The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

At this time, there were five foreigners, arms around each other, watching the fun.

The waiter muttered in a low voice: Since the opening of the Shanghai-Nanjing Railway, we have often seen foreign devils in Suzhou. The foreigners are vulgar and do not understand etiquette. A few years ago, there were American sailors who made trouble after drinking. The people dared to be angry but dare not speak out.

Zhao Chuanxin never listened to casual thoughts, he paid the bill and left.

He followed the Spring Festival team and moved forward.

Scratch your scalp and ask Benjamin Goldberg: “Do you ever feel itchy?”

Benjamin Goldberg nodded: Yes, Master, I feel something crawling on my scalp. Also, there are bed bugs on the bed, biting people.

Zhao Yixian said: Both of you, you must have lice and fleas on your body.

The more he talked about Zhao Chuanxin, the more uncomfortable he became.

He made up his mind to join in the fun and go back to take a good bath.

There will no longer be such lively ceremonies in later generations. In fact, in the next era, the state system will change, customs will change, and the people will be poor and have no money, and there will be no more excitement, making it difficult to see the prosperity of previous years.

After all, in the next era, especially after the death of Sun Gongwu, the melee began, and the people were in dire straits. Even if the warlords lost the mahjong game or spent it on their concubines, they would not spend their money on such trivial matters.

At the front of the team is the paper-mâché Spring Ox, and at the back are the actors playing the role of 360 Lines. Although it is not professional, it is really lively.

Zhao Chuanxin likes this atmosphere.

The people followed closely behind and entered Loumen in great excitement. They first sacrificed spring cattle on the Xiannong Altar, and some people recited prayers for a good harvest.

There are also many wandering children who do not go to see the spring ox. Instead, they wander around the crowd watching the excitement, or pay attention to the pretty beaded curtains under the crystal curtains of the flower buildings on both sides.

It was crowded and lively when suddenly a loud uproar was heard.

Many people pointed fingers at Chunniu.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around and saw the five foreigners. One of them took off his newsboy hat and put it on Chun Niu's head. One of them was holding a camera and taking pictures happily. The rest of the people stood next to the spring cow, posing in various poses.

Here, officials from one government and three counties are present.

An official came forward to dissuade them with a timid look: The Spring Festival must not be desecrated. Please move to another place to play.

Several foreigners, some of whom knew some Chinese, stared: What's wrong with taking pictures? I won't delay you.

The official obeyed, smiled and retreated.

The people pointed fingers and criticized from afar: It's really outrageous...

Foreigners are just vulgar...

Doesn't Governor He care about it?

He Gangde, courtesy name Xiao Ya, has been the prefect of Suzhou since the 26th year of Guangxu's reign.

His greatest contribution to Suzhou was the establishment of Suzhou's patrol team.

He Gangde also saw the foreigners making trouble. Although he was not happy when he saw those foreigners being unruly, he did not dare to do anything.

Of course there are patrols nearby, but the patrols dare not take care of it.

As a result, the tens of thousands of people present, including officials and civilians, could only watch helplessly as the foreigners became arrogant.

At first, everyone was just a little angry, but bearable.

For a moment, the foreigner who took off his hat and hung it on Chun Niu's head actually tore off a piece of colored paper from Chun Niu's body and stuck it on his face to make fun of his companions.

Now, the people were completely angry.

Next to Zhao Chuanxin, an old scholar with a beard trembling wildly, stamped his feet on the spot: How can this not make sense? How can it not make sense...

How can such a big thing be done by foreign devils?

Zhao Chuanxin said to him with a smile: Go kill those foreign devils.

The old scholar shrank his neck and said: A gentleman talks but never uses his hands.

Zhao Chuanxin curled his lips: If you don't dare to go up, just stop beeping.

you……

Zhao Chuanxin laughed, took out a piece of wood, and carved a statue of the Virgin.

He has carved it before, and he can capture it easily.

He stood out from the crowd with a crude statue of the Virgin and came to the Xiannong Altar.

When the five foreigners saw a Chinese man approaching who was wearing a cotton robe no different from ordinary people, they didn't take it seriously and continued to laugh and joke.

Zhao Chuanxin came to them with a wooden statue of the Virgin and made a slash on the statue's face.

The five people were stunned.

Zhao Chuanxin held up the statue of the Madonna and looked at it. He shook his head and muttered in English: Oh, it's so ugly. So you are this kind of Madonna.

His voice was not loud, but somehow it could be heard far enough away that people around him could hear it.

As he spoke, he made another mark on the chest of the Virgin Mary.

The faces of the five people looked slightly ugly.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head again: Oh, this seems to be stunted. Let me modify it.

As he spoke, the sword was flying like flying, and the statue of the Virgin, which originally looked thin, gradually became plump.

It's just that the plumpness is a bit exaggerated.

The five people looked cold.

The foreigner took off his hat and took a step forward and said coldly: You pagan, you are blaspheming.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his head in surprise and looked at him innocently, but he pressed his finger on a certain position of the statue of the Virgin: Ah, it feels better now.

He didn't say anything but rubbed it back and forth with a lewd smile on his face.

On the stage, the prefect He Gangde asked the people around him: Who understands what they said?

Zuo Xiaotong, the chief envoy of Suzhou, who knew some English, translated: Master magistrate, that man carved a statue of a foreign god. He...

After hearing this, He Gangde spit out a mouthful of tea: What a nonsense.

But no one was sent to stop him.

In the audience, the five foreigners were angry.

You heretic, I'm going to teach you a lesson.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and slapped him in the face.

Snapped……

The foreigner who took off his hat turned half a circle and fell to the ground.

This shows how powerful this slap is.

The crisp sound resounded throughout the entire audience.

The people were in an uproar.

The officials were stunned.

Really tough.

The other four foreigners saw them and rushed forward.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the statue of the Virgin and smashed it down on his head and face.

The second man suddenly became sluggish and thick blood flowed down his forehead.

The third person, Zhao Chuanxin, raised his arm to block the incoming fist, grabbed the opponent's collar, and pulled him for a headbutt.

Boom...

He had a nosebleed and collapsed.

The fourth and fifth people stopped in their tracks when they saw how vigorous Zhao Chuanxin was.

Zhao Chuanxin rushed forward and stretched out his arms.

He was tall and long-armed, and with one hand in each hand, he grabbed the two people's necks, lifted them up without any effort, and slammed them to the ground.

Boom, boom...

I blanch...

The people around were stunned.

At this time, He Gangde realized that something was wrong.

After all, he was a scholar. According to his assumption, Zhao Chuanxin was just verbally humiliating a few foreigners.

But I didn't expect that Zhao Chuanxin would not only have to take it orally, but also his heart and body... Foreigners have no trouble with trivial matters, so don't make it a big deal.

He stood up suddenly and shouted: Stop! I am He Gangde, the prefect of Suzhou. Stop it quickly...

Zhao Chuanxin raised his head and bared his teeth at him.

Just in time, the hatless foreigner struggled to get up, his head swaying dizzy, and he was about to say something.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward as fast as lightning, grabbed him by the collar, and threw him over his shoulder.

At this time, the morning sun was still very cold.

The foreigner's body twitched as he was thrown, so Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigar and lit it.

He walked slowly to the foreigner on the ground, grabbed one of his legs, and walked towards He Gangde.

He Gangde was a little frightened and hurriedly ordered: Quickly stop him left and right, stop this murderer quickly...

Those patrolmen were timid when facing foreigners, but they became capable when facing their own people.

It is true that Zhao Chuanxin looks tough, but they feel that they may not be unable to take down Zhao Chuanxin because they have many people and batons.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled the foreigner's leg and swung it around.

A patrolman couldn't dodge and was knocked down.

The others were whimpering and surrounding him with batons, but kept warning: Put him down quickly, or you'll be in trouble.

You are in big trouble...

Zhao Chuanxin ignored them, dragged the foreigner forward, and came to the Guangeng Pavilion. He talked about the foreigner and threw it at the pillar.

Boom...

The foreigner's head immediately began to bleed profusely.

When Zhao Chuanxin was smashing, he stared closely into the eyes of He Gangde in Guangeng Pavilion.

Lifting the foreigner's leg, Zhao Chuanxin continued to shake him.

Boom...

Boom...

Boom...

Under the sun, Zhao Chuanxin swung his hand faster and faster, like beating a drum.

The root of the starry sky and the Q assistant made him not feel tired at all.

The foreigner's head was smashed repeatedly until he was no longer human.

And Zhao Chuanxin kept his eyes on He Gangde.

This made He Gangde's hair stand on end.

Those patrolmen didn't dare to come forward, they were too cruel.

This man has great strength and is tireless.

It would be difficult for an ordinary person to swing it even once, so maybe he had to swing it dozens of times?

Zhao Chuanxin threw the foreigner away and spat on the ground: What's the matter? If you face a foreigner, you, the prefect, will become a grandson. If you face me, how can you do it?

He Gangde was afraid and angry.

He is a civil servant. Where has he seen such a bloody scene?

But in broad daylight, Zhao Chuanxin not only committed crimes, but also targeted foreigners. In front of him, the prefect, this was simply lawless and lawless!

He pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: You, you, you bold maniac, why don't you come forward and take it down for me?

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the group of patrolmen who stepped forward with a sneer. He picked up the knife and cut off a pillar. He pushed forward with a log in his hand, and several patrolmen were knocked to the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin swaggered up to a few frightened foreigners, leaned over and asked, Why aren't you so arrogant?

Several foreigners looked at the corpses of their companions, how could they dare to speak?

Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward and slapped each other in the face, neither lightly nor severely, but extremely insulting.

Bang bang bang bang...

It's really rain and dew that hit each other equally, one hit the other.

Zhuo Nima, you know that your own beliefs cannot be trampled by others, but you trample on other people's beliefs at will, right?

The people around became excited.

This melon is too big today.

This man not only dared to kill foreigners and beat them up violently, but he did not even take the Suzhou magistrate seriously, and the patrolmen were no match for him. I think only the big-headed soldiers with guns could subdue him.

What a good man.

Many busybodies already have drafts in mind that they will brag about afterwards.

The only fly in the ointment was that they couldn't understand the English spoken by Zhao Chuanxin.

A foreigner, while Zhao Chuanxin was beating his companion, suddenly got up and ran away.

Zhao Chuanxin did not move his legs, he just threw out the whip of judgment, tied up the foreigner and pulled him back: I didn't let you go, you can't leave!

The foreigner was really scared and begged for mercy: Don't kill me, don't kill me, I respect everyone's beliefs...

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the spring cow on the Xiannong Altar: Go and kowtow to that cow. You can only leave after kowtowing a hundred times.

This is more humiliating than being beaten.

One of the foreigners couldn't help but said: I am British, I advise you to let me go quickly!

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and volleyed.

Boom...

The foreigner's head tilted and he fell unconscious.

Zhao Chuanxin continued to volley, once, twice, three, and four times... The speed was getting faster and faster, but his face was not red and he was out of breath.

British, right?

The sun never sets, right?

Very cool, right?

As the saying goes, strong force works miracles, the foreigner's head miraculously stuck to his shoulders.

The three people next to me were so scared that they peed.

The crotch was completely wet.

This time, the death of my companion is right in front of me.

One person said heartbreakingly: I am German, I am not British...

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at Xiannongtan: It doesn't matter whether you are a German or a British devil, get over here immediately and kowtow a hundred times.

The three of them rolled and crawled, walked on their knees, and kowtowed.

Knocking is called sincerity.

As they were kowtowing, Zhao Chuanxin came to the field.

The people around were watching the fun and excitement, but Zhao Chuanxin pointed at them: You deserve to be poor, you deserve to be bullied, you deserve to be visited by natural disasters!

When the people heard this, they couldn't help but burst into an uproar.