Zhao Chuanxin and his entourage entered the house.

This place can be described as a house with four walls.

Each of the three rooms has a kitchen in the middle and bedrooms on both sides.

In one of them, there is a desk next to the kang, which is used as an office.

The room was filled with a pungent smell, and Zhao Chuanxin searched carefully, but he couldn't find the source of the smell.

Rebecca Levi asked, "Are we going to live here?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin's eyelids drooped: "It's just a temporary stay." ”

Rebecca Levi saluted from Zhao Chuanxin, opened it, took out her apron, stretched her arms and sleeves and began to sprinkle and sweep.

Hu Erxing walked around the courtyard and the two houses, and came back and said to Zhao Chuanxin: "My lord, the house is excellent, but unfortunately there are no belongings, as if someone has moved it." ”

His eldest brother lived in a sea green house, and he still lived in a mud house.

Yao Jia also came back from outside, and said with a sigh of teeth: "What's the matter? Build the government in a place where birds don't, and it's a shame that those ministers of the DPRK and China can think of it. In my opinion, it is most appropriate to set up the administrative office in Manchuria. ”

In the past two days, he has been to Manchuria, where Mao Zi has built an excellent number of buildings, the building rules are orderly, and all of them are European-style houses with unique shapes.

Compared with here, the fucking yamen, barracks, stables, and walls are all in one, how can there be a government office? Stinky and dry, the house is surrounded by walls.

Zhao Chuanxin sat on the edge of the kang, watching Rebecca Levi busy inside and outside the house, Yao Bing also dragged a broom and ran all over the ground, saying, "This is not specifically aimed at me. Before Cixi wanted to give me this prefect, the Qing court was already preparing to build the Binfu Mansion. It's a pity that their finances are on the verge of collapse, the rivers are declining, their breath is dying, they can't make ends meet, and they have no money to build a government office. ”

At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the Qing court's tax revenue reached a historical peak.

It is strange to say that the money has increased by an unknown number of times, but the fiscal deficit has become more and more serious, and it can only be said that it is difficult to return and is terminally ill.

Yao Jia leaned on the edge of the window and looked out: "Time, what we lack most is time." ”

Hu Da and Hu Er went to help sprinkle and sweep.

Seeing that Yao Jia didn't work, just talking, he became more and more unaccustomed to him.

This man is bad and lazy.

Now that the prefect's yamen is unavailable, what's the matter if you don't work there?

Zhao Chuanxin took out his "inventory", and put knives, axes, and guns full of kang, which should be oiled and oiled, loaded and loaded, and sharpened knives without mistakenly chopping wood.

"Hehe, if you don't have time, then hurry up!"

Click-click-click......

Zhao Chuanxin carefully inspected each gun.

With everything in order, I took out my luggage and waited for Rebecca Levi to pack it up.

Then he put the two documents on the table and studied them carefully.

Yao Jia found that Zhao Chuanxin didn't speak, and saw that the Hu brothers were always glaring at him, so he had to join in the work.

Even Yao Bing pouted his little buttocks and swept the house full of dust, how could he be embarrassed to be lazy?

When you settle down, time flies.

When Yang Sangdaxi returned, he found that the place had become bright and clean.

He was stunned for a moment, nodded to a few people, ran to the desk, and said cautiously: "My lord, go to find the XBEHYQ chief car and za, he, he said that he only follows the order of the military preparation......"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't raise his head, continued to read the information with a cigarette in his hand, and said, "What about the rest of the managers?" ”

"This is a long way, for example, in the Solun Banner, the lower officials either ride horses for a day, or take a train, or go to Manchuria, and send a telegram to the Hulun Bingbei Road, so that the Bingbei Road can inform the Sauron governor Badanga. Xia Guan thought that it was better to send a telegram, and by the way, let Bing Beidao know that the adult had arrived, and Xia Guan could also return to Niu Lu to pay the errand......"

He is the leader of the order, but he does not belong to the Yubin Mansion, and he only takes care of the house when he comes.

"Since the head is the Tao, why didn't you go?"

"Uh...... First, the subordinate has to ask the lord for instructions. Second, second, the lower officials have no money......"

Telegraphs are expensive.

Money is also needed for a ride.

Only the horse race doesn't need money, but it's too far and too tiring.

Yang Sangda was happy that he had no money, and he was not willing to pay for it himself.

Zhao Chuanxin stopped talking.

Yang Sangda stood aside honestly and waited, feeling uneasy, and said in his heart, shouldn't the new prefect want to blackmail my money?

After Zhao Chuanxin finished reading the last word, he put away the information and got up and said, "Let's go, I'll go with you to send a telegram." ”

Yang Sang Daxi breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Chuanxin put some ingredients into the kitchen and said, "You guys get something to eat yourself, and I'll go out." ”

Yao Bing ran up and said, "Master, I want to go too!" ”

Zhao Chuanxin just wanted to refuse the apprentice, but suddenly thought of something: "Okay! ”

Then he turned to Yao Jia and said, "Mr. Yao, help take care of Rebecca." ”

Yao Jia was stunned.

Immediately, I was overjoyed.

It seems that his work has been recognized by Zhao Chuanxin, and he is determined to promote him to the general office of the Official Goods Bureau.

In this turbulent era, Yao Jia may not be infatuated with the officials of the Qing court, but if you want to do things, you always need to have a starting point.

He said solemnly: "Yes, Lord Zhao." ”

The titles have changed.

Rebecca Levi grabbed Zhao Chuanxin's clothes and said, "Ethan, the fuel piled up in the kitchen is cow dung, can you buy some coal and come back?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin said that it was no wonder that it smelled: "That's too good." ”

Zhao Chuanxin wrapped Yao Bing in a blanket, carried him on horseback, and rode alongside Yang Sangdaxi.

The Yamen of Yubin Mansion is in the southwestern suburbs of Manchuria, very close.

After getting closer, the two slowed down their horses, and Zhao Chuanxin said to Yang Sangdaxi: "You don't need to go back to your Niulu, you can do things directly in Yubin Mansion in the future." ”

Yang Sangda said embarrassedly: "This, it's not in accordance with the rules......"

Clear-eyed people are not optimistic about the Rimin Mansion.

It's a chore.

"My Zhao Chuanxin is the rule!"

Yang Sang Daxi: "......"

Don't look at the train, the Chinese are not allowed to go directly to Manchuria, but entering from outside the city does not prevent it.

This is actually a form of discrimination in disguise.

They need the help of the Chinese people to build, and they must overpower the Chinese people.

Maozi deliberately used this to disgust people.

Without questioning, the two went straight in under the noses of the Russian soldiers.

When he arrived at the telegraph office, Zhao Chuanxin paid for it: "You come and send it, let Bingbeidao tell the head of Suolunqi, and inform him to come to Yubin Mansion to report." ”

Seeing the money, Yang Sang Daxi naturally worked hard, and he didn't have to pay for it himself anyway.

Yao Bing got off the ground and looked left and right curiously: "Master, where is this?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and said: "Soon, this place will be called Yubin Mansion!" ”

Yang Sangda, who was writing, shook his hand......

After the telegram was sent, the three of them waited here for a reply.

After a short time, Hulun Bingbei sent a reply.

Yang Sangda looked at it and said to Zhao Chuanxin: "Lord Song, who is preparing for the Hulun army, already knows about it, and sent someone to inform the chief manager of Badang'a. ”

Zhao Chuanxin was noncommittal.

Where to start, he already knew before he came.

First of all, the five wings are very united, and they always advance and retreat together when encountering things.

Among the Five Wings and Eight Banners, who are the most brave and good at fighting?

The first should be the Sauronians.

The Sauron people first referred to the indigenous people who lived in Siberia and the Trans-Khingan Mountains, that is, "wild Jurchen" and "born Jurchen". But now, it basically refers to the Even-Croats.

And then there's the Barr Tiger Man.

They were formed by the original migration of the Buryats.

These brave people are almost bald by the Qing court, and good things may not be their turn, but they must be brought with them in the war.

The Saurons are almost the last bit of combat effectiveness in the Qing Dynasty, but they can't play a big role because of the rise of thermal weapons.

Now, Zhao Chuanxin is also going to pick up their wool!

Not long after, I received a telegram from Bingbeidao again.

Yang Sangdaxi's face was even more embarrassed: "My lord, Mr. Badanga, he, he won't come......"

Is it really good not to give the new prefect of Yubin Mansion such a face?

Who knew that Zhao Chuanxin didn't seem to be angry at all.

"Tell me how to go to the Solon Banner, and you will go back to the yamen to obey the orders."

"Your ......, my lord"

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Yes!"

Zhao Chuanxin and Yang Sangdaxi went out of Manchuria and asked Yang Sangdaxi to take the horse away.

"With the horse gone, how do you get to the Sauron Banner? By train? But we're just out of Manchuria......"

This time, Zhao Chuanxin didn't bother to explain, he took Yao Bing, who had long been used to it, stepped on the ethereal traveler, and roared away in front of Yang Sang Daxi.

Yang Sang Daxi looked at the cloud of smoke and dust left behind, and the figure that had already passed away, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded...... What kind of demon is this?

Running on the prairie is extraordinarily simple.

Zhao Chuanxin is in full swing!

In just half an hour, we arrived at the location of the Soren Banner.

The settlement of Solunqi is outside the southern part of Hailar City.

They seem to be holding some kind of ritual, with bonfires lit and singing and dancing beside them.

Zhao Chuanxin put away the ethereal traveler, put down Yao Bing, led Yao Bing forward and grabbed a grassland man with a bow and arrows and said, "I am the new prefect of Yubin Mansion, take me to your chief manager Badanga." ”

This man had no respect at all, and looked Zhao Chuanxin up and down: "The new prefect? What prefect? Didn't you just change the capital to prepare the yamen for the army, how did you change it to what kind of mansion? ”

Zhao Chuanxin didn't speak, just looked at him coldly.

The man was not too afraid, and looked at Zhao Chuanxin with his neck.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the people around them gradually surrounded Zhao Chuanxin in the center.

At this moment, a rough and majestic voice came: "What is the matter?" ”

"Chief, some people say that he is the prefect, and he is looking for you."

The man's eyes were still staring at Zhao Chuanxin, and he shouted without looking back.

The crowd parted, and a man wearing a robe, a big-brimmed hat, and a full face of hills and valleys walked over: "It's actually the prefect of Yubin Mansion who has arrived, and he is not welcome!" ”

As he spoke, he bowed his hand, and the salute arrived, but he was not very respectful.

The blowing and playing instruments rested, the singing and dancing people paused, and the people looked at this side with curiosity.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his cowboy hat and buckled it on Yao Bing's head.

He said happily: "Governor Badanga? ”

"It's Xiaguan."

"Why don't you come?"

Badan's old face was embarrassed.

Damn it...... You've just finished sending a telegram, so how did you get there? Didn't you say a telegram sent in Manchuria? It's not so fast to take the train, is it? Flying?

He didn't know that the speed of ordinary birds couldn't catch up with Zhao Chuanxin's speed.

Badanga coughed: "Lower officials, lower officials must obey the orders of the military preparation and cannot leave at will." ”

It's kind of finding a step for myself.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't talk nonsense, and immediately said: "In the future, you don't have to listen to the soldiers, listen to me Zhao Chuanxin!" ”

"Hehe, haha......" Batanga seemed to hear the funniest thing.

The people around him also laughed, laughing back and forth.

The local ministries had a unique relationship with the Qing court.

The five wings and eight flags were originally controlled by the Dutong Yamen. Now, it is subject to military moderation.

It's actually the same thing.

Temperance is temperance, but it is not unconditional obedience.

The five-wing chief also has the right to speak. Whenever they needed to consider the people under their command, they would constantly write to ask for instructions, and the Qing court and the local yamen must pay attention to it.

But which onion is the newly established Hahama Mansion?

I heard that Zhao Chuanxin came to serve as the new prefect, and they were in a remote location, so they didn't know what Zhao Chuanxin was.

Most of the people here don't even recognize Chinese characters, let alone read newspapers.

They laughed, and Zhao Chuanxin laughed too.

Yao Bing listened and looked up curiously, but the brim of his hat blocked his vision, he impatiently lifted the brim of his hat, and the child's clear eyes were full of question marks: "Master, what are you laughing at?" ”

"Good boy, you see singing and dancing here, and you are happy to see it, how can you not laugh?"

When Badanga heard the conversation between the master and the apprentice, he also smiled and said, "Yes, in a flock of eagles, you should laugh too, even if you are only a small house finch. ”

A gun with a stick, I don't know if I will tell Yao Bing or Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at a big tree not far away.

He bowed his head and said to Yao Bing, "Good boy, cover your ears and cover them tightly." ”

Yao Bing was very obedient and immediately covered his ears.

He probably knew what Master was going to do, because he had seen it.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigar, cut off a piece, held it in his mouth, snapped his fingers, and the cigarette butt went out.

He took out the Madsen machine gun again.

Very abrupt......

Tata Tata ......

On one side of the pepper magazine, golden shells burst out.

A terrifying tongue of fire spews.

The faces of the people around him were bloodless.

I saw that the bark of the big tree not far away was splashing, the sawdust was flying, and after a shuttle of bullets was exhausted, the big tree clicked, and the waist was cut off and fell to the ground!

Zhao Chuanxin put Madsen on his shoulder, raised his left hand holding the cigar slightly, and hooked his fingers: "Come, continue to play music and dance!" ”

The scene was silent, and the needles could be heard.

Then there was a spitting sound.

Seeing everyone's stupid and stupid appearance, Zhao Chuanxin's eyebrows widened, his eyes widened, and his voice was low but very penetrating, as dangerous as a tiger's roar: "I said, catch, play, play, music, catch, dance!" ”

After saying that, the magazine was dismantled, replaced with a new one, and the bolt was clicked.

Badang'a was startled, and shouted hoarsely: "Hurry up, didn't you hear Lord Zhao's words?" ”

The musical instrument sounded, and the dance of the sacrifice continued on the spot.

Yao Bing looked at everyone's frightened expressions, and then looked at the master who was holding a cigar and couldn't live for a lifetime, his eyes were full of stars.

Badang Ah smiled and stretched out his hand to invite Zhao Chuanxin to sit on the side of the campfire.

Zhao Chuanxin did not refuse.

After taking their seats, neither of them spoke.

Zhao Chuanxin sat on the ground, put Madsen at his feet, touched his chin and watched them jump with interest.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Badam's head was sweating.

Why haven't you come yet?

In a short time, the hoofs thundered!

I blanched ...... Badanga wiped his forehead like a waterfall of sweat, and finally came.

Just now, Zhao Chuanxin shot at him, and the gunshots were so dense that it was difficult not to attract the attention of Hailar City.

As long as Song Xiaolian is not deaf, as long as the first battalion of horse teams is not deaf, he will definitely come to find out.

When the reinforcements came, Badang'a came to his senses and said with a smile: "Since Lord Zhao is here, we should have a supply of fine wine in the Solun Banner. ”

As he spoke, he brought a deer leg and roasted it on the fire, and brought a wine bag for the pot.

Zhao Chuanxin snatched the deer leg from the hands of the Saurons: "The wild boar really can't taste the chaff, what kind of things are roasted." ”

As he spoke, he stripped off the outer layer of the deer's leg and threw it directly to the salivating hound not far away, then re-oiled it, put on his secret barbecue sprinkles, and roasted it on the fire.

Baadama: "......"

Zhao Chuanxin roasted, looked at the dogs who had eaten the meat out of the corner of his eye, and found that he didn't roll his eyes and foam, so he was relieved.

In fact, it is to test whether there is poison.

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was deaf to the sound of horses' hooves that had already run closer, Badang'a couldn't help but praise Zhao Chuanxin for his boldness and heart.

Zhao Chuanxin secretly urged the old god crucible brand, and the uniform fire immediately roasted the skin of the deer leg dry and crispy, sizzling but not burnt.

Then he took out the small Tibetan knife, cut off a layer of meat and stuffed it into the apprentice's mouth.

Yao Bing did not refuse to come, and his mouth was full of oil.

Badang'a rolled his eyes and handed the wine bag to Zhao Chuanxin.

This wine bag is estimated to be two or three catties of wine.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth, pulled out the wooden stopper, and made a "pop" sound.

Just by smelling the wine, you know that the degree is not low.

But he threw up his head and fell.

Tons of tons of ......

A bag of wine, seeing that it was gone, began to slide drop by drop.

Zhao Chuanxin moved away, poured it, signaled that the wine was gone, pretended to puff up his cheeks, and swallowed all the wine in his mouth: "Thirty-nine degrees of true feelings, fifty-three degrees and three catties without vomiting." I don't know how the prairie people drink, but that's how I usually drink. ”

The people around him stared: "......"

It's not mare's milk wine, it's a pot brought in from outside......

Batanga's ass seemed to be pointed, and she began to move from side to side uneasily.

I'm blanching, I'm blanching, how do you say that?

We prairie people really don't drink like this......

Half a catty of true feelings, three catties of real vomit!

As he spoke, the group of riders arrived.

Seeing that Song Xiaolian, who was almost fifty years old, he was anxious at first, but when he brought someone to approach, he was relieved when he found that there was nothing wrong with the Solon Department.

Badanga stood up and greeted: "Lord Song! ”

Song Xiaolian frowned: "What happened?" Why can you hear the sound of gunfire in Hailar? ”

Badang Achao Zhao Chuanxin, who was cutting the deer's legs to feed his apprentices, said: "The new prefect of Yubin Mansion, Lord Zhao is here." ”

Maybe Badang Ah doesn't know the details of Zhao Chuan's salary.

As a fellow countryman, Song Xiaolian couldn't be clearer.

He was startled, and thought the same way as Batanga—how did he come so quickly?

He stepped forward with a hard head: "Zhao ...... Prefect, old husband Song Xiaolian. ”

In terms of grade, it stands to reason that he is Zhao Chuanxin's superior.

However, Song Xiaolian didn't dare to put on a superior shelf at all.

Zhao Chuanxin patted the land next to him: "Come, old Song, sit down." ”

Song Xiaolian: "......"

Not only Song Xiaolian came, but there was also one person in the crowd.

It's not someone else, it's Zhang Shouzeng that Zhao Chuanxin saw on the train.

He was subordinate to the general office of the Bureau of Negotiations with Russia in Yubin Prefecture, but when he came, he got off directly in Hailar City and went to Hulun Bingbei Road to report.

When he followed Song Xiaolian closer, and after seeing Zhao Chuanxin's face clearly, he couldn't help but be surprised: "It's you, Brother Yu Ren?" ”

Song Xiaolian looked at him suspiciously, not knowing what nerves he had.

Zhao Chuanxin beckoned: "Heyan, you also come, I will be your top boss in the future, Zhao Chuanxin, the prefect of Yubin Prefecture!" ”

Zhang Shouzeng: "......"

I scolded Zhao Chuanxin in my heart, it's really not a thing!

Deceived him all the way, no, I should say that I hid it from him all the way.

scolded in his heart, didn't dare to show it on his face, and didn't dare to say it on his lips, so he followed Song Xiaolian step by step.

At this time, Yao Bing patted his stomach: "Master, I'm full and want to eat pudding." ”

"What pudding do you eat when you're full?"

Yao Bing: "......"

His eyes rolled: "Then I haven't eaten enough." ”

"I didn't eat enough and continued to gnaw on the deer's legs."

Yao Bing: "......"

Song Xiaolian couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it.

But he asked: "Governor Zhao, why didn't you notify me in advance?" ”

"Hehe, that's good." Zhao Chuanxin put the deer leg on the shelf: "I will officially inform you now, and in the future, the chief of the five wings will directly listen to my order from the Binfu!" ”

Am I dazzled? Among the people who voted yesterday, I clearly saw an ID called - talking elbow

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