The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Everyone except big landowners and governors seemed to be able to relate to this tune.

Seeing that the bodyguard of the Pistol Team was in a state of intoxication, the governor coughed twice in dissatisfaction.

"Ahem..."

What is this thing called?

Just one song and you were bought over?

The bodyguards of the Pistol Team woke up from a dream and hurriedly took precautions.

This man is really demonic, he can make people distracted by just playing the flute.

Zhao Chuanxin felt that his aura was interrupted, and the feeling of success receded. He suddenly lost interest in continuing to play, and handed the flute to Juvencio Torric: "The flute is good."

Juvencio Torric's eyes were full of adoring little stars: "I don't even know how to play, but you play so well, I'm obsessed with it."

"You're a little crazy if you don't listen, so that's okay." Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette and said cheerfully.

Juvencio Torric: “…”

He asked: "Mr. Constantine, can you teach me?"

"Okay, but let's wait another day." Zhao Chuanxin vomited and looked at Camilo Toric behind his sunglasses.

Even with sunglasses covering his face, Camilo Toric could still catch the hint of murderous intent.

Zhao Chuanxin leaned forward slightly, leaning his elbows on the saddle posts, and raised the corners of his mouth: "Camilo, I am very dissatisfied with you!"

Camilo Toric was about to make harsh remarks when he was stopped by Calderon Velazquez. He said, "I am the governor of Puebla, Calderon Velazquez."

"Oh, that's right." Zhao Chuanxin combed his hair: "Since you are the governor, well, let me count to one, two, and three, and let's start a war. Two."

The head bodyguard immediately became nervous and his muscles all tensed up.

But looking over there, John Constantine's posture was casual, and he didn't seem to take them to heart at all, and his aura was high and decisive.

Calderon Velazquez's expression changed.

Blanch.

A gentleman cannot stand behind a dangerous wall. Mexico has a similar saying.

And if you count three numbers, starting directly from "two", what does it mean?

He quickly surrendered: "Wait a minute, I'm not a bad person."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "But I am full of evil."

"..."

Calderon Velazquez felt tired.

Anyone who can become governor is not a fool.

He is good at all kinds of tricks, playing with people's hearts and balancing interests.

But the man in front of him didn't play according to the routine at all, so he couldn't find a chance to use his methods.

In an emergency, he could only communicate in the most direct way: "John Constantine, today I saw your bravery and wisdom. Quite Shalan lost many mounted patrol policemen, and the neighboring state of Veracruz The mounted patrol policemen in La Higuera, Posatar and other places have colluded with the bandits from the Path of God to disturb the borders of our state. We are short of manpower, so I am going to call you into the rural riding in Quitsalan. Patrol, what do you think?"

Zhao Chuanxin was very surprised, he did not expect this result.

He touched the beard on his face: "Well...well, I don't study well, are you lying to me?"

"How could I lie to you?" Calderon Velazquez saw that there was something wrong and said quickly: "However, this matter requires formalities. I will ask the police captain of the Rural Patrol to go to you to handle it."

Zhao Chuanxin immediately turned his face: "I'm honest, you must be lying to me. You even lie to the illiterate, you are really morally corrupt, you have nightmares at night, you are the scum of the world, you are a corrupt official..."

Everyone: "..."

Calderon Velazquez's face was full of spray, and he waved his hands quickly: "Ah, okay, okay, I will send someone to find the police captain of the Rural Patrol and ask him to go through the formalities for you to join the job."

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes and looked back at Agure Ida, Justino and Miguel Esteban.

Ajure Ida had a look of envy on his face.

The other two were expressionless.

Of course, Justino is nervous and expressionless, while Miguel Esteban is devastated.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "The three people behind me are all good men who can run horses on their shoulders and stand people on their arms. Why don't you recruit the three of them into the rural cavalry patrol?"

None of this matters to Calderon Velazquez.

He agreed wholeheartedly: "Yes."

Just a slander: These three people, one is a young man, one is a coward at first glance, and the other looks like his wife is dead and his child is crying, how can they be considered heroes?

Zhao Chuanxin said in a flurry of words: "I like this place in Kuat Shalan, so let our small team be stationed here permanently to protect the safety of the people in this area."

"Can."

At this moment, Camilo Toric became anxious: "No, Mr. Governor, this won't work..."

Calderon Velazquez glared at Camilo Toric fiercely: "Why not? I will say yes. Don't say yes, even if John Constantine has a child, he will pass on the position to All his children are fine.”

"Forehead……"

Camilo Torric was furious.

Isn't this nonsense?

Pass it on to your children?

Do you want to imitate Diaz?

The onlookers were in an uproar.

How long had this foreigner been here before he became a policeman on the rural patrol?

Based in Qutsaalan?

It should be noted that there is no need for any reason for the rural mounted patrol to kill someone. As long as they can look good, they can shoot them on the spot as an "escape method".

One escapes without saying a word.

Anyone who is "escaped" will be damned for eight lifetimes.

Everyone looked at Zhao Chuanxin with envy and awe.

These days, as expected, only those who commit murder and set fire can win the gold belt.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded and said seriously: "Mr. Governor, in that case, I will go back and wait for your good news. As it happens, I now have dozens of guns on hand to arm myself, waiting for your order to suppress the bandits at any time. "

Calderon Velazquez sneered inwardly.

Why suppress bandits at any time?

Isn't it just a threat to me? If you have three guns, you can single out thirty or forty people, but if you have a bunch of guns, thirty or forty people can do nothing to you?

However, it seems that this person is also greedy for wealth.

Calderon Velazquez was least afraid of people like this.

There are ways to deal with them.

So he said sternly: "Don't worry, I will ask the police captain of the Rural Patrol to go to you as quickly as possible to handle it, so as not to delay your protection of Quite Shalan."

Zhao Chuanxin spit out the cigarette butt and was about to turn the horse's head.

At this time, Calderon Velazquez said again: "Wait."

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Do you have anything else to do, Mr. Governor?"

Calderon Velazquez pointed at Zhao Chuanxuan's mount, the impostor, and said: "I heard that horses in Quite Salan are extremely cheap. A horse like yours only costs one peso, right? "

His meaning is obvious: I have made you a rural patrol policeman, so you give me a good horse, isn't it too much?

You can find a way to get the money back anyway.

Zhao Chuanxin touched the mane of the counterfeit Lafeng and said: "Ah, Mr. Governor, who said this nonsense? This man has pus on his head and sores on his soles. He gave birth to a son without a penis. He is so bad to the core. . This horse is very expensive, you can buy it for about one hundred pesos.”

Calderon Velazquez was stunned: "..."

Camilo Toric behind him was even more confused.

Isn't that what he said?

But they saw Zhao Chuanxin turning his horse's head, kicking and kicking the other three people away.

Only then did Calderon Velazquez's face darken.

The head of the bodyguard whispered: "Sir, do you want..."

He made a gesture of wiping his neck.

The governor shook his head: "If you are more than 50% sure, then go, otherwise, don't go."

The head bodyguard stopped talking.

He was not 50% sure.

At most 40%, no more.

At this time, Camilo Toric said angrily: "Mr. Governor, how could you let him become a policeman of the Rural Patrol? You are lying to him, right?"

Calderon Velazquez looked at the crowd watching around him and whispered: "Lie to him? How could I, a dignified governor, lie to him in public? If I did this, who would believe me in the future?" ?”

Camilo Torric was speechless and unhappy for a moment.

When the two of them walked back.

Calderon Velazquez explained in a low voice: "You don't have to worry. It's true that I asked him to join the Rural Patrol. But he has two difficulties to overcome. One is the police captain. I He will be ordered not to let John Constantine have an easy time; secondly, you have forgotten that the rural mounted patrol has the task of suppressing bandits and will also have to deal with the rural mounted patrol in Linzhou. When the time comes, haha..."

Camilo Tolic suddenly realized: "You are indeed resourceful."

"Camilo, Quit Shalan is a good place, but it is too small. It limits your vision. There are many ways to solve the problem. Fighting with real swords and guns will only splatter you with blood."

"You are absolutely right." Seeing that the governor did not really appreciate John Constantine, Camilo Tolic finally felt relieved and began to flatter him lamely.

Back at the White House Tavern, Agure Ida was extremely excited: "I'm about to become a member of the Rural Patrol. I feel like I'm dreaming."

Zhao Chuanxin patted him on the shoulder: "Since you are about to join the bandit team, in the future, remember not to do evil because it is small, and don't do good because it is small."

"Ah this..." Ajure Ida fell into deep thought.

He only thought about joining the rural patrol team, but never thought about what he would do after he changed from a persecuted person to a persecutor.

Kill people randomly like those people?

Help landlords and evil gentry everywhere to seize land?

Bullying farmers?

This was not his original intention.

He was wavering inside.

Zhao Chuanxin noticed that Miguel Esteban had been looking sad, so he asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

Miguel Esteban said in a low tone: "My wife and my son were killed by Urquidi Gomez."

The room fell into silence.

"I'm sorry," Agure Ida said.

Justino said with a sad face: "Hey, when will this end?"

Zhao Chuanxin gave each of them a cigarette: "Aren't we already the policemen of the rural patrol? Do you know what the first thing we have to do is?"

The three shook their heads.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "The first thing is to suppress the bandits. The biggest bandit in Qutsalan is Urquidi Gomez."

Miguel Esteban perked up: "Don John Constantine, are you serious about this?"

"nature."

This amounts to giving Miguel Esteban a short-term goal.

He began to anticipate the arrival of the police captain.

Because Calderon Velazquez said that the onboarding process should be done as quickly as possible, Zhao Chuanxin did not leave Quit Shalan and slept in the White House Tavern.

The three men carried the body to the mass grave in the back hill.

Agure Ida said distressedly: "Oh, there are too many corpses to bury."

Justino: "..."

Miguel Esteban was surprised: "Hey, Don John Constantine, how many people have you killed?"

Calderon Velazquez's management of Puebla is in the same vein as Mexican President Diaz.

Roughly - bread or sticks.

He just does his business and silences the intellectuals. It doesn't matter what the people say.

He told the police captain of the Rural Patrol that the dead policemen were all killed by bandits during the suppression of bandits.

The journalists were so submissive under Diaz's rule that they did not dare to dig deeper into the matter.

The family members of the deceased can only admit their fault, pray for the deceased, and set up a tomb.

Who dares to refute the trouble?

Caught, sent to prison and tortured to death.

obedient? Well, how should the pension be given and everything should be as usual?

This management style worked in Mexico for decades.

Around three o'clock in the afternoon, Mexico time, Pablo, the police captain of the Rural Patrol, came to the White House Tavern.

This was a short, grumpy, middle-aged man who came with a fighting cock in his arms.

He knew there was something fishy about it, but he didn't care.

He carried the fighting cock into the house and shouted: "Who is John Constantine? Who is Agure Ida? Who is..."

A arrogant attitude.

Zhao Chuanxin was woken up, rubbed his eyes, and said in surprise: "I have seen people playing with birds and walking dogs, but I have never seen people carrying chickens out."

Pablo snorted: "You haven't seen much. Who are you?"

Zhao Chuanxin stretched his body and said, "I won't tell you."

Pablo: "You..."

He thought that the governor had ordered him to come, and the governor specifically told him not to mess up the matter.

So, Pablo softened his tone: "Are you John Constantine? I am Pablo Rojas, the police captain of the Rural Patrol, and I am here to issue you a letter of appointment."

At this time, Agure Ida and the others came back from working outside. They were overjoyed when they heard the news, rubbing their hands with expectation on their faces.

Seeing their reaction, Pablo was dismissive.

Ignorant bumpkin.

When I was a bandit, I had dozens of people under my command.

At this time, the Chihuahua barked at the chicken in Pablo's arms.

This bitch hid in a corner as soon as he heard the sound of gunshots. He was very experienced.

Once there is peace, they will come out to fight against the power of others.

Not to be outdone, the fighting cock in Pablo's arms squeaked and fluttered at the Chihuahua.

Pablo's temper was suddenly uncontrollable: "Take care of your dog."

"Okay." Zhao Chuanxin turned around and said to the Chihuahua: "You bitch, you think you are great, but in fact you are just a fool. What are you talking about? Do you think you are awesome? I slap you. If you smoke it, you can beat a piece of shit like you dozens of times..."

The more Pablo listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

Is this scolding the dog or him?

His face was ashen: "John Constantine, do you know that you will be working under me from now on? Young man, I have a message for you - don't be arrogant."

Zhao Chuanxin turned to Ajure Ida and said, "Young man, do you hear that? You must listen to our captain."

Pablo: "..."

He angrily threatened: "Sometimes, when people sit at home, bullets will fly into the house."

Everyone looked at each other.

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette: "This has been realized. If you don't believe me, look around and tell me your next wish."

"..."

Pablo hadn't looked at it carefully just now, but when he saw it, he saw that the windows were all broken and the cabinets were full of bullet holes.

This was clearly after a gun battle.

He was speechless.

But he continued to threaten: "Sometimes, you offend people for no reason."

Everyone continued to look at each other.

Zhao Chuanxin Yile said: "That's it. If you don't believe me, go to the town and ask the guy named Urquidi. This has also come true. Please tell me your next wish."

Pablo gritted his teeth: "You know, two fists are hard to beat with four hands. Sometimes you will face dozens of people..."

Zhao Chuanxin sighed: "We are really close friends! Didn't I just fight against four hands with two fists? I have never beaten thirty or forty people. I am really ashamed."

Buzz…

Pablo's mind was buzzing, and he suddenly thought about something clearly.

When he came, the governor told him that he not only wanted Zhao Chuanxin and the others to join the rural mounted patrol, but also secretly dealt with John Constantine in the future, combined with the fact that he had seen Urquidi Gomez in mourning before, and there were many people around him. It looks like there is no helper at all.

Could it be...that this person was killed?

Pablo has two characteristics: first, he has a bad temper, and second, he loves cockfighting.

But he's not a fool.

I'm afraid this person has a lot of background.

He put away his threatening words and suddenly became honest: "Put the letter of appointment here. If there is nothing to do, I will leave first."

"You won't leave until you have two drinks?" Zhao Chuanxin asked to stay.

Pablo left without looking back, just running.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the letter of appointment on the table, glanced at it, sneered, and handed it to them: "Okay, let's clean up the tavern and prepare to open it."

The matter is over, it's time for him to go back to duty.

…

The Lubin Prefecture Advisory Council meeting is still in progress.

After all, there are more than a hundred proposals, and with discussions and breaks, only a few can be completed every day.

Today, Wu Xiangning initiated a vote on the motion proposed by the herdsmen on the grassland.

Yao Jia said: "The proposal of Ms. Wu Xiangning, a herdsman representative - the Lubin Prefecture government office should consider returning farmland to pasture as appropriate to provide grazing space for the majority of herdsmen. Herdsmen live on water and grass. Without pastures, herdsmen do not like to farm, and some become bandits or go far away. Farmland is important, and grazing is equally important. We are all Lubin people, and we all love this land, regardless of superiority..."

Wu Xiangning's proposal sounded like she wrote it herself. She was not well-educated, and the whole article was written in plain language and verbose, but it was full of true feelings.

Later, she told a true story about two herdsmen who could not survive because their land was abandoned and were eaten by wolves on the migration route, which caused a sigh at the scene.

This time, Yao Jia rarely gave everyone some time to think in advance.

The time was ten minutes.

Ten minutes later, Yao Jia tapped the microphone to quiet the audience and said: "Now, please raise your hands if you agree."

The number of people who agreed accounted for 3/5.

Yao Jia announced without hesitation: "This proposal is passed."

The whole audience was boiling.

The previous proposals were easy to say.

But reclamation and pastures represented the two opposing camps of Han and Banner.

The Han people wanted to get arable land, and the Qing court wanted to make money by reclamation. For Lubin Prefecture, although reclamation was free, the tax revenue from farming was also considerable.

In other words, reclamation was beneficial to the Han people, the Qing court, and Lubin Prefecture, and returning farmland to pasture was definitely not beneficial.

But Yao Jia actually passed this proposal happily.

He was the general manager of the Official Goods Bureau, and he had a say in reclamation.

Even the reporters present could not sit still, and they all stood up, their faces full of disbelief.

They whispered to each other in a very low voice: "Just wait and see, Zhao Chuanxin will definitely not agree."

"Yes, if he agrees, he is a fool."

At the beginning of the Lubin Prefecture Advisory Council, everyone knew that the prefect had a veto power.

Everyone was waiting for Zhao Chuanxin to use that veto power.

Haha, this time Prefect Zhao must be anxious.

Soon, the news reached the government office...