As early as 30 years ago, Zuo Zongtang wanted to build a bridge over the Yellow River, but the foreign merchants at that time asked for too high a price, and finally the plan was aborted.

It was not until 30 years later that this wish was pushed by Peng Yingjia and the construction began.

Don't look at it as just building a bridge, but from the preparation, transportation, and funding of each case file, there are as many as 45 volumes and more than 500 pieces.

It can be seen that building a bridge at this time is not an easy task, and Peng Yingjia doesn't know how much to worry about.

This will be the first modern bridge over the Yellow River, which is of great significance and even greater economic significance to Lanzhou Province.

When Peng Yingjia planned, some people have been opposed.

This year, seeing that the construction is about to start, ignorant old scholars like Niu Xianzhu will jump out again.

Peng Yingjia boasted that he built the bridge for the public and the people, but he was not less criticized for his white eyes, and he didn't have a mustard in his heart to be fake.

Today, someone finally came forward to endorse him.

And so loudly.

Win the light that illuminates you and me.

Listen, Peng Yingjia was so moved that he thought he had met a confidant.

Then I saw Zhao Chuanxin with a head hammer and beat Niu Xianzhu down.

Zhao Chuanxin spat out: "Phew! ”

The melon skin hat that happened to hit Niu Xianzhu.

Peng Yingjia: "......"

After all, Niu Xianzhu is a lifter, and he has to stop it, so he pretended to say: "Stop, what kind of system is it?" ”

It's just a mouthpiece, and his footsteps don't even move.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the cow on the ground and offered pearls: "Yes, what kind of system have you become of this old thing?" It just doesn't make sense! ”

Niu Xianzhu: "......"

Zhao Chuanxin threw off his sleeve robe and arched his hand around: "See the smile and laugh, the poor road will leave." ”

His robe was ankle-length, just enough to cover the ethereal traveler underneath his feet, and his robe was fluttering and wilting.

It's really exciting to run away after hitting someone.

Leaving everyone present to exclaim.

Peng Yingjia asked: "Is this person a monk or a Taoist?" ”

……

Zhao Chuanxin first went to buy coal, and then went to the post office.

There were not many people in the post office, and soon Zhao Chuan's salary was arranged.

Zhao Chuanxin first mailed a sketch, and then sent a telegram.

The telegrapher who sent the telegram asked, "Sir, what do you want to send?" ”

"You're just sending it, are you there?"

Telegraph operator: "......"

What's even more bizarre is that the other party replied: Yes, say.

Zhao Chuanxin: I'm in Suzhou, nothing to do.

The other party replied: Expected.

Zhao Chuanxin: It is inconvenient to disclose confidential matters, so I contacted New York to allocate laboratory funds, and quickly ran out of food, and purchased a number of experimental equipment, the list is as follows......

Person: Yes, we're doing well.

At this time, behind Zhao Chuanxin, a handsome middle-aged foreign devil complained in English: "Xie Te, hurry up, I still have things to do." ”

Clinker, the outsider in front of him turned his head and bared his teeth, and said in a Southern American accent: "Damn Fake, dead British, will you die in a while?" ”

The American Southern accent is actually the same as the Chinese accent outside the Guan, and Zhao Chuanxin is the most comfortable to speak.

“……”

The telegraph operators were stupid.

Morrison was dumbfounded: "You are American? ”

"Raised by a son of a bitch, I am Chinese."

Morrison said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you knew English, and I'm Australian. ”

"Ahh......h Dead Aussies. ”

Morrison: "......"

Then Zhao Chuanxin said to the telegraph operator: "The last sentence - very busy, burn a few taels of silver every minute, go first, don't go back!" ”

Pay the money and leave.

Zhao Chuanxin went out, lit a cigarette, and thought about what else to buy.

Rice, flour, grain, oil, sauce, vinegar, tea, sugar......

Make the wood of the door panels.

The tweed of the Lanzhou weaving factory.

You have to prepare a little fodder, so that if Gulzar comes on a camel, at least the camel will not starve to death.

Zhao Chuanxin went through the things he was going to buy in his mind, threw away his cigarette butts, and was just about to leave, when someone behind him shouted: "Wait......"

He looked back and was chased by the foreign devil he scolded, this time in Chinese: "Dao Chang wait." ”

Zhao Chuanxin's activity activity neck: "What's the matter?" Looking for a venue, right? What is there to fear about the poor? ”

"Misunderstanding." Morrison explained: "I just wanted to take a picture of the Taoist, and I am the chief correspondent of The Times in Beijing. ”

"Not interested." Zhao Chuanxin was dismissive.

The more he did this, the more Morrison found it amusing.

A Chinese Taoist priest seems to have no long hair, knows American English, and speaks very differently from contemporary people.

He is actually very kind, and he has some reason to die.

Other foreigners demonized the Chinese, but he was the only one who reported the truth and personally witnessed many historical processes, and he was always present from the late Qing Dynasty to the early Republic of China. For example, the Wuxu Reform, the signing of the Xinchou Contract, the Russo-Japanese War, until Xinhai XX, and even later became Yuan Datou's adviser.

In 1902, he moved to Wangfujing Street, opened five wings, and built a library in three months. This person is a bit obsessive-compulsive, so he indexed his collection and made a book, with more than 1,500 pages in two volumes.

As soon as the new foreigners arrived in the capital, the rickshaw driver forcibly pulled him to the Mo Mansion without understanding the language. Because his family is always full of people, there are always people who come to check the information, he opens the index, and he can immediately find the location of the book, and the coachman in the capital thinks that all foreigners are looking for Morrisun......

Morrison asked again: "Where does the Taoist master practice?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin walked away: "Gaha, do you want to steal the teacher?" I advise you not to be delusional, your wisdom is not enough. ”

Morrison chased after him: "Dao Chief, where do you live?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin stopped in front of a large mansion and looked at the gate.

Morrison thought this was his home.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the mansion and said, "Harm, I really want to sell this house and take the money to travel around, but it's a pity that ......."

Morrison hurriedly asked, "What is a pity?" Not the right price? ”

"It's a pity that the owner of this house doesn't agree."

"Poof......

Zhao Chuanxin quickened his pace: "Don't follow me anymore, be careful to go to the government to sue you!" ”

Saying that, every time Zhao Chuanxin took a step, the furious armor was bonus, and one step of three or four meters was comparable to a long jump.

I didn't look at how fast he was, but he was faster than others running wild.

Mo Lixun chased dozens of meters, and Zhao Chuanxin fell a hundred meters away from him...... After all, I didn't catch up.

Mo Lixun wiped his sweat: "Could it be that this is what the Chinese call an immortal cultivator?" This is the art of shrinking the ground into inches? ”

Looking at Zhao Chuanxin, whose figure was gradually disappearing, Mo Lixun smiled bitterly: "My Huigen is enough, but my footsteps can't keep up with ......"

Mo Lixun didn't catch up with Zhao Chuanxin, so he went to the Lanzhou Mansion Agricultural and Mining School.

This school is also run by Peng Yingjia, and the English teacher Lin Ade is also hired by Peng Yingjia.

contributed to the development of this land, Peng Yingjia actually did more than Zuo Zongtang.

Mo Lixun found Lin Ade and said breathlessly: "Do you know, I saw a magical Taoist priest today, who actually knows how to shrink into inches. ”

Roman Catholic missionary Van Dick frowned: "There are many inaccuracies in Chinese religion, I advise you not to be superstitious......"

"......" came out of Van Dijk's mouth, and Morrison thought it strange: "It's true, I saw it with my own eyes......"

The heart speaks truer than you missionaries.

……

Zhao Chuanxin finished buying things and hurried back with the ethereal traveler.

And the laboratory in the desert ushered in an uninvited guest.

A swordsman rode to the stone house.

He was full of dust, tied the horse to the stone pillar where Zhao Chuanxin hung the lantern, and wiped the sweat on his forehead: "God, this inn is very hidden, so grandpa is easy to find!" ”

(End of chapter)