There was news that the British troops stationed along the railway line were not only cowering in the barracks, but also strengthened their defenses.

The British troops in Tianjinwei and other places, whether they were army or gunboats, did not move.

Where is there a desperate posture with Zhao Chuanxin?

Zhao Chuanxin was puzzled.

He stood up, beckoned and shouted, "Who can play the piano, then play and dance." ”

There is really a Guangdong manager who understands Western musical instruments, and instead of Zhao Chuanxin, he sat down and played a song "To Alice".

Zhao Chuanxin, Zhou Xuexi, and Zhao Xilong came aside.

"Tell me, why did the British army stand still?" The three stinkers were Zhuge Liang, and Zhao Chuanxin asked them.

Zhou Xuexi groaned and said: "Uncle, if there are really tens of thousands of British troops attacking, can you hold it alone?" ”

"Only tens of thousands of British troops?" Zhao Chuanxin was dismissive. "Naturally, I can't hold it."

"......" panted, so that Zhou Xuexi's old waist was suspended. And what if a thousand British troops? ”

"Then, we have to see if these thousand people are hard enough." Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigarette and said lightly.

"Uh......" Zhou Xuexi guessed: "There are few people, and Zhu Erdian knows that he is not an opponent of his uncle." There are many people, it is difficult to transfer, and it affects their interests in China, I don't think they will come to find trouble with my uncle. ”

Zhao Chuanxin was a little surprised in his heart.

But he didn't show it, and looked at Zhao Xilong again.

Compared with Zhou Xuexi, Zhao Xilong has a psychological burden.

If he wants to get ahead in Zhao Chuanxin, he can't follow the rules and follow the rules, and he has to answer brightly.

So he couldn't analyze it according to Zhou Xuexi's thinking, but from another angle: "Mr. Zhao, could it be that Zhu Erdian is personally scared?" This person is the British Minister Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary to China, and his power in China is heavenly, and a word can decide life and death. If he is afraid, not only will he not look for trouble, but he will also be a turtle with a shrunken head, so he will naturally not let the British army go out and continue to provoke you. ”

In a word, it is a prophecy.

When Zhao Chuanxin received a call from Yang Yide the next day, he knew that Zhao Xilong guessed accurately.

Yang Yide said: "Brother Zhao, that foreign devil ran into the British Concession of Tianjin Wei, there are heavy patrols and guards every day, and there are gunboats in the port at any time. Don't worry, the old guy is so frightened that he doesn't dare to trouble you. ”

On the same day, Zhou Xuexi and Zhao Xilong both heard Zhao Chuanxin threatening Zhu Erdian to die on September 18 in the Western calendar.

Unexpectedly, the dignified British Minister Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary to China was so frightened by Zhao Chuanxin's words that he didn't dare to rent out the world.

The two were dumbfounded.

Zhao Chuanxin hung up the phone after a few more perfunctory words.

He stretched and yawned, "Nephew, my friend, you're all settled, aren't you?" ”

"Is Uncle talking about the shaman named Bayar?" Zhou Xuexi nodded: "It's settled, as long as he doesn't run, it's fine." Even if someone on the train sees him with you that day, no foreigner will be able to find him. ”

Zhao Chuanxin's main concern is that foreigners come to seek revenge.

But the movement he made here was also not small, attracting some of the firepower.

In fact, the newspapers have already reported on the tragedy of the Gyeongbong Railway.

"Ta Kung Pao" said: Heroes were covered in tears and generously went to death to leave their lives. Tan Jinyong's death was caused by the country's weakness and ignorance for a long time, and it is a pity and painful. The tragedy of the Jingbong train was caused by the humiliation of Tan Jinyong in San Francisco, and nine out of ten Chinese compatriots in San Francisco came to mourn him......

Some of the major newspapers in the north and south of the country report fairly and truthfully like "Ta Kung Pao", while some are biased towards Zhao Chuanxin, while others are biased towards foreigners, saying that the wicked are evil, and no matter how much they whitewash, they cannot cover up the nature of doing many evils.

Most of the people who say this are cultural people, or half-educated people, who like to play a high-profile kind of person.

The people don't care about those, they dare to stand up for their compatriots overseas, and killing foreigners is a happy thing.

This kind of psychology is very common, so when the Gengzi Incident occurred, so many people flocked to the Boxer.

Therefore, when Zhao Chuanxin left Kaiping and went to Luanzhou to find Bayar's forehead, he suddenly found that the old sacred altar was frantically absorbing the power of faith from all directions.

Bayar didn't see Zhao Chuanxin for many days, and he didn't read the newspaper, and he didn't know that Zhao Chuanxin had won a coal mine that made money every day in just a few days.

It even straightened out the intricate relationships in the Mining Bureau.

He saw that Zhao Chuanxin was stunned and asked, "What happened?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "It's nothing." ”

He touched the two old sacred altars around his neck, and his heart seemed to be able to flash unscrupulously again.

If the British dared to attack at this time, it would be enough for them to drink a pot.

Even if there are thousands of troops, he Zhao Chuanxin is like entering a no-man's land.

Bayard asked, "What have you been doing these days?" Do you want to do the official surnamed Zhou a favor? ”

The two are still on the train on the Gyeongbong Line at the moment.

This is almost impossible in the future generations, and if you swipe your ID card, you will be stopped, but now no one will check it at all.

Normally, such a big disturbance on the Jingfeng Railway is at least strictly investigated by local soldiers, and even the British army will end up in person.

But Zhao Chuanxin made another fuss in Kaiping, and he attracted firepower to himself, so it is not surprising that the two can easily get in the car.

Zhao Chuanxin opened the car window, and the cigarettes of the old knife brand could not hide the pungent smell of soot.

He stuck the cigarette butt out of the window, and the wind blew the ash off, and he retracted it again: "It's hard to say who helped whom, my good nephew's mind is not simple." ”

Bayar didn't understand, he shook his head: "You Han people have too many twists and turns, so people can't guess it." ”

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the darkened sky and didn't speak.

At this time, the carriage door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with a basket on his shoulder, dirty and sneaky in his eyes, asked everyone in the seat what to say.

It was Zhao Chuanxin's turn, and the middle-aged man opened his mouth to show his teeth: "Sir, be hungry, I have steamed buns and pickles here, the steamed buns are made of wheat grown by myself, and the pickles are pickled in radish and shrimp oil grown by myself, and I only need thirty yuan to eat." ”

Zhao Chuanxin was about to refuse, but seeing that Bayar seemed to be very interested, he took out a handful of money and stuffed it over.

The middle-aged man used his chapped hand, which he couldn't tell whether it was dirty or just that color, and reached into the basket covered with cloth and took out steamed buns.

Zhao Chuanxin said happily: "My money is also minted by myself, and you spend it slowly." ”

After Bayar took the steamed buns and pickles, the middle-aged man's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly went to look at the money in his hand.

The money was a little worn, but not serious, and it didn't look like privately minted money, and he smiled: "Sir, you can really laugh." ”

"yes, you see you laughing so much that your back molars are exposed."

“……”

Zhao Chuanxin asked him: "Are you specially buying tickets to sell steamed buns on the train?" ”

The middle-aged man was a little nervous when he heard this: "Ahem, passing by, passing by......"

Zhao Chuanxin understood, I am afraid that this goods came up by pickpocketing the train.

After the middle-aged man left, Zhao Chuanxin took out an iron shelf and an iron plate, and took out a torn pork knuckle and put it on the iron plate.

He stretched out his left palm, placed it under the shelf, and flipped it with a shovel in his right hand.

The iron plate exuded a burst of meat aroma, and the soup on the elbow was steaming.

Bayar's eyes widened at the sight.

"You are the one who has been favored by the god of fire." Bayar couldn't figure it out, so he could only give credit to the god of fire they worshipped.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his chopsticks: "It's the opposite, it's me who favors the god of fire." ”

Since the newspaper came out, the first-class carriages of the Gyeongbong Railway have been rarely attended.

Many people don't understand, thinking that there is only one train, and the first-class carriage is unlucky after the bloody incident, so there are not many passengers here.

The few passengers, attracted by the scent, turned their heads to look.

Bayar handed Zhao Chuanxin a steamed bun, Zhao Chuanxin remembered the middle-aged man's hand, and hurriedly shook his head: "I'm not used to eating steamed steamed buns from wheat flour grown at home, hehe, don't give me pickles." ”

“……”

He ate some soft pork knuckles from the cook of the Mining Bureau.

In Zhao Chuanxin's world, Danfan has a bucket of popcorn in his hand, and there is a good movie everywhere.

It's just that the journey is somewhat tedious.

Passengers go up and down, steam and soot rise high and blend into the clouds of the night.

Outside the window are low, rolling hills with jagged furry edges in the dark.

In times of lack of neon, the stars in the clear night sky are too bright, and the darkness is so deep in the gloomy weather.

After hastily finishing eating, Zhao Chuanxin took out the "Old God Codex", stood on the small table and opened it casually.

Previously, the war of the nine clans had just ended, and a vision was born, indicating that a god would awaken and descend to the world.

The mourning spirit urges me to go to the Cursed Desert in the Far East to find the Desert Emperor and ask for a third old sacred altar.

"I" rushed to the harbor with the elven scouts, the brother and sister, and the mourners, and set off on a ship.

For a long time, Zhao Chuanxin just refreshed his progress every day.

There are stormy waves, fierce monsters as big as whales, and turbulent undercurrents, but all of them have survived without danger.

[I, the elven scout, and my brother and sister stood on the deck, listening to the first mate and the trade officer brag. 】

[The first mate said: After sailing east for a few more days, we arrived at our supply depot, Hongdao. 】

[The trade officer has a pride on his face that he has seen the world: You landlubbers, have you heard of the Red Island in the East? 】

[The first mate asked us.] 】

[We shook our heads in unison, saying that we would like to hear about it, because it is one of the few pleasures of the boring sea life.] 】

[The trade officer said: Red Island is really red, the island is not big, and all the people living on it are fishermen. These fishermen are brave and ferocious, and they have two layers of eyelids on their eyes, one of which is an instantaneous membrane that allows them to see in the sea. They specially selected large sea beasts to hunt, and dragged the prey ashore, and the blood flowed, accumulating over time, staining the land on the island with blood......]

[I only felt a chill rising from the tail vertebrae, and I looked at the elf scout, and I felt incredible. 】

[How many lives do you have to kill to dye an island red?] 】

[First mate interjects: What is a giant beast in the sea, there are monsters in the sea.] Cancers are like dolls in the hands of adults. According to common sense, sea monsters are very sensitive to blood, but the strange thing is that the sea water around Red Island is mixed with grease and blood all year round, but it does not attract sea monsters to dare to go to the island. 】

[Elven scouts curious: Is it because they are afraid of the island's fishermen?] Are you worried that fishermen will hunt sea monsters? 】

[The trade officer scoffed: The first mate's words are wrong, in history, the sea monster has attacked Red Island at least dozens of times, and each time it has suffered heavy casualties. They don't attack islands, just because they don't like to land easily, because they are much less powerful when they come ashore. 】

[The first mate was not convinced: nonsense, there was no sea monster attacking Red Island in history, because legend has it that Red Island was held up by a god, and the god fell into a deep sleep, and no sea monster dared to disturb it. Otherwise, the gods will be awakened, and the sea monster will be eaten first. 】

[The trade officer and the first mate, the two of them were arguing with red faces and red ears, so they almost showed their arms and sleeves to fight......]

After a while, Zhao Chuanxin closed the "Old God Codex" and recovered his strength.

Bayar's forehead had fallen into a deep sleep, and he was snoring like thunder.

Zhao Chuanxin was lying on three rows of chairs, with his forearm on the back of his head, and occasionally raindrops were blown in by the wind through the car window, dripping on his face with a hint of coolness.

After he smoked three cigarettes, he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Sleeping on a rickety, roaring, and choking soot-filled train, the gods still can't sleep soundly when they come.

Wandering between confusion and wakefulness over and over again, the train did not have a curtain covering the sleeping curtains, so that until the bright light of the day came in, no matter how dead the person slept was, he would immediately wake up without sleep.

Zhao Chuanxin also woke up at this time.

He yawned and raised his hand to look at his watch: "Oops, it's almost time to Jinzhou Mansion." ”

Rising from his chair, he took out a cup of water, poured some for Bayar's forehead, and began to brush his teeth.

The face can not be washed, and the teeth must be brushed, which is the life experience summed up during the time when I was lazy.

The water used to rinse your mouth is sprayed directly out of the window.

The passengers in the back row scolded and closed the window to avoid being touched by tooth powder.

But there are still people who can't close in time, and they are splashed on their faces by foam, he twitches his nose, frowns and mutters to himself: "This is the Chang'e brand tooth powder produced by Shanghai Yonghe Industrial Company......"

Jinzhou Mansion is quite developed, although the air is gray at this time, and there will be sandstorms in April and May every year, but the train passes through the city and you can see the streets and shops.

Once upon a time, the decisive battle between the Ming and Qing dynasties was carried out on this land, the Ming Dynasty collapsed, and the Qing Dynasty rose.

The train finally arrived.

The rain had stopped, the two got out of the car, Zhao Chuanxin stretched his waist and said, "Let's find a place to eat a hot meal." ”

Bayar's psychological quality was not as high as Zhao Chuan's salary, and when he saw the soldiers standing guard outside the station, his body was a little stiff.

After all, Zhao Chuanxin had gone on a killing spree on the train, and he was worried that he would be wanted.

What he didn't know was that Zhao Chuanxin's sea fishing documents had always existed, but even if the bounty was like a mountain, no one dared to arrest him.

Zhao Chuanxin said disapprerovingly: "Being a thief will only make you look suspicious." ”

Bayar couldn't help but be amazed when he saw Zhao Chuanxin with his hands in his pockets, his toes were high, and he pointed his nostrils at the soldiers standing guard.

This man's mentality is a mountain that makes people look up.

Sure enough, the two soldiers didn't dare to look at Zhao Chuanxin because they were worried that this was a big man who couldn't be offended. Instead, he looked at Bayar's forehead twice.

In the end, the two of them got out of the station safely.

Zhao Chuanxin took Bayar to wander aimlessly on the streets, fur, textiles, oil mills, pots, jade, shoemaking, small vegetable industry and other shops and workshops.

Jinzhou Mansion occupies a geographical advantage, is in the throat of geographical advantages, and was once prosperous.

Zhao Chuanxin walked on the street after the rain and found that the road was not muddy at all, and it was very smooth.

Jinzhou Mansion has four traditional industries - money village, grain store, pawn, and pot.

There are especially many money banks, and there is one not far away.

What is Fu and, Jin Tailong, Desheng and ......

Zhao Chuanxin's hands are itchy.

Of course, it's just an itch, and you don't really do it.

Some of these money banks are wholly-owned and some are joint ventures, and the start-up capital of each is very small, with a minimum of only eight or nine thousand yuan, and a maximum of only one or two thousand small oceans.

Even if Zhao Chuanxin raised the money for one street, he may not have more than a foreigner bank.

Besides, most of this is the money of the Chinese people.

In addition, the Liaohe Plain is fertile and is an important grain-producing area, so there are many grain stacks.

As the saying goes: the three towers that are undefeated and the Jinzhou City that is not satisfied is said to be an important transit station for grain, and no matter how much grain is carried, it is not enough.

There is a lot of grain, so it breeds the pot industry, that is, shochu.

Zhao Chuanxin had heard of the three shochus of Jinzhou Mansion "Xingjiyong", "Yilongquan" and "Tongshengjin" in Lugang Town before.

Among them, Tongsheng Gold is the most famous.

Seeing Tongshengjin's shop, Zhao Chuanxin went directly in: "The best soju in your store, bring me ten jars." ”

He's not a good drinker, but he's a collector.

If he was lucky enough to die on the battlefield and lived to the 21st century, how could he not have collected a century-old wine and put it out to show off?

Whether it is foreign wine or liquor, he has a lot of collections, distributed in various houses, and even the sky flies a lot.

After buying wine and going out, the two walked to the vicinity of Xiaoling River.

Zhao Chuanxin saw a dim sum shop called "Yuan Hesheng" again.

Without saying a word, he got into it again.

As soon as he entered the house, Bayar's nose smelled the rich sweet smell of pastry.

Zhao Chuanxin is an old glutton, and immediately patted the counter and shouted: "Lama cake, trough cake, hibiscus cake, white skin cake, small mix, stove fruit...... Give me a copy of both. ”

When it comes to all parts of the border, Zhao Chuanxin's salary can be described as clear, and how can there be good things that can be described as a number of treasures.

After going out, I bought braised pig's trotters, fried qianzi, white balls, and water-stuffed buns along the way, and finally stopped in front of a stall selling shrimp oil side dishes, and asked for a few dishes and two bowls of porridge to sit down and eat.

The stall is just west of the Guangji Temple Tower.

When the vendor was serving porridge, Zhao Chuanxin saw that Bayar's forehead had been staring at the photo studio, so he smiled: "I'll take you to take pictures later, so that I can keep it as a souvenir, and when you die, your relatives and friends can still have a thought." ”

“……”

What the fuck do you say, curse people?

Bayar didn't know anything about Zhao Chuanxin, and shook his head: "I know about photography, but I'm old......"

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to a young man with a female companion and said: "Look, the one with the ghost head and toad eyes is still going to shoot, you old guy can't say that he has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and he is also a crane-haired boy with a fairy wind and bones, what are you afraid of?" ”

The young man heard Zhao Chuanxin's words, turned around and glared at him fiercely.

was pulled by a female companion before entering the photo studio......

(End of chapter)