The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin, who specializes in treating foreigners, is a master with guns.

Whether a gun is good or not can only be determined by using it.

The lever rifle sent by Benjamin Goldberg has smooth lines and a stock made of yellow pineapple wood. It was found outside the customs and was later listed as a protected plant.

If you just look at the shape, it has surpassed the lever rifle made by the old man Browning, and it is in line with Zhao Chuanxin's aesthetics.

Zhao Chuanxin first figured out the safety mechanism of the offset locking of the bolt. When he opened the lever bolt, the tail was not exposed and the sealing was good. It was not easy for sand and dust to get in and cause malfunctions.

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Where is the hammer?"

Benjamin Goldberg said: "There is no hammer, and there is a built-in firing pin, which is different from Winchester and Marlin rifles. There is no leaf spring inside, and the spiral circlip used is more durable. The rotating magazine, When loading, the bullet will rotate inside, which avoids some minor problems of Winchester and Marlin lever rifles. The main reason is that the ammunition capacity will not be affected by the long ammunition, so pointed bullets can be used.”

Many lever rifles use round-nose bullets from pistols, which greatly reduces the flight stability and accuracy of the bullets.

Zhao Chuanxin touched a small iron pillar above the tail of the receiver and asked, "What is this? Can it bounce?"

Benjamin Goldberg said proudly: "Because there is no hammer, when the firing pin is ready to be fired, this small iron pillar will pop up, and you can tell whether it is loaded with your thumb."

Hiss...it looks so advanced. Zhao Chuanxin looked at the exposed brass surface outside the magazine, which had "0" written on it, and asked, "What is this?"

Benjamin Goldberg grinned: "Master, this is the remaining ammunition indicator. When reloading, the ratchet in the middle of the magazine will rotate. When the ammunition is full, it will turn to the 6 position. Every time you fire, it will rotate. Empty is 0.”

Sure enough, high-end.

Zhao Chuanxin loaded the .280 pointed bullet into the warehouse. He found it a bit laborious and could not guarantee the loading speed.

After loading it, he frowned and asked, "Can this bullet kill someone? And why is it only loaded with six rounds? Wow, the advantage of the lever rifle is half gone."

Not at least .300?

Moreover, many lever rifles are equipped with 15 or even 18 rounds. Of course, they are round-nose bullets.

Benjamin Goldberg shrugged: "Master, believe me, this bullet has great kinetic energy, is easy to control in bursts, and is smooth enough to fire frequently. Why do you need so many bullets when shooting on horseback? I didn't wait. After six rounds, I missed it.”

What he said made sense, and Zhao Chuanxin couldn't refute it.

He can circle infinitely while stepping on the Misty Traveler, but others cannot, and this gun is not designed for him.

Zhao Chuanxin collected this gun and took five boxes of ammunition.

"I'll ask Liu Huaqiang and the others to make a quotation later, and I'll send Lubin Mansion officials to hand it over. There's no need to lose money and make noise, as long as you don't let the lions open their mouths to deceive your own people."

Lubin Mansion cannot be used in vain, Juanwang Technical College can also make money.

Benjamin Goldberg said with a smile: "Master, I hold the majority of the shares in the Hankou Concession Arsenal, and the pricing power is in my hands. They mainly earn wages and management and maintenance money."

"..." Zhao Chuanxin glanced at his apprentice in surprise.

Are his wings so hard now?

No, the master must quickly strengthen his own strength and suppress the arrogance of the brat.

He was very well-behaved at first, but he was killed first and then played later. After two more years of rebelliousness, he still won't go to Fangjiewa?

Thinking of this, Zhao Chuanxin waved his hands angrily: "Ah, okay, okay, hurry up and get out of here, I'm going to bed, and I have to go on a long trip tomorrow."

Benjamin Goldberg saw that the master was still the same master, moody and no one could guess his thoughts.

Before closing the door, Benjamin Goldberg thought of his mistress: "Master, won't you wait until my mistress comes back?"

"Haha..." Having said this, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly felt proud: "From now on, I will come back at least once or twice every month, so there is no need to wait."

Benjamin Goldberg scratching his head?

We come back twice a month, that’s four trips back and forth. Isn’t it too much trouble to travel thousands of miles?

…

Zhao Chuanxin left as soon as he said so.

The next morning, when the camels flying in the sky left the desert along the stone road to carry coal, the sun was about to rise.

The camel that was full of water was puffing out white air and walking slowly with its wide feet.

Zhao Chuanxin was not walking the same path as them.

Because he no longer wears fire-collecting armor and has no cloak to maintain stability, Xingyue said that winter would cause damage to Desert Root, and speeding without Desert Root would be risky.

It took Zhao Chuanxin two hours to arrive at Liangzhou City.

Liangzhou government office.

Wang Buying frowned.

Not only was he the magistrate of Liangzhou Prefecture, he was also in charge of Ganliang Military Preparation Road, Northwest Business Affairs Office, etc., and was in charge of five seals in total.

If you have to make a comparison, he is about the same as Zhao Chuanxin, and he is in charge of the entire military and political affairs in Liangzhou Prefecture.

The difference is that Zhao Chuanxin was "autonomous", but he had to obey the orders of the Qing court; Zhao Chuanxin lived alone, but he was loyal to the Qing Dynasty.

The old guy is fifty-six years old and his body is in good shape.

He was determined to do practical things, run new schools, engage in farming, manage military affairs and public security, and he also wanted to change the bad habits of local officialdom.

However, when I arrived in Liangzhou, I saw that I was rotten to the core, and there was no fuel-efficient lamp from top to bottom.

Simply put, Mei Shunan, the magistrate of Wuwei County, is a fucker. Many people call him Mei Bapi.

The exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes were as fierce as a tiger, and Wang Buying was powerless. He wanted to take care of it, but whenever this matter was mentioned, all his subordinates unanimously persuaded him: "It is the time when the imperial court is using money. If you make rash changes, I might cause a big disaster."

Yes, the stamp duty cannot be reduced, and the people are unwilling to buy anything other than opium.

He could only advise and persuade the people to plant mulberry and raise silkworms, to take their time and one step at a time.

He once served as the prefect of Changzhou in the south. Through his connections, he introduced silkworm seeds from the south, hoping to change the unhealthy local agricultural structure.

The effect is there, but not much. Otherwise, the anti-donation campaign would not have happened this fall.

When he was working on the new school, he sometimes had to give lectures himself to show that he attached great importance to education.

But when I went to teach that time, I found Mei Shunan flirting with a female teacher, which made Wang Buying angry to death.

His method of changing the bad habits of the officialdom did not work, so he could only set an example. When he took office, the local government would donate a sum of "sitting money", which could be as low as one thousand taels, and as high as several thousand taels.

But he didn't accept it.

The magistrate will not accept it, and the magistrate will be strong if he has no desires.

But the middle-level officials deceived the superiors and kept the subordinates colluded. He wanted to take care of it but was unable to do so.

Now that Cixi and Guangxu are dead, Wang Buying knows that the whole country is like a duck floating on water. On the surface, everything is calm, but in fact, there are powerful undercurrents surging below.

When I was thinking about what else I could do besides setting up a tight defense and dividing my troops to attack the thief's lair.

Suddenly there was someone in front of him.

Yes, suddenly there was an extra person.

Wang Buying was startled, and then heard the man say: "Don't scream, you will be easily beaten."

Wang Buying took a deep breath: "Who are you?"

"Zhao Chuanxin!"

As soon as the three words came out, Wang Buying was shocked: "You..."

The Taishi chair is against the wall, and there is a small tea table between the two chairs.

Zhao Chuanxin sat down without being invited, and Shi Shiran sat down on his chair, crossed his legs, lit a cigarette, and poured himself a cup of tea: "Wang Buying, also known as Xianzhou. He was die-hardly loyal to the Qing Dynasty. He served as Cixi and Guangxu on their way to the west. Lead troops to protect. I wanted to get rid of the ills of officialdom and develop agriculture in Liangzhou, but then everything failed, right?"

Wang Buying: "..."

He does not think that he has failed, but that the results are not obvious.

Zhao Chuanxin dusted off his cigarette and said, "I came here today for no other reason. I heard that you are suppressing bandits everywhere?"

Wang Buying was a little scared.

But his face was stern and inviolable: "So what? I am the prefect, and you are also the prefect. We are on the same level."

It means that since you are already an official, you should act according to the rules of the officialdom. I advise you not to mess around.

Zhao Chuanxin tapped the tea table with his finger: "I still have to hurry and am very busy, so I won't talk nonsense to you. Others say you are upright, but I don't believe there are people in the world who are not afraid of death. You know how to fly in the sky, right? Your soldiers have already Defeated, we are on our way back now. Don’t go there in the future.”

Wang Buying was very angry.

He frowned: "I suppress bandits, what does it have to do with you?"

Zhao Chuanxin smoothed the wrinkles on his trousers, stood up slowly, stared at Wang Buying and said, "Because I built the sky."

Wang Buying: "..."

He wilted.

I cursed in my heart: What a bastard Zhao Chuanxin, in a bitter cold place like Liangzhou, what are you doing here if you have nothing to do?

Zhao Chuanxin asked him: "In one sentence, do you agree or not?"

"What if you agree? What if you don't agree?" Wang Buying is still fighting for his own character.

"Promise to live, but don't agree to die. Just give me a happy word. If you want to die, I will help you immediately."

Wang Buying stared, took a deep breath, and said decisively, word for word, "I agree!"

After saying that, he was as exhausted as a ball and fell into the Taishi chair.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered, and before the laughter dissipated, he disappeared.

Wang Buying gasped.

Just like Zhao Chuanxin said, no one is not afraid of death.

Some people can control their fear, but others can't.

The key point is that Wang Buying felt that his death was worthless. He was even convinced that he was killed for refuting Zhao Chuanxin's face today, and no one knew how he died.

This way of dying is too frustrating.

…

Zhao Chuanxin told Mei Shunan not to let others know that he had been there.

But he didn't speak to Wang Buying.

Because some people don't need to make their words clear.

60 kilometers away, we passed Yangjiaba, climbed over a not-so-high mountain, waded across the Liutiao River, and then came to the mountains one after another in Wushaoling.

Zhao Chuanxin was unsure: "Xingyue, are you sure you want to leave like this?"

He has never walked like this before, always following the route of the ancient plank road or the new plank road.

He hadn't walked by, and Xingyue hadn't walked by either.

Xingyue said: "I'm sure. Since I can't walk fast, I simply took a shortcut. I checked more than ten maps in the Morrison Library and compared them repeatedly. I can't go wrong."

Xingyue was right. Soon Zhao Chuanxin saw him and found a way out.

There was clearly a road ahead, but Xingyue asked him to go over the mountain, over the mountain, over the mountain...

Xingyue said: This place is called Quangou Xian. It would be more convenient if we dig a tunnel.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw Lanzhou Mansion, he was completely relieved.

Normally, Zhao Chuanxin would walk along the Yellow River and he would definitely not get lost. However, Xingyue suddenly got into trouble again and designed a new route for him.

In the evening, we camped on the sand as usual.

Zhao Chuanxin collapsed on the recliner from exhaustion and did not build an extra shelter for Xingyue, letting him toss around flammable and explosive materials in the house.

He took out the God of Spiritual Tribulation wine jug and fed it the "blood medicine" on time.

Instant noodles are indeed a must-have food for travelers to satisfy their hunger. Zhao Chuanxin does not use a stove. The water boils soon after the pot is placed on the ground. He throws in the flour and seasonings, and when it is cooked, he tells Xingyue: "Bring it to the uncle. "

Xingyue was very obedient. She controlled the black puppet craftsman, and her six arms steadily scooped out the noodles and brought them to Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up, and he suddenly coveted the desert emperor's puppet soldiers.

There is no need for it to go into battle, it would be nice if it can help serve tea and water.

After eating the noodles, Zhao Chuanxin was too embarrassed to use Xingyue again. After all, the black puppet craftsman had no legs.

He washed the pots and dishes himself and opened the "Code of the Old Gods".

[The brother and sister who were playing outside came back, and the brother said: Fearless Pioneer, we saw a female monk in the Lower East Side today. She covered her face with a gray scarf, but we still recognized her. I hope this can be helpful to you. 】

[My sister couldn’t wait to share her experience: Fearless Pioneer, I heard someone in the Lower East Side asking about tea and glass. They said they wanted to buy a shipment to sell at the Brilliant Oasis. 】

[I became interested and told them: Go tell that man that there is something he wants at Pioneer Partner Haven No. 1005 on the Upper East Side. 】

[My sister said proudly: I knew you would say that, so I told him in advance. Maybe he was on his way here. 】

[As soon as I finished speaking, the man arrived. 】

[This man is very tall and has a majestic bearing. He has a turban on his head, but no veil to protect him from the sun. His face was deeply wrinkled, and the lines on his forehead showed no signs of anger. 】

[He said to me: A fearless pioneer from China? I hear you have something here that interests me. I don’t know if you recognize me, but they call me the Sea Paper King, because I run the largest sea paper store in Rune City, Green Port and Brilliant Oasis. I am the only book printing factory in Rune City. 】

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up.

I have long wanted to contact the printing industry in Rune City, but I have no way.

The last time he saw the booklet, it was definitely not the color that could be printed with the ink sacs that came with the paper.

The text on a book may have concave and convex textures, or it may be flat-printed color pages. The combination of the two creates a unique texture that Zhao Chuanxin has only seen on banknotes.

[I said: I have heard of King Hai Zhi, but I just met you once. It is my honor to meet you. 】

[The King of Sea Paper nodded reservedly: Fearless Pioneer, let’s put it this way, when it comes to sea paper and printing sounds, I’m not the only one. But I am the only printing house with color printing technology that can do it. 】

[I sincerely praise you: You are amazing. 】

[The Paper King said: I am here this time for your glass, tea and silk. I am not a stingy aristocrat from the Upper East Side. I am a truly powerful businessman. I need a lot of goods. Do you understand Fearless Pioneer? 】

Zhao Chuanxin understands, the wholesale price is fine.

He wrote:

[I said: Then, we need to have a good talk. You want to traffic in this stuff long-term, right? Let’s make it clear first that I won’t be stingy with the discounts I should have, but I can’t default on them. 】

[The paper king sat down and we discussed the price. He asked for a 50% discount on the original retail price. 】

Zhao Chuanxin closed the "Old God Codex" with a snap: "Xingyue, what price should I set?"

Xingyue did not disappoint him: according to the circulation of goods in various places, the price of Green Port seafood shipped to Rune City will increase, depending on the goods, usually at least double. The rune fragments from Rune City transported to Green Port, Brilliant Oasis, and Sea Market will increase at least twice as much. Even if you don't give them a discount, they will sell them at least twice as much if they ship them elsewhere. Seventy percent is a suitable price. You want 80% first and wait for him to bargain.

Zhao Chuanxin immediately followed Xingyue's words.

[After some haggling, I finally priced it at 30% off the retail price, and the paper king emptied all my tea, silk and glass stocks. 】

Zhao Chuanxin wrote at this time:

[I said to the paper king: Next, let’s talk about another deal. I want you to help print a batch of poster paper. I have written the specifications, patterns, text, and requirements on the paper. 】

Closing the "Code of the Old Gods" again with a "snap", Zhao Chuanxin asked Xingyue to write the alien text.

When he was bored negotiating with Tsarist Russia, he drew various banknote patterns at the venue.

One yuan, five yuan, ten yuan, twenty yuan, five hundred yuan, one hundred yuan.

Among them, graphics, color matching, concave and convex texture design, text, numbers, anti-counterfeiting marks... anti-counterfeiting marks are actually not necessary.

But Zhao Chuanxin still designed it, and he was planning for the future.

It is impossible for paper to appear on the earth, but the counterfeiting technology of the people on earth is too strong. What if someone invents banknotes with similar texture in the future?

After Xingyue finished writing, Zhao Chuanxin sent a stack of design drawings over.

[The Sea Paper King said: There are actually three layers of sea paper. Your requirements are very simple. Leave them to me. 】

[Rune City is known as the knowledge warehouse of the cursed desert. The printing industry is developed. The paper king printed it for me at a price of 7 copper coins/sheet. 】

The ratio of gold, silver and copper coins in the Cursed Desert is 1:10:100.

The minimum denomination is one yuan, which is worth an ocean. A big eyeball gold coin is 10 oceans. 10 oceans can print 140 sheets, which is at least 140 oceans.

This coinage cost was acceptable to Zhao Chuanxin.

First come the 5,000 gold coins.

…

In Lubin Mansion, Zhang Shouzeng received a telegram from Belgium that had been sent several times.

The sender was Auguste Bernat, a member of the Standing Committee on International Arbitration.

Yao Jia asked Zhang Shouzeng: "What did this foreign devil from Belgium say?"

Zhang Shouzeng shook his head and laughed: "This is mainly a letter to the prefect. The tone is very arrogant, accusing the prefect of provoking an international war without authorization, and asking our Lubin Prefecture not to increase ordnance, so as not to cause a worldwide panic."

Yao Jia dug her ears: "Is this an idiot?"

"Absolutely." Zhang Shouzeng casually put the telegram on his desk.

…

Zhao Chuanxin walked through the barren loess slopes and crossed the remaining veins of the Qinling Mountains.

In the forest at an altitude of more than 1,500 meters, he saw a little golden monkey squatting on a tree and chewing slowly.

The little guy was very curious about the strange visitor who suddenly visited him. When he saw Zhao Chuanxin eating, he was even more greedy and wanted to get closer. He was beaten twice by his mother before he was taken away.

In the bushes in the valley, Zhao Chuanxin was startled by an eagle owl that was lying dormant during the day.

A black bear roared at him with spittle, and he slapped him to the ground and ran away.

Walk through meadows, shuttle through Bashan pine forests, and float on more than a hundred rivers.

At Xingyue's request, Zhao Chuanxin built a small stone temple in the rubble pile on the remaining veins of the Qinling Mountains. The "enshrined" in the temple was a small pink eyeball.

The stone temple is very small and secluded. It must have a lookout so that the copper eyes can see outside.

Until he arrived at the Han River, Zhao Chuanxin felt that he was relieved and no longer had to "tour the mountains and rivers".

He has spent a night in the mountain forest filled with "crying ghosts and howling wolves" at night, and fully understands why the ancients left many legends about mountain spirits and wild monsters.

But when we arrived at the Han River, it started to rain again, and the southwest wind was miserable.

Zhao Chuanxin did not see the lone boat and the coir raincoat, but he saw wealthy men with millions of dollars, who usually abounded in rivers, lakes and sea ports, admiring the rainy scene on the steamer.

So Zhao Chuanxin left them with another contemporary unsolved mystery - a humanoid object with black and white stripes flying across the river. Yes, I saw it with my own eyes...