The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

"There is no two miles of land, it should be eight or nine hundred meters long!"

Zhao Chuanxin calmly began to clean his gun.

Large-caliber sniper rifles require proper maintenance. After wiping off the gunpowder residue, Zhao Chuanxin oiled the gun again.

Hong Kong Island is located in the south. Except for the coldest period in winter, it is humid all year round.

It won't work without oil.

After putting away the gun, Zhao Chuanxin stood up: "Let's retreat and see if they dare to do it tomorrow."

Li Zhitao looked at the chaotic police team in the distance and his eyelids twitched.

In the past, he wanted to form Zhongshengtang Huntangkou, claiming to be a man of the world, but when he met Zhao Chuanxin, he realized what true lawlessness was!

That's a British policeman, he'll kill him if he says so!

Everyone else is afraid of ghost guys, but Zhao Sheng specifically picks ghost guys to attack!

And with such a sharpshooting technique, he expected that if Zhao Sheng wanted to unify the entire Hong Kong Island, he would only need to deal with all the Xiang Masters and even the second marshal from a distance. It would probably take less than a month to complete the integration.

So powerful!

Awesome!

These people can't read a lot of Chinese characters, and they don't have the financial means to read a newspaper. Otherwise, if you know what Zhao Chuanxin did in the United States, you will not be surprised.

Don’t do six basic things.

Zhao Chuanxin also built a small wooden boat to experience what it was like to live in a houseboat.

He once visited the developed Hong Kong Island, which also had houseboats.

But that kind of houseboat has become a place for Internet celebrities to check in, and a place for celebrities to collect money to take photos. It is beautiful, fully equipped and valuable.

On the first floor are well-furnished rooms and bathrooms. The dining room, kitchen and living room on the second floor can be used for singing karaoke. The third floor is the bar and terrace. Wearing a midriff-baring dress or bikini to enjoy the sea breeze, holding a red wine glass and pretending to take a photo under the sunset, and posting it on WeChat will make people envious for a long time.

As for the current houseboat, it has a pole and oar and a simple awning, which can protect it from rain and wind. It is also a place where you can lie down and take a rest.

Just making do.

Six people were crowded into the small houseboat, and it was difficult to even turn around.

Zhao Chuanxin developed a dislike for this small boat after the initial novelty.

"Feiqiang, go wash your feet quickly, your feet can kill someone!"

"Zhao Sheng, it's not me! It's Toad Boy!"

"Feiqiang, shut up!"

Li Zhitao, who was fondly playing with the Webley revolver, said: "Rinse your feet, Zhao Sheng likes to keep them clean."

Zhao Chuanxin also went to the bow of the boat and looked down at the slurry seawater. The smell went straight to his forehead.

The people in the boathouse nearby dumped their excrement into the sea.

This is because the previous wind disaster destroyed many houseboats. Otherwise, this place is densely packed with boats, and every house is dumped into the sea, and the stench would fill the sky.

He secretly thought: Hold on for two more days and leave immediately after solving the problem!

Hong Kong Island is different from other places.

If it were anywhere else, Zhao Chuanxin would just find a place to live.

But in Hong Kong Island, every inch of land is at a premium, and many people only have 1 square meter of living space. The building is airtight, where is the spare room for accommodation?

The bustling central area is the focus of the police at this time, and they are not allowed to stay in hotels there.

Zhao Chuanxin really had to make do in the houseboat.

Use this water to wash your hands?

Think about it and forget it.

Sitting on the bow and smoking a cigarette, Zhao Chuanxin threw the cigarette butt into the sea.

get up,

He shouted to the inside: "You guys stay, I'll go out for a walk."

He didn't want to come back until the smell dissipated.

"Zhao Sheng, please be careful, the ghosts are hunting you outside."

Li Zhitao and others have become accustomed to this living environment.

In fact, the houseboat they were in was right under the nose of the police.

It's just that there are many people here and it's at sea, so it's not easy to be noticed.

Zhao Chuanxin jumped ashore.

This place is located next to the Central Pier. Some kind of fishing area was set up here in later generations. Diagonally across the bank is Victoria Harbour.

Now it’s all houseboats.

Not far away, we arrived at Causeway Bay.

Here, Zhao Chuanxin must be careful.

I originally planned to go around for a while and then go back after Li Zhitao and the others had finished washing and the smell of their stinky feet had dissipated.

But I heard passers-by comment: "Today's horse racing at the racecourse was so exciting. Horse No. 8, 'Mishan', I really like him!"

"Come to the north (Minnan dialect), you are stupid, I lost miserably last time! Not as nimble as No. 11, I think No. 11 will win!"

Racecourse?

Zhao Chuanxin remembered that people in Hong Kong liked to bet on horse racing, and he always liked to join in the fun, so he planned to go over with the two of them to have a look.

Horse racing events have been held on Hong Kong Island since the middle of the last century. The Wong Nai Chung swamp in Wan Chai was filled in to become the current racecourse.

In 1884, the Hong Kong Jockey Club was established, and horse racing activities began to become popular and held regularly.

People in Hong Kong like to gamble, so gambling is a must when there are horse racing events.

Gambling is the most exciting and even irrational activity.

Zhao Chuanxin never touched this thing. At most, during the holidays, relatives would gather to play a few planes to fight landlords, not even mahjong.

However, when he arrived outside the racecourse, Zhao Chuanxin found that many Chinese were watching outside.

He patted someone on the shoulder: "Brother, why don't you go in?"

There was a makeshift stand inside, filled with foreigners.

"Go to the street! Don't you know that we are not allowed to watch the horse racing on the same stage as the ghost guy?"

Damn, it’s so disappointing.

Zhao Chuanxin discovered that in Hong Kong Island, there are three levels of classification everywhere, and the status of the Chinese here is as humble as ants.

You can't even watch a horse race with foreigners on the same stage.

Look at the Chinese people standing on a big stone drum, looking inside with interest, and look at the foreigners inside waiting for the game to start.

Zhao Chuanxin was a little discouraged.

He was so worried about having his head shaved.

I am anxious to change the status quo, but others seem to have adapted to this hierarchical concept forcibly instilled by the great powers.

He pushed the crowd, and there was no enemy in front of him, they were all pushed away by him.

"Diaozhi, my mother, are you squeezing me?"

"What a poop on you!"

"Top you a lung!"

Zhao Chuanxin received an overwhelming response and received a lot of curses.

His face didn't turn red and his heart didn't beat: "Hey, no matter how qualified I am, I'm almost squeezed out of lunch by you.

And you, you are such an adult, you can’t even stand still!

Old lady, it's dangerous here. I'll give you a hand, be obedient, and stand back a little..."

After pushing and shoving, everyone watched helplessly as the tall young man squeezed his way to the front.

Looking at the crowd, they were swaying about and it was terrible to see.

But everyone just made up for it verbally, and no one dared to take action against Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin took a long breath: "Fortunately, I have a strong body, otherwise I wouldn't let you squeeze me to death. People these days just don't know how to be humble!"

An old man next to him was stunned: "Young man, I haven't seen anyone thicker-skinned than you in several years."

"When did your old man become blind? As everyone knows, I have the thinnest skin!"

"hehe!"

The old man stopped paying attention to him.

Coming early is worse than coming by chance. Anyway, the position that came early was taken away by Zhao Chuanxin.

The horse racing is about to begin.

A horse was led out by a knight.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his devil crystal glasses and put them on, and immediately saw No. 8 "Mi Shan" clearly.

I heard from passers-by that they were optimistic about this horse, but even if Zhao Chuanxin didn't know much about horse racing, he could tell that this horse was too bulky for a horse race.

Does it look like a heavy draft horse?

In fact, Mongolian horses can often be seen in horse racing at the earliest racecourses on Hong Kong Island.

That is to say, in recent years, the influence of the event has gradually expanded, and many Western horses have been introduced.

Even so, horses in today's horse racing activities are diverse.

Anyone who thinks he can get something and looks good will dare to go out and give it a try.

Zhao Chuanxin even saw the figure of the Don hippo.

The most popular horse in Lugang Town is the Don hippopotamus, which is simply the number one target for insurance teams to compete for.

As a war horse, the Don horse is undoubtedly one of the best.

As Zhao Chuanxin grew taller and gained weight, it would be difficult for ordinary horses to carry him.

For example, when he was in Japan, he wanted to get a horse to ride on, but it felt like riding a dog, so he gave up.

The height of Japanese horses at the withers is only about 1.3 meters...

The game begins.

The old man next to Zhao Chuanxin had just quarreled with him, and now he couldn't help but say: "Knight No. 11 has superb riding skills. I think he will win."

Older people are like this, they talk secretly.

But Zhao Chuanxin opened his eyes and told lies, trying to undermine him: "Really? I am optimistic about No. 8 Mi Shan, No. 8 is the best, applause to No. 8!"

The old man exploded when he heard this: "Stupid! Mishan is used to plow fields, maybe he can win the first place!"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't take it seriously and said cheerfully: "You don't know how to talk nonsense. Look at Mi Shan. His shoulder height is probably 1.7 meters. Looking at his muscular appearance, he is the material for a championship!"

You just scolded me for being thick-skinned, which made you so angry that you had a cerebral hemorrhage!

The old man was indeed very angry. This was a kind of anger after his cognitive dignity was trampled on.

"Idiot! With thin bones and bulging muscles, a horse like this can run with a strong temperament. Do you know? Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!"

"You are old and don't understand. A horse must have a big frame, be strong, have a stable temperament, be gentle and easy to control, so that it can win the championship."

"Rotten wood cannot be carved!"

"Old stubborn!"

The two of them were talking to each other, going back and forth, quarreling with each other, and everyone else was dumbfounded.

Good guy, the horse hasn't raced yet, do you want to decide the winner first?

Fortunately, as soon as the gun was fired, the horses rushed out.

The game has begun!

Because there are so many types of horses, there are no standards for weight and other aspects of later generations. As soon as they started running, the gap widened significantly.

Sure enough, No. 11 came out on top!

However, No. 8, who was not optimistic about either Zhao Chuanxin or the old man, could not beat No. 11, but he only fell into second place.

Onlookers outside were shouting, whistling and cursing.

Those who win money will be happy and those who lose money will curse.

Zhao Chuanxin also looked very happy.

It's like watching football. Even if you are not interested, you will be moved by the emotions after being there.

The old man said proudly: "How? No. 11 will definitely win."

Zhao Chuanxin looked surprised: "You are a lot older, are you too competitive? Can you be more mature?"

The old man was so out of breath that he vomited blood.

If you reason with him, he will act like a hooligan with you. If you act like a gangster with him, he will say you are immature.

Half of my body has been buried in the ground, you say I am immature?

I asked you to tell me everything.

So he turned his head angrily.

Zhao Chuanxin was cheerful and focused on watching the game.

Good guy, Mishan dropped from second place to third place at this time.

Then fourth, fifth, sixth...

It was overtaken by a horse, and finally ranked 12th!

The problem is, 12th place is the lowest ranking.

After crossing the finish line, the No. 11 horse was so damned hard to bite Mishan.

In Zhao Chuanxin's view, Mi Shan was so big that he must have fought back, but he was so timid that he hid aside in despair.

The old man laughed loudly when he saw it: "Horses are just like people. They don't have to be big to be powerful and courageous!"

Who does it mean?

Zhao Chuanxin has something to say: "Horses are bullied when they meet foreigners. Some people want to make the foreigners look good when they meet foreigners. But other people are willing to be slaves and are proud of it!"

The old man looked him up and down: "Young man, do you think I am the kind of person who works as a slave for a ghost?"

"Ah?" Zhao Chuanxin said innocently: "You old man, don't talk nonsense. How can a handsome person like me have any bad intentions?"

The old man stroked his gray goatee: "Do you know about the Gui Lao bread poisoning incident decades ago?"

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

"have no idea."

His understanding of history is very partial and he can barely remember the details.

"In the past, the ghost guy was very arrogant and domineering.

Later, Chinese people continued to resist British rule. The most famous one was selling poisonous bread to ghosts.

As a result, the ghost guys panicked and they had to recruit Chinese people to manage the Chinese people.

The situation that Hong Kong is in today is the result of those people fighting for it.

You can't stand it anymore. The Chinese were even worse back then than they are now! "

Zhao Chuanxin was silent for a moment: "You are the one who sold poisonous bread to foreigners, right?"

"That's right! I was working as a white paper fan in Hehe Tu and planned this incident. At that time, the movement was very sensational. The ghost guys were afraid and did not dare to arrest me! There were tens of thousands of gang members behind me. If I were arrested, there would be a third Two of you stand up!"

“Awesome!

Disrespect, disrespect!

I take back what I said and I want to learn a lot from you! "

You see, Zhao Chuanxin is a good young man who corrects his mistakes after he realizes them.

It turns out that in this era, besides him, there are still people who use such fierce methods to deal with ghosts!

After learning about the old man's legendary history, he immediately apologized.

The old man smiled proudly: "Young man, you have a northern accent. Where is your hometown?"

"My hometown is outside the customs."

"Outside the customs? That's not close! People are fleeing outside the customs. Why did you come to Hong Kong Island? Outside the customs is also a good place."

"It's a long story for a child without a mother. But the main thing is to do some business."

When he heard about doing business, the old man nodded and said: "When doing business on Hong Kong Island, all aspects must be taken care of.

Gui Lao's constraints are that it is not easy to manage all the halls, send people to eat and get cards.

Today's Hong Kong Island is different from that of the past. Our own people are also causing harm to our own people.

I know some people in the hall who were all separated from Hetu in the past. If necessary, I can help you make connections. "

People like to nag when they are old. When Zhao Chuanxin did not make excuses, the old man would say a few more words.

Zhao Chuanxin did not answer.

He didn't have the time or patience to take his time, and that wasn't Lugang Town's style.

If you don't obey the court or anything like that, you'll be done with it.

He pointed at the racehorses that had finished one race: "Do you know where these horses are going to be sent?"

In fact, he was optimistic about No. 11, and it would be good to take him back as a stallion.

"If it's too late today, we will stop at the racecourse for one night, and then go back to our homes tomorrow. Sha Tsui, Sai Kung, Lantau, etc. The most common way is to go to Taipingshan, which is nearby."

I can't move anymore, it's all exploded