The atmosphere at the scene became tense.
Mahanda sneered, ready to watch the fun.
The officials of the Qing Dynasty were like this. When there was a conflict between Chinese people and foreigners, most of them had to consider their international friends.
Let them bite the bullet.
Paul Perriette is a simple scientist. He feels that although Zhao Chuanxin speaks freely, it cannot be called a crime, and he wants to speak out to deal with him.
Morrisun was a step faster, "Yu Dutong, please keep the net open. The Taoist priest just said it unintentionally."
Yu Dutong was extremely annoyed and did not listen at all. "Take it"
Zhao Chuanxin suddenly looked up at the sky and said sadly, "The sky is thick and the soil is thick. Open your eyes and take a look. This country in the capital is not afraid of foreign powers spying on military aircraft, but wants to harm them." My compatriots"
Everyone"
I never expected that he would come out like this.
The weather in the northwest is very dry, with 29 sunny days out of 30 in a month.
Strangely enough, as Zhao Chuanxin finished speaking, a strong wind blew on the ground.
The wind is so strong that it makes people unable to open their eyes and tears streaming down their cheeks.
At this moment.
"Bang"
There was a gunshot.
The wind stopped.
Yu Dutong let out a painful scream.
Mahanda was seen holding a Mosin-Nagant revolver, with the muzzle pointed at Yu Dutong.
Yu Dutong was shot in the thigh and was bleeding profusely.
Mahanda looked confused.
The rest were stunned.
Zhao Chuanxin pointed at Mahanda, "Okay, the foreigners are really bold, and they actually assassinated the first-class military attache of the imperial court in this city."
Mahanda defended hastily and shamelessly, "No. I, I didn’t shoot”
When the wind blew violently, he raised his arms to cover his eyes.
Then gunfire rang out.
He was startled and instinctively wanted to put down his arms to see what happened.
But at this moment, a gun suddenly appeared in his hand.
He instinctively held the gun
Zhao Chuanxin pointed at him and yelled, "You bitch, you still want to argue that your holster is empty, and you have it in your hand." He was holding a gun, and he said it was not you who assassinated Yu Dutong."
Morrison also beat his chest and stamped his feet, "You are so confused."
Yu Dutong looked at his bleeding thigh, and his nose felt so breathless. Tilted, he pointed at Mahanda and said, "Get him."
Mahanda glanced at the revolver at this time and hurriedly shouted, "Wait a minute, my name is engraved on my sidearm. And it’s obviously not on this gun, the gun is not mine”
Mahanda, whose real name was Carl Gustaf Emil Mannerheim.
He is actually a declining aristocrat of Tsarist Russia, and he still holds the title of baron.
He graduated from the Royal Cavalry School of Tsarist Russia, participated in the Russo-Japanese War, and served as an officer in the Tsarist Cavalry Guards Corps.
In the future, this person's life will be called a legend and magical.
His pistol has "car" engraved on it.
But obviously the gun in his hand was not engraved at this time.
Zhao Chuanxin immediately said, "Haha, if you say engraving, then engrave it. Where is your gun? Pindao suggested a search to see who took your gun. If no one took it, it means Telling lies."
As he said that, he took off his Taoist robe and shook it off for a while. Nothing fell off. His clothes were very thin underneath, and it was obvious whether he had a gun or not.
Zhao Chuanxin put on his Taoist robe again, "Okay, do you still want to quibble?"
Who is the most suspicious here?
As Morrison, With his connections in the capital, there was no reason for him to do such a thing.
Paul Perriette and Mahanda had been together for more than a year and had the same lack of motivation.
Then it can only be Mahanda.
Mahanda forced herself to calm down.
He first slowly placed the revolver on the ground, raised his hands and said, "I mean no harm. I request to contact the Russian Embassy."
Then he was taken down.
Before leaving, Mahanda shouted "Paul, help me contact the Russian embassy"
No one came to arrest Zhao Chuanxin, and the real owner Yu Dutong was carried away for treatment. .
As for Morrison and Paul Perrier, they were both foreigners, and the capital would never dare to detain them without direct serious conflict.
Zhao Chuanxin, Morrison and Paul Perrier left the city.
Morrison frowned, "How could Mahanda do such a thing?"
"Mr. Morrison, I have thought of something suspicious." Paul P. Liette said, "On the way, Mahanda not only recorded the local customs and customs, but also visited the local garrison wherever he went. He was far more interested in these than scientific research."
The implication is that I mean, maybe Mahanda had planned what happened today.
Morrison suddenly glanced at Zhao Chuanxin, who was smiling, and his doubts reappeared in his heart.
After bidding farewell to Paul Perrier, Morrison asked, "Master Taoist, what's the matter?"
Zhao Chuanxin put away his smiling face and looked pitiful, "Hey, it's really It’s a tragedy in the world, you must not imitate this.”
“I, how could I imitate it?”
“Haha, let’s just say goodbye. Pindao is going shopping.”< /p>
"Wait a minute, Taoist Priest, where do you live?"
"It's a bitter cold place, windy and sandy, stinking all day long, and the air is very bad. There are no great scholars in talking and laughing, and there is no scholar in the world." They are all white, and there are some villains who grab food with cow dung on their hands. There are also knife-wielding maniacs with blood on their hands, and there are weird people who look as pale as mental patients. I advise you. It's better not to go."
""It sounded really bad. Morrison thought this might be a way of self-cultivation. He asked again, "Taoist priest, you traveled all over the world to the desert. Is there a place called Arixi? Some people say that there is lush vegetation there.Food everywhere is like a pearl in the desert. "
Zhao Chuanxin has never heard of it. "Maybe in the eastern part of the desert, where there are many lakes and springs. ”
Zhao Chuanxin not only stole the blame from Mahanda, but also took advantage of his money.
After separating from Morrison, he shook his clothes, smiled and spent the rest of his money. After finishing shopping,
Benjamin Goldberg left for a few more days.
He missed the food he had with the master, and he had a variety of dishes from all over the world. < /p>
We arrived at a house where the herders were half-pastoral and half-farming, and the main crop was barley.
Benjamin Goldberg said he would borrow their place to make some food and stay overnight. One night.
He took out a small piece of turquoise "This is a gift for you. ”
This family had no heirs and two daughters. Since the eldest daughter was close to Benjamin Goldberg, he gave the turquoise to the eldest daughter.
Turquoise, Benjamin Goldberg bought it in Hubei and has given it away a lot along the way. This thing is a stepping stone in Tibet. The beads on the string are like mobile passbooks.
The eldest daughter Ram is happy. She was tall and plump, and her skin color was much whiter than that of other Tibetan women Benjamin Goldberg had seen, but the calluses on her palms were still very thick.
When Benjamin touched it. Goldberg felt as if his fingers had been rubbed with sandpaper.
Benjamin Goldberg saw her cutting some hay and seemed to be preparing to tie up the broom.
Benjamin Goldberg. Ge said in blunt Tibetan, "Weave it into small bundles and divide it into ten sections. It will be very strong. "
Tibetan, like Chinese, is also divided into dialects, which vary from region to region.
Lam smiled even more happily when he saw that this half-year-old foreigner could also speak Tibetan.
She motioned to Benjamin Goldberg to help her.
Benjamin Goldberg was slightly less capable
He gave a rough signal and asked Ram to use hemp. The rope pinched one strand, tightened it, and tied another strand.
Ram did as he was told, and the resulting broom was indeed very strong.
Ram put down the broom. , held Benjamin Goldberg’s hand and shook it for a while, and said a few words that even Benjamin Goldberg couldn’t understand.
Benjamin Goldberg just smiled awkwardly and held out his other hand. Putting it on the back of Ram's hand, "Don't be like this, I'm a very conservative person. ”
Ram chuckled.
Not only did he teach how to tie a broom, he also chose a kind of hay and taught Ram how to extract fiber to weave straw hats.
In the evening, Benjamin Goldberg cut and rolled noodles and made a meal of beef noodles.
After the meal, Ram took Benjamin Goldberg’s hand and went to the side. White tent.
Benjamin Goldberg saw that this tent was a bit new, a bit big, and the white was too pure. He quickly waved his hand and said, "I'm still young. If living in a white tent is harmful to my health, I'll just live in the small shack next to it." . "Please remember to bookmark the website, the latest and fastest website without anti-theft and free of chargeFree reading