Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Yao Jia naturally went to find Zhao Chuanxin.

After going out, he saw Yao Bing and other snotty babies selling fodder to a timber merchant who came to the Government Commodity Bureau for approval.

Among the snot babies, there is a child with yellow curly hair. He looks silly and is holding a sweet potato and gnawing on it. He is following Yao Bing and others like a follower.

Yao Jia quietly observed for a while. He saw that Yao Bing asked Ma Budai to communicate, asked Arsu to take people to move fodder, and asked Kurd to settle accounts. The rest of the people were surrounding the four of them.

Any system can only represent the interests of some people, but people not only admire the strong but also follow the crowd, and the other children are happy to hang out with the four of them even if their own interests are not satisfied.

Yao Bing doesn't seem to have any scheming, but rather reckless. But the loyalty he showed unintentionally, coupled with the halo bonus given by Zhao Chuanxin, and his extraordinary courage in the face of life and death, allowed him to firmly unite these children.

Isn't this the prototype of power?

Yao Jia was thoughtful, no wonder Zhao Tangong accepted him as his disciple.

Yao Jia looked at it for a while, shook his head, and ordered the official carriage from the Bureau of Government and Merchandise to hitch up and set off.

There are two public cars in Lubin Mansion, one at the Government Cargo Bureau and one at the Lubin Mansion Office. They are both two-wheeled vehicles. The brass handles of the door were stained with green rust, the iron parts on the saddle bridle were covered with red rust, and the leather was worn away, making it look very weak.

These were old cars that had been seized from the Russians who had driven them away, and they looked as if they would fall apart at any time.

There are often Han and Russian businessmen who want to bribe public officials in Lubin Prefecture, saying that they will provide them with cars, but for the time being no one dares to accept such bribes.

Yao Jia got on the car and told the driver: "Go to the government office."

Even the driver complained: "General Office, can our car be replaced with a better one? People outside say that our official cargo bureau is very rich."

The driver is from the Central Plains, probably from Hebei.

He usually only drives for Yao Jia.

The bosses of the car are all close confidants, and this has been the case from ancient times to the present, and they know many of the boss's quirks and secrets.

Sometimes speaking more casually can bring you closer to the leader, but not too often, otherwise it will become annoying and risk being replaced.

There are two reasons why Yao Jia doesn't like to use prairie people as coachmen. The first is that the prairie people are too wild and have no skills when it comes to running a horse. The carriage is so fast that it seems to fall apart if it hits a stone; the second is because The prairie people are too rough and not as smart and careful as this coachman.

Yao Jia said with a smile: "Haha, it's not known to everyone. The fragrance of this old car made of ash has not diminished, and it can at least survive this winter. The prefect said that four-wheeled carriages will be built next year, and we will wait until Hankou can build a car. Now, let’s take a car. Cars are good, they burn oil and run. It’s a pity that we are short of oil, but there is a place that produces oil. Haha, it’s a good place..."

At this point, the coachman couldn't understand.

What kind of oil-burning car, what kind of oil, what the hell?

Yao Jia went to Lubinfu Yamen.

He saw Yang Sangdaxi talking to an ugly guy. After getting off the car, he stepped forward and asked, "Where is the prefect?"

The ugly man looked at Yao Jia.

Yang Sangdaxi said: "The prefect finished his official duties early and went out. He disappeared and disappeared. I don't know where he went. This gentleman also came to look for the prefect."

"Oh?" Yao Jia looked at the ugly man: "Why do you want to see the magistrate?"

The ugly man hurriedly handed over his hand: "Hello, Mr. Yao, I am Cui Fenghua, from Yanbian, working with Liu Yong and Captain Liu."

Yao Jia raised an eyebrow: "Liu Shanzi?"

Cui Fenghua showed an awkward smile.

When Liu Yonghe was still a bandit-like rebel fighting against the Russian army, people in the world called him Liu Danzi.

But since he became the leader of the Backwater Army, out of respect, no one has called him that for a long time.

Cui Fenghua said: "It is Captain Liu. When I came this time, I brought Captain Liu's letter and handed it to Magistrate Zhao. I once worked as a secretary to Magistrate Zhao for a period of time."

The secretary just said it nicely, but in fact it was Liu Yonghe who ran errands for Zhao Chuanxin when he was active in the Yanbian area.

Yao Jia was quite surprised: "Then how do you recognize me?"

Cui Fenghua said with a smile: "Back then, when I went to Lugang Town and met Company Commander Zhao, you were right next to Company Commander Zhao."

He was talking about Zhao Zhongyi.

Yao Jia is Zhao Zhongyi’s eldest brother-in-law.

"Oh..." Yao Jiala said in a long voice: "Then you can come with me to find the prefect."

Yang Sangdaxi frowned: "The prefect's whereabouts are uncertain, how can I find him?"

Zhao Chuanxin was probably the most fucked-up prefect in the Qing dynasty.

It is common to leave any place at will, stay away for many days, and turn away from the shopkeeper.

Sometimes, he could not be found in the entire Lubin Mansion.

Yao Jia smiled and said: "First follow me to the Government and Merchandising Bureau to find those children. They are the most knowledgeable people in Lubin Mansion."

Yao Jia and Cui Fenghua took a two-wheeled carriage and returned to the Government and Commodity Bureau.

On the way, he happened to meet Zhang Shouzeng's carriage.

Of the two carriages in Lubin Prefecture, Yao Jia was usually the one in the official goods bureau, and Zhang Shouzeng was the one in Lubin Prefecture. However, they were both generally shabby, so they could be recognized at a glance.

The two cars stopped, opened the curtain, and Yao Jia asked: "General Manager Zhang, have you seen our prefect?"

Zhang Shouzeng probed his head: "No, I'm also looking for the prefect."

"what's up?"

"Some time ago, a Belgian sent a telegram to the government office and criticized our prefect with fierce words. I didn't take it to heart at the time, but this time he actually published a newspaper to slander the prefect and wanted to unite the rest of the world to boycott the prefect."

If it's just a separate telegram, that's fine.

But people in the Qing Dynasty cared more about reputation, and Zhang Shouzeng attached great importance to this matter.

Yao Jia was also stunned for a moment.

Although his thinking is very different from that of people nowadays, he is still limited by the limitations of the times. Once international reputation is involved, he does not dare to take it lightly.

He said, "Then come with me to the Government and Merchandise Bureau and look for that guy Yao Bing. They must know where the prefect is."

So Zhang Shouzeng's carriage turned around and returned with Yao Jia.

When they arrived at the Government Commodity Bureau, Yao Bing and the others were eating red cabbage soup and Buryat steamed buns.

There were many snot-nosed kids surrounding the big pot, and everyone took turns scooping up the thick purple-red soup.

Whoever takes a sip must have an expression of enjoyment on his face.

Is this stuff really delicious?

In fact, not necessarily.

It just has cream added inside, and kids love the taste.

Coupled with the large number of people, it adds a bit of flavor.

It's just that such a big pot of soup and those steamed buns are worth a lot of money, so they are really willing to pay for them.

Yao Jia looked a little greedy.

He grabbed Yao Bing by the collar and asked, "Where is your master?"

Yao Bing was about to struggle, but when he turned around and saw Yao Jia, the anger on his face flashed away: "Sir, my master is practicing swordsmanship."

"Sword practice?"

Everyone frowned.

These days, who wants to practice cold weapons when all they have to do is practice guns?