Buddhist monks in the late Qing Dynasty

Chapter 1131 Awesome, Mr.

The next day, Zhao Chuanxin did not take them to the photography exhibition again.

He took them to visit the Peace Academy first.

The strange-shaped buildings of Peace College are very much in line with children's preferences.

It looks like a mountain carved out of building outlines, with winding mountain roads spiraling upwards, concave squares, flowers, plants and trees, and the most amazing things are the waterways and pools with fish in them.

The Peace College, which Zhao Chuanxin spent several years building, is very large and has a complex internal environment, so it would take too long to fully tour it.

Children have limited patience, so Zhao Chuanxin tries to take them to places that interest them.

For example, the botanical garden at the top.

Benjamin Goldberg picking fruits at the Botanical Gardens.

He heard some noise and turned around to see a dog, a parrot, six children, and two running puppets filing in.

"Be careful, fellow disciples, don't step on the flowers or plants."

Zhao Zhengze covered his nose and said, "It stinks."

Zhao Nianzhen covered his nose and said, "It stinks!"

Although there are exotic flowers and plants and bees and butterflies around here, there is an unusual stench lingering around.

That's the smell of foul fluid.

Plants, including ginseng, are stimulated by smelly liquid.

Benjamin was obviously used to the smell.

I feel uncomfortable if I don’t smell it for a day.

He stopped picking the fruits and hurried to look after the children, fearing that they would cause harm to the botanical garden.

He complained, "Master, please take them to go sandboarding. It's really fun."

Jiang Mingxin squatted beside a plant and said in shock: "Master, this is ginseng. Seven leaves are worth a lot of money."

"Oh?" Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "Then go ahead and dig it up. It's yours when you dig it out."

Benjamin breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, it’s just ginseng.

Ginseng is the least valuable here.

Jiang Mingxin dug the ginseng with a smile on his face. He wanted to peel off the bark to wrap the ginseng, but Benjamin stopped him: "My junior sister, you must not do that. There is only one such tree in the world. It is extremely precious."

"What should we do then?" Jiang Mingxin was also anxious: "The ginseng will be stale later."

Finally, Benjamin wrapped her in a wet rag and put her in a wooden box.

The dead soul tilted its head and looked at the shining star thoughtfully.

Zhao Chuanxin asked it: "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong?"

Sang Ling said: "There is a familiar feeling. I feel familiar with many of the plants here."

Of course, some of the vegetation here was moved from the Shadow Forest, and some from the Dazzling Oasis. Although the Sangling was born in the Zuling Peak, it is estimated that over the long years, it has traveled all over the country and has seen a lot.

Zhao Chuanxin actually hoped that it could remember something.

But in the end, the dead soul flew out with Zhao Lingjun and could no longer remember his past life.

After they left, Benjamin packed the picked plants, locked the greenhouse, and then hurried back to the laboratory.

He poured the smelly liquid into a glass flask and heated it for distillation.

The smelly liquid split into two.

He picked up the two test tubes and smelled them separately. He had no reaction to the first test tube, but the second one was unbearable for him.

One stinks, the other doesn't.

Picking up the non-smelly test tube, he poured in a quantitative amount of catalyst for cracking.

Part of the gas goes into the riser, part of the slag and sticky material goes into the settler, and the rest goes into the regenerator.

After several processing steps, he put the liquid into a test tube, inserted it into a large and strange device, and then turned on the electricity.

There was a glass screen in front of the device, and a blurry colorful pattern appeared on the glass bottle, which looked like a hexagram.

Benjamin pressed another button, and the pattern changed from a hexagram to a crescent. "Sure enough! Rainbow particles themselves have no power."

He fiddled with some silk threads, trying to make them grow as fast as crops, and harvest them every six months: "Once there are enough silk threads, they can generate a kind of collective intelligence. What is going on?"

……

Zhao Chuanxin took the children to sandboard and ride the radio tram.

There is a track between Tianshangfei and Peace Academy, but there are no wires on it.

The 10 carriages are pulled by an electric locomotive and are usually used to carry cargo and occasionally passengers.

The front of the car is electric and is driven by wireless power received by the wireless power transmission receiver invented by Nikola Tesla.

If it is too far away, the power supply must be within a certain range.

Zhao Chuanxin sat on a chair and listened to the children talking.

Zhao Lingjun told Zhao Songzhen: "Old Four, wait for winter and I'll take you to chase rabbits."

Zhao Songzhen hugged Xiao Song and said in disbelief: "Sister, my mother told me that people can't catch up with rabbits."

Zhao Lingjun taught earnestly: "Sister, tell you, chasing a rabbit doesn't mean catching it, but setting a trap where it passes. Last winter, sister went hunting with the people of the Solon tribe, it was so much fun. By the way, you now have a younger sister, named Zhao Jinxiu..."

Zhao Nianzhen held Yao Bing's hand and suddenly interrupted: "I don't want a sister."

Zhao Lingjun raised his hand: "Do you believe me if I spank you? Why are you so stubborn, kid?"

Zhao Nianzhen hid behind Yao Bing and looked at her with dissatisfaction.

Zhao Lingjun wanted to go over and catch her, but was stopped by Yao Bing: "She is still young, why are you bothering with her?"

"She is so egocentric at such a young age. Will she be good when she grows up?"

"It will be fine when you grow up." Yao Bing picked up Zhao Nianzhen and turned around and ran away.

Zhao Nianzhen lay on Yao Bing's shoulder with a smug look on his face.

Zhao Chuanxin just watched and did not participate.

He is an only child and has no brothers or sisters. Isn’t the conflict among relatives also a kind of life experience?

If you have many children, don't have any illusions and let them live in peace and harmony with each other.

……

Last year, international students went to Ethan Manor to look for Freddy Pavitt for help.

Last year's seeds bear fruit this year.

These students studying in the United States organized the Chinese Science Society and founded Science Magazine in Shanghai, which caused a huge response.

During the interview, a student told the reporter: "It was Mr. Zhao Chuanxin who funded and helped us to establish the Science Society and founded the Science Magazine. Mr. Zhao himself was also committed to the development of various sciences and never slacked off. He was far-sighted and studied machinery earlier than us students who had gained more knowledge. Mr. Zhao himself was a mechanic..."

The domestic environment has been too chaotic in recent years. Reporters have witnessed wars, changes of dynasties, and the fall and rise of various forces.

People are more concerned about politics.

After listening to these students, some people gained a deeper understanding.

This understanding is incredible.

It turns out that Zhao Chuanxin had built libraries in various places a long time ago. The public library in Lugang Town has an amazing collection. Zhao Chuanxin can be seen in all disciplines of Lugang Town University, as well as in Hankou's Juanwang Technical College.

In the field of physical mechanics, there is no one better than him in China.

They learned that Zhao Chuanxin had begun developing aircraft even during the Qing dynasty, which was why China was the first in the world to open the first fixed private air route.

In the automobile and aircraft manufacturing industries, China has not yet become a world leader, but at least it has not fallen behind.

As soon as this report came out, people from all walks of life were talking about it, marveling at Zhao Chuanxin's leading awareness.

……

On May 5, the Lugang Town Photography Competition finally had two nominees, Zhuang Chusheng and Lu Yishou.

One of them focuses on photographing realistic people, while the other specializes in photographing landscapes from various places.

There are two more days for internal voting among all contestants.

On May 5, the final results came out.

Zhao Chuanxin was also at the award ceremony, watching with a group of snotty kids in the audience.

It was drizzling, so many people came to watch with umbrellas, even the vendors selling snacks and drinks were there.

Liu Baogui stood on the podium with a megaphone in hand and said with a manuscript paper in hand: "The final winner is Zhuang Chusheng! Mr. Zhuang Chusheng will receive a prize of 10,500 yuan!"

The whole place was in an uproar!

Isn't it just taking some photos?

Can you actually get 10,000 yuan?

Nowadays, despite inflation, one copper dollar could still buy eight candies, or one large pancake, one fried dough stick, two raw pears... A bowl of noodles with meat only cost four copper dollars.

But the prize I won was actually 10,000 yuan?

That's not ten thousand copper dollars, that's ocean dollars.

Liu Baogui was very vulgar. He first announced the winner, then loudly read out the prize money, and finally took a thick stack of banknotes jointly issued by Lubin Prefecture and Lugang Town and personally handed it to Zhuang Chusheng.

Zhuang Chusheng was not too poor at the moment, but ten thousand dollars was a fortune for him.

His hands were shaking with excitement: "Thank you Mr. Liu, thank you Lugang Town Photography Competition, thank you..."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the people around him and found that their eyes were red with envy and jealousy.

He chuckled.

This old guy Liu Baogui has spent his entire life depending on two things: pretending to be cool and putting it into practice.

Do it with great success.

But that's how the world is. As long as you do it, it's always better than just dreaming.

It's better to pretend to be cool than to be mean and inferior.

He picked up Zhao Zhengze and said to him, "See? When the time comes, when you, Baogui, hear people talking about the Nobel Prize, you can say - that's it? I've done it before. In the future, I don't want you to say - that's it? It's far inferior to the people I know. If you want to compare, compare it with your own things, don't bring up your parents' and grandparents'."

However, he was afraid that his son was short-sighted, so he would rather pretend to be cool before speaking like Liu Baogui.

"Dad, what is the Nobel Prize?"

"It's an award set up by a man called Nobel."

"Then why isn't the photography competition called the Liu Baogui Award?" "Nonsense, he's just the organizer, the money wasn't paid by him, it was paid by Lugang Town, so it's called the Lugang Town Award."

"Oh... whoever pays the money can be the sponsor!"

Zhao Zhengze understood something.

Not long after, two more competitions were added among the snotty kids in Lugang Town, namely the "Zhao Zhengze Paji Award" and the "Zhao Zhengze Liuliu Award".

Later it developed into an official competition...

On the other side, after the game, Defu went to find Liu Baogui with two bottles of liquor.

Liu Baogui saw the wine in his hand and cursed, "What the hell, what do you want to do? Want to take photos? I tell you, you can take photos, but you can't use the backdoor to win a prize!"

Defu gave a thumbs up and said, "Uncle is so upright and dignified. I admire him."

"Stop talking nonsense, what do you want to do?"

Defu approached mysteriously and said, "Uncle, I heard that the insurance team is going to recruit more people, I want to join."

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"Go away, you're not old enough."

"I'll be 18 next year."

"Then let's talk about it next year."

"Uncle, this year is not a big deal."

"roll."

……

Bai Lang finally reached Gansu.

Behind them, Zhao Ti's troops were chasing closely.

Bai Lang thought that in the Northwest region, just like in other places, they could just rob whenever they arrived.

He established his own army and called it the Central Plains Fu Han Army.

Sometimes citizens were used to fight against the enemy.

The so-called thief was naturally Yuan Weiting.

Things like "The traitor is in power and the house is full of villains" and "Although it is in the name of a republic, it is actually a dictatorship" were the contents of the notices he posted along the way.

However, in Bailang, Northwest China, we encountered many tough opponents.

The local people have been martial since ancient times, and many landlords and gentry are armed. When Bai Lang came, these landlords and gentry resisted to the end, causing Bai Lang's main force to suffer frequent losses.

Bai Lang was furious and vowed more than once to slaughter all the landlords and gentry.

However, the northwest region has suffered from drought and little rain for years, resulting in food shortages, and sometimes the Bailang tribe even had no water to drink.

They are powerless and can no longer come and go as easily as they can elsewhere.

At this time, someone came to the door and said, "There is a well-known person in the local area. The people and the members of the Gelaohui all call him - Little Master. He wants to meet the governor."

Bai Lang was annoyed: "Does anyone want to see me? No."

"Governor, you'd better meet this person. He is not a simple person. He is good at everything. No one in the entire northwest dares to mess with him."

Bai Lang took a deep breath and said, "Then bring him to see me."

Benjamin Goldberg arrived with a group of local gentry and triad members.

Bai Lang took a look and thought, wow, isn’t this a fucking little foreigner?

This little foreigner is really down-to-earth. He is wearing a sheepskin waistcoat, revealing his strong arms. There is a circle of black hair around his lips, and it is obvious that he is not very old.

Bai Lang hated foreigners the most. He glared at Benjamin Goldberg as if he was going to kill him if they disagreed with him.

Benjamin Goldberg grinned, "I came here today to talk to the general on behalf of the people and gentry of the Northwest."

"What to talk about?" Bai Lang was annoyed, wondering why this little foreigner spoke in such a rude tone?

"Talk about withdrawing troops, and talk about not harming anyone."

"Hey, are you tired of living?" White Wolf reached out and touched his waist, where there was a pistol.

Thought Benjamin was mocking him.

Benjamin Goldberg didn't care, nor was he afraid.

He continued to laugh: "General, don't be angry. Even if you are angry, you can't kill me. Of course, the people behind me may not be able to escape, but I will make sure you die on this northwest loess."

"What a big tone." Bai Lang was really angry.

"Calm down, calm down, it's just talk." Benjamin Goldberg took a step closer and said, "Everyone calls me a young master. I see that the people in the northwest are suffering. I can't bear it. I am willing to pay out of my own pocket and donate some food to the general so that he can lead his troops away."

The gentry and representatives of the Triads behind Benjamin were moved when they heard this.

It is hard to let go of Shancai, the young master is indeed righteous!

Bai Lang was moved when he heard this.

He is short of food.

On this loess plateau, many times, even if you have money, you can’t buy food.

The troops were exhausted, short of food and water, and had reached the point of endurance.

He frowned: "What if I don't want to leave?"

Tough talk.

Benjamin Goldberg smiled. "I heard that the general wants to expand the army and store food in the northwest. When the army is well-trained and the food is sufficient, he will dominate the north and sweep the southeast. But the general doesn't know that the northwest is special. Not to mention whether the Ma family will agree if you occupy this area, the Sichuan Army will not let you live in peace. There are also Tibetan soldiers in the west who are eyeing you covetously. Besides, there is no food to store in the northwest! The northwest is sparsely populated and concentrated around the big families. If the big families oppose you, you can't do anything about them. Am I right? It's the rainy season now. The water level at the junction of Sichuan and Gansu is rising. There are no boats to cross. The Sichuan Army is heavily guarding. Now the general has little choice, right?"

Not only that, Bai Lang's men had been running for too long and were exhausted both physically and mentally. They all wanted to go home and would rather die than not go home.

Bai Lang was shocked.

There's something about this little foreign guy in front of me.

Benjamin Goldberg struck while the iron was hot: "I am willing to sacrifice my family's wealth to buy peace for everyone, just like when I helped everyone resist the tax and fight against the Qing Dynasty even at the risk of being beheaded."

The gentry and the triad members behind him were moved again.

Thinking back to those days.

Mr. Xiao has made many contributions to the Northwest region. We should always remember the people who dug the wells when we drink the water.

Of course, if they forgot, Benjamin would remind them from time to time, just like he is doing now...

Bai Lang was surprised: "Since you are so righteous, I can't be a bad guy in vain. When will the food arrive?"

"Today!"

"Aren't you afraid that I won't leave after taking the food?"

"When I came, I sent people to publicize the grain donation among your troops. I guess your subordinates would not agree if you didn't leave."

"you……"

Bai Lang was very angry.

But this was an open conspiracy and he could do nothing about it.

Sure enough, when Benjamin Goldberg's food arrived, even Bai Lang's diehard subordinates clamored to go home.

Brown couldn't do anything with Benjamin.

Before leaving, he tried to win over Benjamin: "Would you like to go with me to the river..."

Before he could finish, Benjamin took a step forward, and it actually went eight meters away, which scared Bai Lang.

Benjamin Goldberg interrupted: "I do have some suggestions."

Bai Lang felt that this little foreigner was a little unfathomable.

His face was serious and he changed his tone: "Please let me know, young sir."

"General, you have been able to break through the numerous blockades to come here, so I'm sure it won't be a problem for you to go back. But if something goes wrong, or you have nowhere else to go, you only need to go to the old kiln in Donghai County. There is a way out there."

Bai Lang didn't say anything. He remembered all this and clasped his fists towards Benjamin. "That's goodbye."

He rode away on his horse.

On the way, he thought it was strange. First there was Zhao Chuanxin, and then there was Xiao Xiansheng. It seemed like there was always someone who wanted to help him.

When Bai Lang and his men left, both the local people and the gentry were grateful to Benjamin.

People really used their own food to exchange for peace for them.

It's not just lip service.

Not only that, Benjamin Goldberg also announced: "Let's not talk about the wealthy for now. For the common people who have no food to eat because of the war, I will be setting up porridge outside Liangzhou City tomorrow for half a month to help everyone get through the difficult times. Anyone who still has a bite to eat should not come."

Some people were so moved that they cried.

Young master, you are so kind!
Some people were also curious: "Young Master, you told Bai Lang to go to Donghai County. Where is Donghai County? Why did you ask him to go to Donghai County?"

Benjamin Goldberg held the Qianlong walnuts sent by Yao Bing in his hand and said compassionately, "Donghai County is in Shandong. Recently, I observed the stars at night and realized that Shandong will encounter a disaster and the people will suffer. Although Bai Lang is a bandit, he knows a lot about military affairs and may be able to help. Just consider it as a good deed for the people."

When everyone heard this, they were completely convinced.

The young master not only rescued people from suffering in the northwest, but also saved people in Shandong.

Moreover, the young master was very good at fortune-telling and actually predicted the disaster in advance.

Awesome, little sir!
Benjamin Goldberg smiled.

As for what he really thinks in his heart, only he himself knows.

After Benjamin had been distributing porridge outside Liangzhou city for half a month, he announced to the public that it was better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. There were still too many poor families who could not afford food, and he happened to be looking for someone to look after their homes. So those who could not afford food could follow him.

This time, they hired more than 2,000 people. Guns, ammunition and horses had been prepared several months ago, and they were immediately formed into an army!

These soldiers were very grateful to him.

Benjamin Goldberg called Liu Huaqiang of Juanwang Technical College and said, "We need to ship a batch of Juanwang Automobile's newly manufactured armored vehicles to Donghai County. We need to ship them quietly and not alert anyone."

Liu Huaqiang hesitated and asked, "Have you informed the principal about this?"

"Don't bother my master. He has been a little upset recently. He will know when he should know. I will pay for this money for the time being."

"That's no problem."

Soon after, Benjamin Goldberg contacted and purchased a batch of war horses and shipped them to Donglin Road.

Listening to him making various arrangements, Losang Zhuoma was puzzled: "Jinbao, what are you spending all this money for?"

"My junior sister said that if you can't catch up with the rabbit, you should set a trap on its trail and chase it, just waiting for the rabbit to fall into the trap."

(End of this chapter)