Chapter 736 Returning to the outside world again

News came that the British troops stationed along the railway not only huddled in their barracks, but also strengthened their defenses.

Tianjin Guard and other British troops from various places, whether land or gunboats, stood still.

Where is the attitude of coming to fight Zhao Chuanxin?

Zhao Chuanxin was puzzled.

He stood up, beckoned and shouted, "Who can play the piano, then play and then dance."

There really is a Guangdong manager who knows Western musical instruments to replace Zhao Chuanxin I sat down and played a song called "Für Elise".

Zhao Chuanxin, Zhou Xuexi, and Zhao Xilong went aside.

"Tell me, why did the British army stand still?" Zhao Chuanxin asked them as the three cobblers stood up to Zhuge Liang.

Zhou Xuexi muttered, "Uncle, if there are really tens of thousands of British troops attacking, can you defend it alone?"

"Only tens of thousands of British troops" Zhao Chuan Xin was dismissive. "Of course I can't hold on."

"" Panting heavily, Zhou Xuexi's waist dangled. "So what if there are a thousand British troops?"

"Then we have to see if these thousand people are strong enough." Zhao Chuanxin took out his cigarette and said calmly.

"Well" Zhou Xuexi guessed, "There are few people, and Zhu Erdian knows that he is no match for his uncle. There are many people, it will be difficult to transfer, and it will affect their interests in China. I guess they will not come to cause trouble for my uncle."

Zhao Chuanxin was a little surprised.

But he did not show it and looked at Zhao Xilong again.

Compared to Zhou Xuexi, Zhao Xilong has a psychological burden.

If he wants to get ahead in Zhao Chuanxin, he can't follow the rules step by step. He has to answer brightly.

So he could not analyze according to Zhou Xuexi’s thinking, but started from another angle, "Mr. Zhao, could it be that Zhu Erdian is personally afraid? This man is the British Minister Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary to China, and he has great power in China. , one word can determine life or death. If he is afraid, he will not only not cause trouble, but also act like a coward, and naturally he will not let the British army send out and continue to provoke you."

One sentence. prophecy.

When Zhao Chuanxin received a call from Yang Yide the next day, he realized that Zhao Xilong’s guess was accurate.

Yang Yide said, "Brother Zhao, that foreign devil ran into the British concession of Tianjin Wei. There are heavy patrols and escorts every day, and there are gunboats at the port at any time. Don't worry, the old guy is scared out of his wits. I don’t dare to cause trouble for you.”

On that day, both Zhou Xuexi and Zhao Xilong heard Zhao Chuanxin threatening Zhu Erdian to die on September 18th in the Western calendar.

Unexpectedly, the dignified British Minister Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary to China was so frightened by Zhao Chuanxin that he did not dare to leave the industry.

The two were stunned.

Zhao Chuanxin said a few more perfunctory words before hanging up the phone.

He stretched and yawned, "Nephew, my friend, you have settled down, right?"

"My uncle is talking about the person named Bayar's shaman?" Zhou Xuexi nodded, "He has been settled. As long as he doesn't run away, he will be fine.Even if someone on the train saw him with you that day, no foreigner would be able to find him. ”

Zhao Chuanxin’s main worry is that foreigners will come seeking revenge.

But the noise he made here was also quite big, attracting some firepower.

In fact, newspapers have covered the Beijing-Fengcheng Railway tragedy

Ta Kung Pao said that the hero shed tears and died generously to leave behind his sorrow. The death of Tan Jinyong was caused by the country's weakness and ignorance for a long time. , It’s such a pity and pain. The tragedy of the Beijing-Fengcheng train was caused by Tan Jinyong’s humiliation in San Francisco. Nine out of ten Chinese people in San Francisco came to mourn the death. Although we do not advocate violence against violence and hurting innocent people, it still serves as a warning to the world.

Some of the major newspapers in the north and south of the Yangtze River, like Ta Kung Pao, report fairly and truthfully, but some may be biased towards Zhao Chuanxin, while others are biased towards foreigners. They say that evil people are evil people, and they can cover up no matter how much they are whitewashed. There is no evil in nature.

Most of the people who say this are educated people, or people who are half-educated, the kind of people who like to be high-profile.

People don’t care about that and dare to do anything. It is a pleasure for overseas compatriots to kill foreigners.

This mentality is very common, which is why so many people flocked to Boxing during the Gengzi Incident.

Baya. Erbo'er hadn't seen Zhao Chuanxin for many days, and he didn't read the newspaper. He didn't know that Zhao Chuanxin had made a fortune in the coal mine in just a few days.

He even straightened out the mine.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin stunned, he asked "What happened?"

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head, "Nothing. "

He touched the two old sacred altars around his neck, and said to himself that they seemed to be able to flash unscrupulously.

If the British army dared to invade at this moment, it would be enough for them. Drinking a pot of water.

Even with thousands of troops, Zhao Chuanxin is still in a deserted place.

Bayar Bo'er asked, "You have been doing it these days." What's going on? Do you want to help that high-ranking official named Zhou?"

The two of them are still on the train on the Jingfeng Line.

This is almost impossible for future generations to do. If you swipe your ID card, your identity will be revealed and you will be stopped, but no one is checking at all now.

Normally, if there is such a big commotion on the Beijing-Fenghuang Railway, at least the local soldiers will be strictly inspected, and even the British army will stop it in person. Not sure.

But Zhao Chuanxin caused another scene in Kaiping and attracted firepower to himself. It is not surprising that the two of them can get on board easily.

Chuan Xin opened the car window, and his Laodao brand cigarette could not hide the pungent smell of soot.

He put the cigarette butt out of the window, and the wind blew away the ashes, and then he pulled it back. "It's hard to say." Whoever helped whom, my nephew’s mind was not simple. "

Bayarbo couldn't understand, he shook his head, "You Han people have too many twists and turns, making it difficult for people to guess."through. "

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the darkening sky and said nothing.

At this time, the carriage door was pushed open, revealing a middle-aged man carrying a basket, dirty and dirty. With a look of fury, he asked everyone in each seat something.

It was Zhao Chuanxin's turn, and the middle-aged man opened his mouth and said, "Sir, are you hungry? I have steamed buns here." And pickles, the steamed buns are made from home-grown wheat, and the pickles are pickled from home-grown radishes and shrimp oil. You only need 30 big bucks to eat. ”

Zhao Chuanxin was about to refuse, but seeing that Bayar’s forehead seemed very interested, he took out a handful of money and stuffed it into it.

The middle-aged man used his chapped It was hard to tell whether it was dirty or just the same color, but he reached into the basket covered with cloth and took out the steamed buns.

Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully, "I made this money myself, take your time." flower. ”

After Bayar received the steamed buns and pickles, the middle-aged man’s expression changed drastically, and he quickly went to take a closer look at the money in his hand.

The money was somewhat worn. But it’s not serious, and it doesn’t look like privately minted money. He smiled and said, “Sir, you really know how to joke. ”

“Yeah, look at you, you’re smiling so hard that your back molars are exposed. "

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Zhao Chuanxin asked him, "Are you buying a ticket specifically to sell steamed buns on the train?"

The middle-aged man was a little nervous when he heard this, "Ahem , passing by, passing by."

Zhao Chuanxin understood, this guy might have come on the train.

After the middle-aged man left, Zhao Chuanxin took out an iron frame and He took out the shredded pork knuckles and put them on the iron plate.

He stretched out his left hand and put it under the shelf, and flipped it with a shovel in his right hand. >The iron plate actually smelled of meat, and the soup from the elbows was steaming.

Bayar's eyes widened when he saw it.

"You are really angry." God favors people. "Bayarbo couldn't figure it out, so he could only attribute the credit to the God of Fire they believed in.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his chopsticks, "That's the opposite, it was me who favored the God of Fire. ”

Since the newspaper came out, few people have paid attention to the first-class carriages of the Beijing-Fengcheng Railway.

Many people don’t understand and think that there is only one train. It is unlucky to see a first-class carriage after a murder. So there were not many passengers here.

The few passengers were attracted by the smell and turned to look at him.

Bayar gave Zhao Chuanxin a steamed bun. , Zhao Chuanxin thought of the middle-aged man's hands and shook his head quickly, "I can't bear to eat steamed buns made from wheat grown at home, haha, don't give me pickles either. "

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He just ate some soft pork knuckles from the cook of the Mining Bureau.

In the world of Zhao Chuanxin, all hands There's a bucket of popcorn in there, and there's a good movie everywhere.

It's just that the ride seems a bit boring.

Passengers get on and off, steam and soot. Rising high into the night clouds

Out the window are rolling, low hills with jagged and furry edges in the dark.

In the era of lack of neon, the stars in the clear night sky are too bright, and the darkness is so deep in the gloomy weather.

After finishing the meal hastily, Zhao Chuanxin took out the Old God Codex, stood on the small table and opened it casually.

Previously, just after the war between the nine tribes, there was a natural vision, indicating that a god would awaken and come to the world.

And the dead soul urged "me" to go to the cursed desert in the far east to find the desert emperor and ask for the third old sacred altar.

"I" rushed to the port with the elf scouts, the brothers and sisters, and the dead souls, and set off on the ship.

For a long time, Zhao Chuanxin only refreshed his progress every day.

There were turbulent waves, ferocious fish as big as whales, and turbulent undercurrents, but they all passed without any danger.

Me, the elf scout and my brother and sister stood on the deck, listening to the first mate and trade officer bragging.

The first mate said that after sailing eastward for a few days, we arrived at Hongdao, our supply station.

The trade officer’s face showed the pride of having seen the world. You landlubbers, have you ever heard of the Red Island in the East?

The first mate asked about us.

We all shook our heads and expressed our willingness to hear the details, because this is one of the few joys in the boring sea life.

The trade officer said that Hongdao is really red, the island is not big, and all the people living on it are fishermen. These fishermen are brave and fierce. They have two layers of eyelids on their eyes, one of which is the nictitating membrane, which allows them to see in the sea. They specially select large sea beasts for hunting, and the blood of the prey dragged ashore flows, accumulating over time, dyeing the land on the island blood.

I only felt a cold air rising from my tailbone, and the elf scouts Looking at each other, they felt incredible.

How many lives must be killed to turn an island red

The first mate interjects that the giant beasts in the sea are nothing, there are still monsters in the sea. Compared with them, cancers are like dolls in the hands of adults. According to common sense, sea monsters are very sensitive to the smell of blood, but strangely, the seawater around Hongdao is mixed with grease and blood all year round, but it does not attract sea monsters to dare to cause trouble on the island.

The elf scouts asked curiously whether it was because they were afraid of the fishermen on the island or because they were worried that the fishermen would hunt the sea monsters

The trade officer scoffed and said this was wrong. Historically, sea monsters There were at least dozens of attacks on Hongdao, with heavy casualties each time. They don't attack islands just because they don't like to land easily, because their strength will be greatly reduced after landing.

The first mate was unconvinced and said nonsense. There was no sea monster attacking Hongdao in history, because it is said that Hongdao was entrusted by a god. The god fell into a deep sleep and no sea monster dared to disturb it. Otherwise, if the gods are awakened, the sea monster will be eaten first.

The trade officer and the first mate were so angry with each other that they almost had a fight with their arms rolled up and their sleeves rolled up.

After a while, Zhao Chuanxin combined the old divine code. Go up and regain your strength.

Bayar's forehead had fallen into a deep sleep, snoring like a thunderous sound.

Zhao Chuanxin was lying on the three rows of chairs, with the back of his head resting on his forearms. Occasionally, raindrops would be blown in through the car window, and the drops would feel cool on his face.

After he finished smoking three cigarettes, he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Sleeping on a train that shakes, roars, and is filled with pungent soot will not make you sleep soundly even if the gods come.

Wandering back and forth between confusion and wakefulness, the train did not have curtains covering people sleeping peacefully at this time, so until the bright skylight shines in, no matter how sleepy people are, they will immediately Awake without sleepiness.

Zhao Chuanxin also woke up at this time.

He yawned and raised his hand to look at his watch. "Oh, we are almost here in Jinzhou."

Getting up from the chair, he took out a cup of water and gave it to Bayar. The forehead also fell a little, and I started brushing my teeth.

You don’t have to wash your face, but your teeth must be brushed. This is the life experience summed up during the time when you were a lazy housewife.

The water for mouthwash is sprayed directly out the window.

The passengers in the back row cursed and closed the window to avoid being covered in tooth powder.

But there are still people who did not close it in time and were splashed on the face by foam. He twitched his nose, frowned and said to himself, "This is the Yueli Chang'e brand tooth powder produced by Shanghai Yonghe Industrial Company"

Jinzhou Prefecture is relatively developed. Although the air is dusty at this time, and there are sandstorms in April and May every year, when the train passes through the city, you can see that the streets are neat and there are many shops.

Once upon a time, the decisive battle between the Ming and Qing Dynasties was fought on this land. The Ming Dynasty collapsed and the Qing Dynasty rose.

The train finally arrived.

The rain has stopped, and the two got out of the car. Zhao Chuanxin stretched and said, "Let's find a place to have a hot meal."

Bayarbo He didn't have as high a mental quality as Zhao Chuanxin. When he saw the soldiers standing guard outside the station, his body became a little stiff.

After all, Zhao Chuanxin once committed mass murder on a train, and he was worried that he would be wanted.

What he didn’t know was that Zhao Chuanxin’s sea arrest documents had always existed, but no one dared to catch him even if the bounty was huge.

Zhao Chuanxin said disapprovingly, "Being a thief with a guilty conscience will only make you look suspicious."

Bayar saw Zhao Chuanxin with his hands in his pockets, arrogantly, and pointed at him with his nostrils. The soldiers standing guard couldn't help but marvel.

This man's mentality is astonishing.

As expected, the two soldiers did not dare to take a second look at Zhao Chuanxin, because they were worried that this was a big shot who could not be offended. Instead, he glanced at Bayar's forehead a few more times.

In the end, the two of them left the station safely.

Zhao Chuanxin took Bayar's hair and walked aimlessly on the streets. There were all kinds of shops and workshops including fur, textile, oil shop, pot roasting, jade, shoemaking, small vegetable industry and so on.

Jinzhou Prefecture occupies a geographical advantage and is located in theIt is good for the throat and vital organs, and it was once prosperous.

Zhao Chuanxin walked on the street after the rain and found that the road was not muddy at all and was very smooth.

Jinzhou Prefecture has four traditional industries: banks, grain stores, pawnshops, and pot-shaking.

There are many banks, and there is one not far away.

What Fuyuhe, Jintailong, Deshenghe?

Looking at it made Zhao Chuanxin’s hands itch.

Of course, it’s just an itch, and I won’t actually do anything.

Some of these banks are sole proprietorships, and some are joint ventures. The start-up capital of each bank is very small, with only eight or nine thousand yuan, and only ten or twenty thousand yuan.

Even if Zhao Chuanxin withdraws a whole lot of money, it may not be as much as a foreign bank.

Besides, most of these are Chinese banks.

In addition, the Liaohe Plain has fertile land and is an important grain-producing area, so there are many grain stacks.

As the saying goes, Jinzhou City cannot be filled even if it cannot be defeated by three towers. It means that Jinzhou City is an important transfer station for grain. No matter how much grain is carried, it will not be enough.

The abundance of food gave rise to the pot-making industry, that is, making liquor.

Zhao Chuanxin had heard of the three shochu brands of Jinzhou Prefecture: "Xingjiyong", "Yilongquan" and "Tongshengjin" before in Lugang Town.

Among them, Tongshengjin is the most famous.

Seeing Tong Shengjin’s shop, Zhao Chuanxin went straight in, “Bring me ten jars of the best soju in your shop.”

He is not good at drinking, but He has a collecting habit.

If he was lucky enough not to die on the battlefield and lived to the 21st century, how could he not collect a century-old wine and show it off

Whether it is foreign wine or liquor, he They have collected a bunch of them and distributed them in various houses. Even flying in the sky has a lot of them.

After buying wine and going out, the two walked near Xiaoling River.

Zhao Chuanxin saw another dim sum shop called "Yuan Hesheng".

Without saying anything, he got in again.

As soon as he entered the room, Bayar's nose smelled the rich sweet smell of cakes.

Zhao Chuanxin is an old man. He immediately slapped the counter and shouted, "Bring me a portion of Lama cake, trough cake, hibiscus cake, white pastry, mixed snacks, and oven fruit."

Arrived in various places outside the customs, Zhao Chuanxin's clothing, food, housing and transportation are all well-known, and there are no good things that can be said to be treasures.

After going out, I bought braised pig trotters, fried qianzi, white meatballs, and water-filled steamed buns along the way. Finally, I stopped in front of a stall selling shrimp oil side dishes and ordered a few plates of side dishes and two bowls of porridge. Come down and eat.

The stall is just west of Guangji Temple Tower.

While waiting for the hawker to serve the porridge, Zhao Chuanxin saw Bayar’s forehead staring at the photo studio and laughed, “I will take you to take a photo later so that it can be kept as a souvenir. When you die, Your relatives and friends can still have thoughts."

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How the hell do you say this, curse people

Bayarbo. Well, I don’t want to share my experience with Zhao Chuanxian."I know how to take pictures, but I'm too old."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at a young man with a female companion and said, "Look, the one with the ghostly head and the eyes of a toad is still taking pictures. You, an old guy, can't be said to have beautiful features, but you are also a child with white hair and a fairy spirit, what are you afraid of?"

The young man heard Zhao Chuanxin's words and turned around to glare at him.

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