The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Even for those large clans with orderly inheritance, there may not be one or two hundred children kowtow to their elders during the Chinese New Year.

A bit shocking.

The children in the back kowtowed one by one.

After everyone finished kowtowing, Zhao Chuanxin stood up and went to the corner to move the box.

"Come and get them one by one!"

When Sniffle Kid took the pencil case, he was dumbfounded.

Someone couldn't help but said: "Uncle, what is this you gave me? Isn't it a red envelope? Why don't you give me a red envelope this year?"

"Oh, I see you are all grown up. Older children don't need red envelopes."

The snot-nosed kid's little face immediately fell: "Ah? You really don't want to give it to me? Then I'm not kowtowing in vain? Besides, this box looks good, but it doesn't have the benefits of a red envelope!"

"Oh my god, you kowtow to express your feelings just for the red envelope, right?"

"Ah? I don't want red envelopes, I don't want red envelopes!"

You know, Zhao Chuanxin not only gives them red envelopes during the Chinese New Year, but also occasionally buys them snacks and brings them gadgets to play with.

The snot baby didn't dare to offend him!

"This is more or less the same." Zhao Chuanxin said, "This is called a pencil case. It is used to hold pencils. Open it and take a look."

Sniveling Baby opened it and was pleasantly surprised to find the red envelope with a sheep's head pattern lying quietly inside.

"Hehe, I knew Uncle Chuanxin would not refuse to give him a red envelope."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Everyone, get out of here."

With Defu taking the lead, the snotty kids dispersed when they went out.

Li Zhitao asked blankly: "Zhao Sheng, are these your disciples and grandsons?"

These words immediately reminded Zhao Chuanxin of Zhao Hongzhi, who was a disciple or grandson?

He glared at Li Zhitao, who was confused.

Gao Li explained: "These are common people's children in Lugang Town. They are rare children who come to pay homage to the New Year and give red envelopes every year. There used to be only a dozen, but now the number is close to 200, and there will be more next year."

At this time, Miao Cuihua reached out to Jiang Mingxin: "Bring it here!"

Jiang Mingxin rolled his eyes, pulled Li Anyang and said, "Anyang, let's go!"

Then he ignored Miao Cuihua and ran out of the house.

The two little girls poked and cooed in the yard for a long time before returning.

One for each person, hand over the red envelope.

Li Zhitao and Chui Shuiju stretched their necks to watch, and their eyes widened when they saw Miao Cuihua taking out a piece of ocean from the red envelope.

Guess, during the Chinese New Year, Mr. Zhao casually handed out nearly 200 yuan in red envelopes!

Gao Li shook her head at Li Anyang: "Just keep what I gave you, and remember not to spend it randomly."

Jiang Mingxin looked at his mother with big eyes, and then at Gao Li, with a very wonderful expression on his face.

When Miao Cuihua saw it, she tapped Jiang Mingxin's forehead with her white finger: "What are you looking at? I won't give it to you, so I won't waste it on you."

"snort!"

Jiang Mingxin expressed his dissatisfaction, but the gap in his heart was not too big.

The worst outcome is better than last year, because this year's red envelope contains a big ocean and a dime of small ocean. She secretly kept the dime, which is much better than last year's copper coins.

Miao Cuihua became suspicious because she knew her daughter Mo Ruomu.

Ordinarily, the daughter should be very disappointed. After all, Li Anyang could keep his money, but hers was confiscated.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Zhao Chuanxin hurriedly helped Jiang Mingxin out: "Haha, it's quite late. You and Anyang should go back to the house and sleep. We have to continue drinking."

After Jiang Mingxin left, Miao Cuihua inadvertently approached Zhao Chuanxin, pressed her chest against his arm, and whispered: "Is there something fishy in the red envelope?"

"What's the matter? You're too thoughtful."

So, keep drinking.

The next day, Zhao Chuanxin had a splitting headache.

The amount is shallow, and I don’t drink it if I can’t help it.

It’s Chinese New Year, and I drink too much for this joy.

When I opened my eyes, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

It was Miao Cuihua who helped him to bed yesterday. Fortunately, this woman had a bottom line and did not take advantage of others' danger.

After this year, there are more worries.

Zhao Chuanxin's headache became even worse when he thought about all the burdens he had unintentionally placed on him at the end of last year.

During this time, we have to go to Tianjin City to rescue Zhang Rong.

After getting up, he found Fan Ziliang sitting on the sofa in the living room, seemingly waiting for a long time.

"Happy New Year, sir."

"Happy New Year. It's the first day of the new year. Why are you here if you don't sleep in?"

"Sir, I have your telegram. I'll let you know."

"Oh?" Whoever sent a telegram on New Year's Day has something wrong with his brain? "Who posted it and what did it say?"

Fan Ziliang scratched his head and handed over a piece of paper. He couldn't read.

The handwriting is beautiful. Looking at the handwriting of Zhao Chuanxin, you can tell that it was written by Xiao Wu.

It was written on the paper: I, Liang Dunyan, am the president of Peiyang University. I have heard that Mr. Zhao is a patriotic man who has done many things for the people. I have heard that Mr. Zhao has been famous for a long time. Today, I respectfully invite Mr. Zhao to come to the University Hall to give a warning speech to awaken the minds of students with a new style of study and to promote the spirit of patriotism. Songsheng will walk backwards to welcome you!

What does it mean?

Want me to give a lecture at a university?

Zhao Chuanxin's heart was beating wildly.

He shook off the paper and said to Fan Ziliang: "Ziliang, look, look, I have always been low-key, but gold shines everywhere. What is this called? Yes, Liang Dunyan, from the university Principal, please beg me to go to Peiyang University Hall to give a speech. If I don’t agree, I will kneel down and keep begging!”

The phrase "falling back to greet each other" was translated by Zhao Chuanxin as kneeling down to beg.

Fan Ziliang scratched his head: "Sir, why does he kneel down to beg you?"

"You don't understand. This is a matter for educated people. I used to think that I was only six or seven times taller, but now it seems that I should be nine times taller. That's why this man begged me to give a speech."

"Sir, you are so awesome!"

"Hey, I don't want to be like this either. I can't help it. I can't suppress my talent."

After saying that, Zhao Chuanxin immediately got up and went to the police station.

He excitedly entered the house and told Liu Baobao, "I have to go to Tianjin City. You guys should guard your home. This year is going to be a troubled year. Don't let the little devils come and steal the tower!"

Liu Guogui was confused: "On New Year's Day, are you going to Tianjin?"

"I don't want to do this either, but I'm a soft-hearted person, and I hate seeing others kneel down..."

So I showed him the telegram.

Liu Guogui stroked his goatee that he had grown recently. He was not as easy to fool as Fan Ziliang: "We walked backwards to meet each other. As far as I know, it doesn't mean kneeling, right?"

"It's almost the same. I'm leaving in two days, and I happen to go to Tianjin City to rescue Zhang Rong first, and give a speech on the way."

Zhao Chuanxin left happily.

Soon, word spread in Lugang Town that Beiyang University invited Zhao Chuanxin to give a patriotic speech.

Beiyang Xuetang is a modern university with a four-year academic system, including undergraduate and preparatory courses.

Beiyang Academy was later renamed Tianjin University.

Nowadays, it is even more famous, well-known in the educational field, and is the Jerusalem in the hearts of thousands of students.

Zhao Chuanxin has always wanted to do something that would leave his name for future generations. Didn't this opportunity come?

Thinking about it, among these students attending the lecture, there will definitely be those who will have great potential in the future.

In the next century, people looked through their letters and manuscripts, which recorded: In 1907, after listening to Mr. Zhao Chuanxin’s speech, my mind suddenly became clear, my heart opened up, my legs no longer hurt, and my waist no longer hurt. Sour...

Just think about it.

So, a few days later, Zhao Chuanxin got on the train.

Traveling with him is Yuka Naoko.

Naoko Yuka continued to go to the Yanbian area to do intelligence work.

They were walking together on this journey.

"Zhao Jun, are you going to give a speech at the university?"

"Yes, Yuxiang, there are so many things to do that I can't get away from them. But when I think about the thousands of students waiting for me to teach them, it's really hard to say no."

Naoko Yuka blinked. Based on her observations during this period, Zhao Jun walked his horse and dog every day, or he just lay on the recliner and read a book.

It was never like Liu Guogui, Zhao Zhongyi and others who went to work at the security station every day and were extremely busy.

Where can't you pull away?

"Zhao Jun is really amazing. At such a young age, he can go to university to teach and educate people."

"It's not harmful. I'm just expressing my personal opinions. It's nothing."

Zhao Chuanxin said modestly.

At this time, Naoko Yuka glanced out the window, stood up and said, "Zhao Jun, I'm getting out of the car."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Youxiang, pay attention to safety. If something goes wrong, then be careful."

Bowing slightly to him, Naoko Yuka said gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, for your concern."

Little Japan has inherited the Chinese tradition, and Chinese characters are still popular in their country. There are even nobles there who resist foreign languages ​​and books and are full of awe of Chinese characters.

In terms of etiquette, you need to be careful at all times.

Prude, they mean it.

"go Go."

At this time, the speed of the train is really like an old cow, walking with a flat belly.

The speed of this train is only about 25km/h at most.

The speed of Zhao Chuanxin's electric bike was three times that of the train at this time!

He still needed to reverse the car on the way, so Zhao Chuanxin bought a card printed on cardboard and transferred to another car.

Although it is not yet the first lunar month, there are many people going south, and the train station is bustling with people.

People at this time were very particular about appearances. For example, when a military attaché takes a train, he must be escorted by his entourage.

You can often see people wearing big caps at train stations.

This is not surprising, Zhao Chuanxin got into the car without paying attention.

At the station, a pudgy young man said to the girl holding his arm: "Cui Xi, you get on the bus first, and I'll have a few words with Xiangyan."

Yang Cuixi nodded and got in the car.

The train ticket at this time only has the train number and time, but no seat number.

Because there were so many people today, many people had already gotten on the bus.

Yang Cuixi quickly found an empty seat and sat down.

However, as soon as she sat down, a tall figure occupied her side.

She turned around and looked, her eyes brightening.

This man was much taller than an ordinary person, and his face could not be said to be very handsome, but he also had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a straight nose. Not a creamy person, but her skin is delicate. It also happens to be extremely angular, exuding a masculine vibe.

Yang Cuixi said: "Sir, I am sitting here, your position..."

Before she could finish speaking, the man said cheerfully: "Oh, you can sit here, I don't mind."

"No, I mean..."

"Hey, why are you so polite? We are all friends when we go out. You can sit in your car and don't get in the way. I'm just alone."

"..."

Yang Cuixi went crazy.

This man looks like he has a good skin, but his mouth immediately changes his taste.

Shouldn't he be personable, kind but serious, and listen to the lady politely? Isn't this in line with the inner spirit of this skin?

Seeing that she stopped talking, Zhao Chuanxin said, "Are you going south too? Your accent sounds like someone from Tianjin."

What she wanted to say was always interrupted, so Yang Cuixi had to answer first: "Yes, after living in Tianjin for a long time, the accent will naturally change."

This girl was not very old, and her appearance seemed ordinary to Zhao Chuanxin. The sound is quite nice.

He said, "Yeah, I'm going to Tianjin City too, let's go along the way."

At this time, a short and fat young man wearing a Qing court official hat came over.

Behind him were two followers.

They were stunned when they saw Yang Cuixi sitting inside and Zhao Chuanxin outside.

He frowned: "Get out of the way, this is my female family member, I want to sit with her."

Hearing that the girl was the young man's wife, it was natural for Zhao Chuanxin to get out of the way.

But you are so bossy, who are you with?

He smiled and said: "Oh? What a coincidence, I also want to be next to your female family members."

What the hell?

Aixinjueluo Zai Zhen touched his hat. Today he is wearing an official hat, but there are still people who don’t open their eyes?

Because Zhao Chuanxin was tall, he was very close to Yang Cuixi in that stall.

This made Aixinjueluo Zai Zhen furious.

Not to mention that at this time, even if there are many men in the future, if you see your girlfriend and say a word to other men, your mentality will explode.

"I'll say it again, get out of the way!"

The smile did not diminish, Zhao Chuanxin said: "Don't be angry! I will say it again, I really want to be next to your female family members."

Whenever the young man said a kind word, Zhao Chuanxin would immediately give up his seat without saying a word.

However, I had to fight him.

He has his hair smoothed, and if he doesn't follow his hair, he will touch his scales.

Seeing that there was a conflict here, and one of the parties was an official of the Qing court, the people around them suddenly gathered around to watch nervously but not too embarrassed.

Yang Cuixi, who was sitting inside, became at a loss.

Aisin Gioro Zai Zhen was furious.

He said to his entourage: "Pick him up and beat him!"

If they verbally abused each other, Zhao Chuanxin could argue with him for a whole day.

But this man has such a bad temper that he will take action whenever he comes up.

The burly follower stretched out his hand to grab Zhao Chuanxin's collar.

Zhao Chuanxin, who was well prepared, grabbed his wrist with quick eyesight, stood up and raised his hand to fire an electric cannon.

He was tall, his arms were long, and his strength was reduced by ten seconds, and he was able to knock this follower back staggeringly, his head was buzzing.

Aixinjueluo Zaizhen was shocked and then retreated.

Zhao Chuanxin was sitting there before and didn't feel anything.

When he stood up, he was so tall!

Aixinjueluo Zaizhen is short, less than 1.7 meters tall. And Zhao Chuanxin is 1.87 meters tall in shoes.

Comparing the two, the impact is very strong.

Another follower had a cautious expression on his face, his right leg was slightly bent behind, and his left leg was cautiously forward, with one hand clenched in front of him and the other clenched on his chest.

Then, slowly change the movements.

Here comes an unknown martial arts starting move!

Zhao Chuanxin perked up and said, "Okay, what a cross-handed hand that turns into an Arhat holding the sky!"

The passengers who were watching the excitement, Aixinjueluo Zaizhen behind, and the frightened Yang Cuixi were all stunned.

What the hell is that voice of yours?

The follower was stunned for a moment and then changed his move.

Zhao Chuanxin: "It took twenty years of internal strength to pick up the elbow and hit the hammer. Do you want to hammer someone to death?"

The follower's movements were a little deformed by what he said, and he even didn't know how to start.

He had no choice but to subconsciously lift the hem of his clothes and stretch out a single palm to gesture.

Zhao Chuanxin clapped his hands, squinting as if he had seen through your trick: "Lift Shan Yun's hand, right? Haha, it sure works."

Aixinjueluo Zai Zhen yelled at his entourage in confusion: "What the hell are you doing? Come on!"

The follower no longer had any starting moves, so he rushed forward and raised his hand to punch.

When it comes to the martial arts of this era, let's just say they are strong. In Zhao Chuanxin's opinion, many of them are just like playing tricks on monkeys. Call it weak, Zhao Zhongyi kills people without blinking an eye.

Zhao Chuanxin, who was confused, did not dare to be careless. He raised his hand and the insect silk scarf flew over and wrapped around the man's eyes.

"Dark Vision!"

This trick works every time!

Sure enough, the man was suddenly blindfolded and stopped punching. He raised his hands to grab the silk scarf around his eyes.

And Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward, raised his leg and kicked him sideways.

"Ata..."

The follower was kicked in the chest and flew backwards.

The silk scarf flutters and the "dark spiritual vision" is automatically released.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand, and the silk scarf floated back to his palm.

"Haha, I'm sorry, I've made you look bad today."

As he spoke, he put his hands behind his back and his coat swelled. Today, the master is lonely again!

Aixinjueluo Zaizhen pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "Bold madman, do you know who I am?"

Zhao Chuanxin lifted the back of his coat and sat down again.

He crossed his legs, waved his hands and said loudly: "But there's no harm in talking!"

"..."

Aixinjueluo Zaizhen looked left and right, but no one could help him.

It was clear that I was very strong, but the feeling of powerlessness that I just couldn't show off made his scalp numb.

"Okay, very good! I am Aisin Gioro Zai Zhen, the Minister of Agriculture, Industry and Commerce. I am a royal family member of the imperial court. I have been ordered to come to supervise the affairs of the school outside the customs. You dare to bully me and insult me. This matter will never stop!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

Someone who understands officialdom couldn't help but say: "This is the son of the iron hat Wang Yikuang. In the future, he will inherit the title and he will also be a prince!"

"That young man will be in trouble!"

Hearing the comments from others, Aixinjueluo Zai Zhen finally felt that he had regained some ground, and looked at Zhao Chuanxin proudly: "You who know the truth, kneel down and kowtow and beg me to spare your life!"

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "When you fall to the ground later, I may kneel down and beg you not to die, because you really can't withstand my punch as big as a sandbag!"

Aixinjueluo Zai Zhen's expression changed. He knew his identity and was still confident?

He asked in surprise: "Who are you?"

"Who am I? Please listen carefully!" Zhao Chuanxin was also proud and looked at the person with his nostrils: "My surname is Lu, my first name is Xian, my courtesy name is Ranger, and my nickname is Little Black Dragon with Two Guns and Fast Legs!"

"..."

After rummaging through boxes and cabinets in his mind, Aixinjueluo Zai Zhen didn’t find the right number!

Uncertainly, he asked: "Are you a green forest kid from outside the customs?"

Come to think of it, those who come up with a bunch of random nicknames are the Green Foresters.

"Haha, I don't work in the green forest, I work in the alliance! Come, sit down and chat, what's the point of shouting, beating and killing? Learn more from me and convince others with your virtue!"

Looking back at the two followers who got up from the ground with groans, Aixinjueluo Zai Zhen: Is this how you convince others with your virtue?

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was indeed not afraid of his identity, Aixinjueluo Zaizhen felt that it was better to listen to him and stop trying to "convince" me with "virtue".

So, I sat across from him very frustrated.

"Is this right! If you have something to talk to, everything can be solved, right?" Zhao Chuanxin looked pleasant, then turned to ask the girl: "What do you call Miss? Is she Aixinjueluo Zai Zhen's sister?" "

"My, my, my name is Yang Cuixi!"

"What?"

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

Isn't this Li Shutong's confidante?