The atmosphere was tense.

Mahanda sneered, ready to watch the excitement.

The officials of the Qing Dynasty were like this, when there was a conflict between a Chinese and a foreigner, most of them had to consider international friends.

Let them eat the dogs.

Paul Perriette is a simple scientist, but he thinks that although Zhao Chuanxin is open-mouthed, he can't be called a crime, and he wants to talk about it.

Mo Lixun took a step faster: "Yu Dutong, please open the net, the Taoist is just unintentional......"

Yu Dutong was so annoyed that he didn't listen at all: "Take it!" ”

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly looked up at the sky and said sadly: "Heaven, thick earth, open your eyes and see." This is not afraid of the great powers spying on military aircraft, but wants to harm their own compatriots! ”

Everyone: "......"

I never expected him to come out like this.

The weather in the northwest is very dry, with 29 sunny days out of 30 days a month.

It is strange to say that as Zhao Chuanxin's words fell, a strong wind blew on the ground.

The wind was so strong that it made it impossible to open people's eyes, and it blew people with tears.

That's when it happened.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

The wind stopped.

Yu Dutong let out a painful scream.

I saw Mahanda holding a Mosin Nagant revolver, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at Yu Dutong.

Yu Dutong was shot in the thigh and was bleeding profusely.

Mahanda's face was bewildered.

The rest were stunned.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at Ma Handa: "Okay, the foreigner is really bold, and he actually assassinated the first-class military attache of the imperial court in this city." ”

Mahanda hurriedly defended with a white face: "It's not me, I didn't shoot......"

When the wind was blowing, he raised his arm to cover his eyes.

Then the guns rang out.

He was startled, and instinctively wanted to lower his arm and see what was going on.

But at this moment, there was suddenly an extra gun in his hand.

Instinctively, he gripped the gun......

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at him and scolded: "You dog, you still have to be reasonable?" Your holster is empty, and you have a gun in your hand, and you say that you are not stabbing Yu Tutong? ”

Morrison also beat his chest: "Confused......"

Yu Dutong looked at the bleeding thigh, his nose was so hung and crooked, he pointed at Mahanda and said, "Take him down for me." ”

Mahanda glanced at the revolver at this time and hurriedly shouted, "Wait, my name is engraved on my side gun, and this gun obviously does not have it, the gun is not mine." ”

Mahanda, whose original name was Carl Gustav Emile Mannerheim.

He was actually a nobleman in the decline of Tsarist Russia, and he still holds the title of baron.

He graduated from the Tsarist Royal Cavalry School, fought in the Russo-Japanese War, and also served as an officer in the Tsarist Cavalry Guards Regiment.

In the future, this person's life will be legendary and magical.

His pistol had "Carl" engraved on it.

But apparently the gun in his hand at this time was not engraved.

Zhao Chuanxin immediately said: "Hehe, you say that the lettering is engraved?" So where's your gun? Poor Dao suggested a body search to see who had your gun. If no one takes it, it means lying. ”

As he spoke, he took off his robe first, shook it off for a while, and nothing fell off, his clothes were very thin, and it was clear at a glance whether he had a gun or not.

Zhao Chuanxin put on his robe again: "Okay, do you still have to quibble?" ”

Who is the most suspicious present?

With Morrisun's identity and connections in the capital, he has no reason to do such a thing.

Paul Perriette and Mahanda have been together for more than a year and are similarly unmotivated.

Then it could only be Mahanda.

Mahanda forced himself to compose.

He first slowly put the revolver on the ground and raised his hands: "I have no ill intentions, I ask to contact the Russian embassy." ”

Then he was taken down.

Before leaving, Mahanda shouted: "Paul, help me contact the Russian embassy......"

No one came to arrest Zhao Chuanxin, and the main Yu Dutong was carried away to heal his injuries.

As for Morrison and Paul Perriette, they were both foreigners, and in the absence of a direct and serious conflict, Yu Dutong would never dare to detain them.

Zhao Chuanxin and Morrison and Paul Perriette are out of the city.

Morrison frowned: "How could Mahanda do such a thing? ”

"Mr. Morrison, I do remember something suspicious." Paul Perriette said: "Along the way, Mahanda not only recorded the customs and customs, but also visited the local garrison everywhere he went, and his interest in these was far greater than that of scientific expeditions......"

The implication is that maybe today's events were premeditated by Mahanda.

Mo Lixun suddenly glanced at Zhao Chuanxin, who was smiling, and was suspicious in his heart.

After saying goodbye to Paul Perriette, Morrison asked, "Daoist, this matter ...... the matter."

Zhao Chuanxin put away his smiling face, and looked compassionate: "Hey, it's really a tragedy in the world, you must not follow suit in this matter." ”

"I, how could I emulate ......"

"Hehe, don't leave it at that, Poor Dao is going shopping."

"Wait, Daoist, where do you live?"

"In a bitter cold place, the wind is strong and the sand is abundant, and the air is very bad all day long. There is no talk and laughter, and the exchanges are all white, and there are all villains who grab food and eat with cow dung on their hands. There are also knife-wielding fanatics with blood on their hands, and strange people with pale faces who look like psychos, so I advise you not to go. ”

"......" sounded really bad, and Morrison thought that this might be a form of penance, and he asked, "Daoist, have you traveled all over the world until you reach a place in the desert called 'Ah Rixi'?" Some people say that there are lush vegetation and delicious food, like a pearl in the desert. ”

Zhao Chuanxin really hadn't heard of it: "Maybe it's in the eastern part of the desert, where there are many lakes and springs. ”

Zhao Chuanxin not only stole the beam to change the pillar to blame Ma Handa, but also touched his money.

After parting from Morrison, he perked up and smiled and bought the rest of the goods.

……

Benjamin Goldberg was gone for a few more days.

He misses the food when he followed the master, and the cuisine of Tiannan and Haibei changed to eat.

When I arrived at a family, the herders here were half-pastoral, half-farming, and the main crop was barley.

Benjamin Goldberg offered to borrow their place, cook something to eat, and stay overnight.

He took out a small piece of turquoise: "This is a gift for you." ”

The family had no heirs, and the two daughters, and since the eldest daughter was close to Benjamin Goldberg, he gave the turquoise to the eldest daughter.

Turquoise, which was purchased by Benjamin Goldberg in Hubei, has been given away a lot along the way, this thing can be called a stepping stone in Tibet, and the beads are on the string of mobile passbooks.

The eldest daughter, Ram, happily took it, she was tall, plump, and her complexion was much whiter than that of other Tibetan women that Benjamin Goldberg had seen, but the calluses on her palms were still very thick.

When touched, Benjamin Goldberg felt as if his fingers had rubbed over sandpaper.

Benjamin Goldberg saw her mowing some hay and seemed to be preparing to tie a broom.

Benjamin Goldberg said in blunt Tibetan: "It will be very strong in small bundles, divided into ten sections." ”

Tibetan, like Chinese, is also divided into dialects, which vary from region to region.

Seeing that this foreigner half-grown child could also speak Tibetan, Ram smiled even more happily.

She motioned for Benjamin Goldberg to help her.

Benjamin Goldberg is a little less hands-on.

He roughly signaled for Ram to pinch a lock of hemp rope, and Zigan tightened it, and tied another lock.

Ram complied, and the broom that came out was unusually strong.

Ram put down his broom, took Benjamin Goldberg's hand and shook it for a while, saying something that Benjamin Goldberg didn't understand.

Benjamin Goldberg just smiled awkwardly and put his other hand on the back of Ram's hand: "Don't do this, I'm very conservative." ”

Ram giggled.

Not only did he teach him how to tie a broom, but he also chose a kind of hay and taught Ram how to draw fiber and use it to weave a straw hat.

In the evening, Benjamin Goldberg cut and rolled the noodles by hand and made a meal of beef noodles.

After the meal, Ram took Benjamin Goldberg's hand and went to the white tent next to him.

When Benjamin Goldberg saw that the tent was a little new, a little big, and too white, he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I'm still young, and living in a white tent hurts my body...... I live in that little shack next to it. ”

(End of chapter)