The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Others held out their hands in a dignified manner, holding hands with their eyes closed, waiting for the priest's prayer.

Zhao Chuanxin said first, "Brother Jesus, thank you for giving me the priest's dinner, so that I can spend money to have a hot meal. Amen. Okay, let's eat."

The priest's head was buzzing.

Talk about being friends with Jesus?

William Hope, who had been holding it in all the way, finally couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.

He felt that his new boss was too...

Along the way, his outlook on life was being refreshed.

The priest was not very happy: "Sir, you can't do this. This is disrespectful to the Lord..."

"That's alright. I still respect him more than you."

The priest choked and rolled his eyes.

The woman lowered her head in shame.

Anyway, Zhao Chuanxin was very hungry, so he slapped Ning An: "Eat quickly, I will eat it after you have eaten it and it is not poisonous."

Peaceful as a small feeling, no objection at all.

The priest angrily said: "How could I poison the food? How could I do such a thing in a holy church..."

He couldn't speak anymore.

In church, he often committed blasphemy against God.

He could only watch Ning An eat in frustration for a while before Zhao Chuanxin moved the knife and fork.

The staple food is bread. The main dish is unknown minced meat mixed with bread crumbs, onions and other vegetables, and fried in a pan.

The soup is tomato soup.

No wonder it was done quickly, it was too crude.

Fortunately, Zhao Chuanxin tasted the smell of beef, otherwise he would have lost a lot of money on this meal.

Benjamin Goldberg said: "Master, the food here is not as delicious as the food cooked by Auntie Hua in the manor."

He spoke Chinese.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Let's just eat it. What kind of cooking skills can foreigners have?"

Unexpectedly, the priest also said in blunt Chinese: "The foreign devils were not prepared, otherwise they would have had Chinese food tonight."

Now it was Zhao Chuanxin's turn to be a little embarrassed.

With a tigerish face, he reprimanded Benjamin Goldberg: "Evil disciple, my master has told you a long time ago not to speak ill of others in front of others, but you just don't listen."

Benjamin Goldberg feels wronged.

The priest's scalp was numb.

Who are these people?

He said: "Sir, I have been to the Qing Dynasty. It was a poor, dilapidated and civilized place full of barbarians. I went there to preach and was almost killed."

That must have been the time when the Boxing was happening.

Zhao Chuanxin insinuated: "It doesn't matter whether it is passed on or not. There is nothing sacred about this religion."

The priest was a little crazy.

He knew what Zhao Chuanxin was referring to.

Are you going to hold on to this point?

He put down his knife and fork, picked up the water glass and took a sip unhappily.

Then he angrily said to Zhao Chuanxin: "Sir, I think you should confess and repent of your crimes."

Although Zhao Chuanxin was hungry, the food did not arouse his interest, so he just ate some to cope with the problem.

Hearing this, he stood up and said, "Then what are you waiting for? It's time to go for a walk."

In fact, the atmosphere was a bit tense.

It's that awkward tension.

Many times, instead of facing this kind of tension, people would rather be on the verge of a tense situation.

Seeing the two people leaving the table, almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

William Hope said to Ning An: "Is the boss always like this?"

Ning An nodded: "Yeah, you just get used to it."

"Pfft...I thought it would be a boring journey, but I didn't expect it to be full of twists and turns."

Zhao Chuanxin followed the priest to the confession room.

The priest got in, and Zhao Chuanxin sat down outside the confession screen engraved with the pattern of the Virgin Mary.

"Okay, Father, you start."

The priest asked: "My child, have you committed any sins?"

"Ah, I'm guilty." Zhao Chuanxin said seriously: "I always feel fulfilled and at ease, happy and wonderful. I have high moral character, be polite, knowledgeable, and happy to help others..."

"Ahem..." The priest was confused and had to remind: "Child, please tell me your sins."

"Oh, yes, I am guilty." Zhao Chuanxin continued: "Because life is so wonderful and happy that I can hardly feel the passage of time."

For a long time, I didn’t wait for the next step.

The priest asked in surprise: "That's it?"

"Ah, that's it."

"Hey, kid, if you are tortured by hemorrhoids every day like me, then you can feel the passage of time."

He couldn't hold it back anymore and mocked Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin turned against the guest: "No, you are guilty of thinking this way. Whether it is a healthy and strong life like me, or an old age like you that is tortured by illness, it is a gift given to us by the Lord, and we should accept it and Relieve."

The priest blurted out: "Why?"

You can be healthy and strong, but I have to be in pain?

Isn't that true?

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged: "The Lord has arranged it this way, but you want to reject it. You are really unworthy of a man!"

"you……"

The confession room was not far from the restaurant. Everyone felt something was wrong as they listened. Why was Zhao Chuanxin so angry when he confessed to the priest?

Especially William Hope, who was now full of curiosity about the new boss, pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

Just listen to Zhao Chuanxin loudly: "Child, we are all mortals, suffering and illness are inevitable. Your current mood will only make you more anxious and painful. I want to remind you to confess your sins frankly here, Accepting God’s forgiveness is the way to truly free yourself.”

No need to eavesdrop this time, everyone heard it.

Everyone looked at each other.

Who is the priest?

The priest said angrily: "You? Don't I understand what you are saying? I am the priest!"

Zhao Chuanxin's voice came: "Child, let me remind you that although my words may no longer be new, for each of us mortals, having more tolerance and thinking may make us face the challenges in life more calmly. Challenge. Now, please face your mistakes and shortcomings honestly, and loudly ask the Lord to forgive you.”

boom!

The door to the confessional was violently pushed open.

The priest angrily said: "The confession ends here!"

Damn it, my job was all taken away!

Zhao Chuanxin stood up and stretched out: "Thank you very much. This confession really makes me happy both physically and mentally. It's really useful and I appreciate it."

Priest: "..."

He angrily pulled the woman up and said, "Jennifer, let's go back to the bedroom and ignore them."

Zhao Chuanxin sat back down at the dining table indifferently and drank a glass of milk.

William Hope said with a sly smile: "Boss, you made that old guy angry almost to death."

Haha, Zhao Chuanxin said it didn't matter if he slandered the Qing Dynasty, he slandered all Chinese people, and if he didn't beat this sanctimonious bitch to death with big-eared melon seeds, he already had a good temper.

"Ahem, remember, we came to Kurdex to graze cattle, and we have to convince people with reason, do you understand?"

"Haha, I understand, boss, we all understand."

The other three cowboy thieves smiled and nodded in agreement, like a group of stick makers.

Zhao Chuanxin saw Marcus Nkrumah eating endlessly and said, "Eat less. I have customized a bulletproof vest for you. What will you do if you can't wear it again?"

Marcus Nkrumah said with a grimace: "But, sir, I am hungry and not full."

"Faq, then you can have another piece of bread."

That night, everyone put together the tables and chairs in the church and slept through the night.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't sleep well. Those cowboys grinded their teeth, farted, snored, and had stinky feet. Plus, the creaking of tables and chairs when they turned over made him nervous.

When I woke up early the next day, I saw that Ning An also had a pair of dark circles under his eyes, but he just couldn't do anything, so he didn't say anything.

Unexpectedly, the priest actually prepared breakfast for them.

To be precise, it was prepared by the woman named Jennifer.

Bread, fried eggs, bacon, milk.

Seeing the priest's old face, Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully: "Don't be so stingy, they are all here to fool around, there is no overnight feud."

The priest raised his eyelids and asked, "What are you doing here in Kurdex? You're not here to explore, right? The land in Kurdex has been ruined by you people."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "It's not exploration, it's here to raise cattle. This is our boss - William Hope. I am his worker."

William Hope was stunned for a moment, then remembered that the trip was in his name.

He quickly nodded unnaturally: "Ahem, yes, I am the boss."

The priest looked back and forth between the two of them: "Are you his worker? I didn't know, I thought you were his father!"

William Hope squirted out a mouthful of milk.

Zhao Chuanxin had quick eyesight and quick hands to take away his own plate, so as to avoid the disaster of being a fish in the pond.

He said: "I am a person who pays attention to appearance, but the boss is a bit sloppy, which makes you laugh. Father, do you know where Kurdex is suitable for grazing?"

"There is a meadow in the northeast corner of Putnam Lake. I suggest you go there and try your luck."

After eating, before leaving, Zhao Chuanxin secretly gave the skinny woman some money as payment for breakfast.

The woman was very shy, lowered her head and clutched the money tightly.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "This is for you. Don't let that old guy see it. Go back and buy some meat to supplement yourself and start a small stove."

Perhaps it was because of Zhao Chuanxian’s kindness and gentle tone,

The woman suddenly raised her head, looked around suspiciously, and then said nervously: "Sir, I want to remind you that although there is pasture at Putnam Lake, there are also groups of gray wolves that killed a family in the first half of the year. It’s dangerous. And Standard Oil wants to pull an oil pipeline there.”

After saying that, she turned around and left in a hurry, as if she was afraid of getting into trouble.

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes.

"interesting."

William Hope said: "Boss, the gray wolves are a problem. How about we change places? And Standard Oil has a lot of power in the United States, so we'd better not provoke them."

"It doesn't matter, let's go take a look first."

…

white house,

Queen Wilhelmina of the Netherlands came here to visit.

Edith Roosevelt received her.

On the surface, he maintained his etiquette, but after turning around and being invisible to others, a trace of disdain flashed across his face.

Edith Roosevelt felt that although Wilhelmina was a queen, she was a stupid woman.

In fact, Wilhelmina is not stupid, just a little naive.

She still didn't know Edith Roosevelt's impression of her, so she asked stupidly: "Madam, I heard that New York is very prosperous, is it true?"

Wilhelmina is beautiful and stylish. Full of yearning for bustling cities like Paris, London and New York.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Edith Roosevelt said calmly. "However, compared to New York, which is full of luxury and high-rise buildings, I prefer the suburbs around New York, where the scenery is more charming and you can ride horses. Whenever I am in a bad mood, I will travel there."

Seeing that her preference was directly rejected, Wilhelmina was embarrassed.

She is naive and somewhat kind.

Her father was already 63 years old when he gave birth to her.

It is conceivable that he must be very used to this apple of his eye.