her teeth: "That thief really knows things like a god. Keep reading."

The little eunuch turned over a page: "I counted on my fingers and estimated that this letter will be in your hands on October 20th. You must hold on, because I am already on my way, maybe when I will arrive when you read the letter, or maybe later. After all, I am not a fortune teller like Yuan Tiangang, Li Chunfeng and others. The purpose of my coming to the capital is to give you a ride, because you will die on October 22nd. I hope you have figured out how to cook Zaitan. Ah, let me guess, are you going to poison him with arsenic?"

Cixi coughed violently.

The eunuch knelt on the ground again, his face pale with fear.

I can't blame him, I just blame Zhao Chuanxin for writing it in such a simple and easy-to-understand manner that it was so easy to read that I finished the book in a hurry.

After Cixi finished coughing, she looked up and saw the eunuchs and maids looking at her in horror.

Cixi's eyelids twitched and she had murderous intentions.

Who to kill?

She held back for the time being and asked the palace maid to pick up the letter that the eunuch dropped on the ground and hand it to her.

She looked at the last page: "I guess you must have a fierce look in your eyes at this time, and you want to kill the palace maid and eunuch next to you to silence you? I don't want to hurt innocent people, you'd better not do that. You poison Zai Tan, I don’t have any objection, you can do whatever you want. I just came here to give you a ride, I really don’t want to do anything else. But you want to kill innocent people indiscriminately, hehe, you know what I am capable of, don’t blame me for making trouble. "

Cixi's eyes were stern and gloomy, but she finally sighed and handed the letter to the palace maid: "Go, go outside and burn this letter."

The palace maid Fu Shen said: "Yes, Lafayette."

He took the letter and hurried out.

As a result, the wind blew open the last page, and the palace maid caught a glimpse of its contents, her face turned pale, and she pretended that nothing had happened.

However, as soon as she went out, she was grabbed by someone: "Give me the letter."

The palace maid whispered, "Lafayette asked me to burn it."

"Haha, you have to think about it. After all, you still don't know who will be the master in the future."

"This..." The palace maid remembered the words in the letter, and as soon as she loosened her fingers, the letter was taken away.

…

In the south of the city, the home of Morrison.

There was a knock on the door, and Mo Lixun opened the door and saw Zhao Chuanxin looking around with messy hair like his own.

"Mr. Zhao?"

"Oh, Morrison, is your house still for sale?" This was the first thing Zhao Chuanxin said.

"This..." Morrison intended to sell it, but it was difficult to let go, and he wanted to hold on to it for two years.

"Don't leave any ink marks. Just give me a nice word. I've brought all the money."

Zhao Chuanxin threw a bag to him, and there was a jingle inside.

Morrison took it, it was heavy, weighing more than twenty kilograms. He opened it and looked at it. It was bright yellow inside. He took out a gold coin with a big eyeball and looked at it. Hiss...

"How many gold coins are there?"

The West has started to move to the gold standard, with the price of silver depreciating and the price of gold rising, which is very detrimental to the Qing court's compensation and interest.

Gold is always welcome.

"1,000."

Morrison was very cautious about unfamiliar currencies and roughly estimated that they should be worth tens of thousands of dollars.

This amount of money cannot be earned by ordinary people in a lifetime.

"Not enough?" If he changes to another house, Zhao Chuanxin will only lower the price, not raise it.

But it’s really hard to say about Morrison’s house.

Morrison pursed his lips: "It is said that this money is quite a lot, but to be honest, I have collected more than 18,000 books and materials, and a total of more than 2,900 maps and plates in English, French, German, and Italian. , Japanese, Spanish, Portuguese, etc., more than a dozen kinds, all of which are not only large-scale works and a small piece of paper, but also new issues and ancient editions. I have not even let go of a leaflet. Mr. Zhao, to be honest, this is where I have been for several years. It’s really hard to let go of the heart and blood of my life…”

"You just said you want more money?" Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "I know this well."

"Ahem..." Morrison, as a Westerner, was embarrassed by the straightforwardness of an Easterner.

Zhao Chuanxin took out another bag from the secret realm and seemed to have already prepared it.

Again, about the same weight.

"Add another 1,000 gold coins, and one condition - you can continue to live here without charging you rent, and you can live as long as you want. I own the ownership of the house and library, and you have the right to live there."

Morrison swallowed: "Mr. Zhao, I..."

Do you think it’s worth 20,000 oceans?

Let’s talk about the geographical location first. Wangfujing Street is familiar to everyone. This courtyard is located at No. 100 Wangfujing Street. The house number is correct and the location is excellent. The courtyard is built with green bricks and blue tiles and is beautiful and luxurious. The library has also been renovated and heightened.

As for those books, books at this time were not cheap at all. Prices ranged from a dime or two to several yuan, with rare books being even more expensive.

The data reported by Morrison must be adulterated, and there will be many pamphlets in it.

But it is not that the pamphlet is worthless and has no collection value. On the contrary, in future generations, it is not certain which one is more valuable, a large book or a pamphlet.

Zhao Chuanxin did not buy the Morrison Library to increase its value and make money. The cultural value of this library was of great significance. Not to mention 2,000 gold coins, Zhao Chuanxin was willing to spend 20,000 gold coins. Of course, he did not have that much cash now.

Seeing that Morrison still refused to let go, Zhao Chuanxian shrugged and took out the last bag of gold coins: "This is my final offer. Don't tell lies among friends. This is all my cash. Make a list first and follow up. You can continue to search for books, and the money you spend can be reimbursed by me to replenish the bookshelves in the library."

Morrison couldn't resist the temptation, so he let him live and use the books. Zhao Chuanxin paid for it to satisfy his collecting habit. He really couldn't think of a way to refuse.

Morrison nodded: "Okay."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "Okay, give me a free room and no one can enter. Later, you can transfer the property and go to the Yamen to make a deed."

Morrison was surprised: "Are you so relieved?"

"Haha, who in this world dares to cheat me, Zhao Chuanxin?"

Morrison thought about it and realized it was really like this: "Congratulations, Mr. Zhao..."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand: "No need, it's not that difficult to catch him. It's already been planned."

Compliments are pleasant to hear once, a second time to backstab, a bit boring to hear three times, boring to hear four times...

Morrison: "..."

If it were someone else who said such big words, it would be polite if he didn't spit on him.

Morrison wanted to give the main room on the east side to Zhao Chuanxin, but Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "No need, you continue to live there, give me a side room, and I will put a lock in it."

Put a lock inside?

Have not heard.

Sure enough, Morrison arranged a bedroom for Zhao Chuanxin. Zhao Chuanxin immediately used a hammer to hammer a lock on the inside of the door and hung up the lock. Morrison looked confused.

What is this operation?

After doing this, it was still early, so Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand to Morrison: "Go and do your business, I'm going to lock it inside."

Morrison: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin inserted the copper eye.

Copper Eye Stone is a small polished true seeing crystal ball, set on an eye-shaped copper frame, with a triangular base underneath, and the base is pointed and can be placed and inserted.

It looks like an eye constantly watching the room.

Zhao Chuanxin flashed out of the window.

Di'anmen Street is crowded with people, and the people on the street have rags and ragged coats. Whose coat is shiny and shiny, and who is rich? How can I use it if there is no grease?

This is one of the busiest areas in the capital, with row upon row of shops and a dazzling array of merchandise.

Living in Beijing is not easy.

Beijing officials are not just low-level officials with wealth and low status. They have to plan carefully every year to get by.

For example, a head of the Ministry of Punishment, with a family of four, earns 100 pence every day despite careful calculation.

At this time, the ratio of silver to square hole money has reached 1:1500, so the annual food expenses require 20 taels, and the annual salary of the head of the Criminal Department is only 60 taels.

For expenses such as favors, housing, and clothes, sometimes 60 taels is not enough and you have to go for 100 taels. Where does the rest of the money come from? Naturally it’s extra oil and water.

Beijing officials of this level accounted for half of the people in the capital at this time, and they were considered people who were struggling to make ends meet.

They are better than the worst, and occasionally visit these places, but it is not certain whether they will buy or not.

When you come to the capital, sometimes you will meet a rich and powerful person no matter where you go, so even a well-off official has to keep his tail between his legs.

Zhao Chuanxin casually walked into a silk shop. When the clerk saw that he was wearing a thin, well-starched but severely faded coat, he didn't even look at him.

"How to sell it?" Zhao Chuanxin asked.

"Hey, that's a good question. We are full of fine goods here. One hundred or two hundred cents per foot is from it, five hundred or one thousand cents is from it..."

"Say some fucking human words." Zhao Chuanxin was impatient.

The clerk looked at Zhao Chuanxin again and glared: "Hey, didn't I tell you who you were going against?"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and slapped him.

"Snapped……"

"You're so spicy, you can't understand human speech, right?"

The waiter staggered after being slapped. He looked around and pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "Wait..."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand and slapped him again: "Waiting for you? Waiting? I asked you how much money you have, but you don't understand?"

"you?"

"Snapped!"

"Can you understand?"

"Yes, I can understand."

Zhao Chuanxin, a tall man, went to that station and directly blocked the way of the clerk. He wanted to go out and asked others to get out, so he had to give in and said, "Sir, the satin you asked about costs 130 yuan per foot."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the satin with a better color and asked: "Where is this one?"

"Two hundred and sixty cents per foot."

"what about this?"

"580 yuan per foot."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a wooden box, in which the silver coins were neatly stacked. One box was 20 yuan, and 5 boxes was one hundred yuan.

"One hundred and thirty, two hundred and six, and five hundred and eight, you can make up the money, and you can buy as much as you can."

"Oh..." The guy smiled despite his red and swollen face: "Okay, wait a minute, I'll do the math for you."

After taking the satin, Zhao Chuanxin turned around and went out, heading straight towards the Forbidden City...