Serdan led Saimar and others through the large mounds where Qing soldiers were buried, and came to two small graves.
"This is what you are looking for. On the left is the tomb of Hailancha, and on the right is the tomb of a general. I don't know his name."
Saimar gratefully clasped his fists at Serdan and saluted: "Brother, thank you so much! My name is Saimar, and I am from Wuketun, Qihechen Township. How do you call me?"
"My name is Seldan."
As soon as the words came out, Saimar and others' expressions suddenly changed. They didn't expect that the strong man in front of them was actually a wanted criminal by the imperial court!
"Are you Seldan? I heard that your archery skills are very good. It's true that seeing it is better than hearing it a hundred times."
Tak Tiyin asked excitedly: "Brother Seldan, I heard that your arrows were not in vain. You once killed two armored soldiers with one arrow. Tell us about it?"
Serdan thought of that snowy night of escaping, shook his head and said, "It's all in the past."
Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Saimar asked his men to take tools from the horse and pick up the bones of Hailancha and the general. He sat down next to Serdan, took out a dry tobacco bag and asked him: "Want a couple of puffs?"
Serdan shook his head, took out a pipe from his jacket pocket, and then took out a bag with cut tobacco, and said to Saimar: "You'd better smoke mine."
Saimar's tobacco leaves were ordinary goods bought from Wula, Jilin, and they were too expensive for him to buy. Serdan's shredded tobacco was the special grade Jiaohe tobacco given to him by Zhao Xin, which is the authentic Guandong tobacco of later generations.
Zhao Xin saw Serdan smoking before and gave him a few cigarettes from later generations. However, Serdan felt that the cigarette was boring, so he took it back. Later, Zhao Xin simply gave him a briar pipe and several kilograms of special grade Guandong tobacco. Serdan fell in love immediately.
Saimar took the cut tobacco from Serdan, opened the bag and smelled it, and couldn't help but praise: "What a good smoke!" But then, he saw something better.
I saw Serdan take out a small box from his pocket, and take out a small stick wrapped in red at one end; then he lightly scratched the side of the small box, and with a "Crack!" sound, the small wooden stick unexpectedly turned out to be It caught fire.
"Put!" Serdan lit the cigarette, blew out the match, took two beautiful puffs, and turned around to see the stunned Saimar.
"Brother Seldan, what kind of treasure are you?! How come you become so popular with just one stroke?"
Serdan said solemnly: "Oh. This is called a match. I heard it is made of green armor. I don't know the details."
"Brother Seldan, how many more of these 'matches' do you have? We want them all!"
"You want this? I can't make the decision. I have to go back and ask my family." After Serdan finished speaking, he stood up and said a few words to a soldier. The soldier saluted, turned around and left.
In 1680, the British chemist Boyle created the first match in modern history. He coated one end of the stick with sulfur and phosphorus on a piece of rough paper; when making a fire, he rubbed the stick against the rough paper and the match ignited. However, because the price of an ounce of phosphorus was extremely expensive at that time, the cost of Bol's matches was extremely high and the sales volume was very small. People still used flints to make fire every day.
This kind of early Bosch match was brought to Guangzhou by British businessmen and presented as tribute to Kangxi and Qianlong. However, because the price was as high as one or two silver a piece, it was only regarded as a rare treasure.
In 1771, the Germans created a match called the "phosphorus candle." This is a slender sealed glass tube. There is no oxygen in the tube, but there is a strip of wax paper with a phosphorus head. When making a fire, break the glass tube and the phosphorus will burn when it meets the air.
It was not until 1844 that phosphorus-free matches, also called Swedish matches, began to appear in the world. This kind of match head is made of chemicals such as antimony trisulfide and potassium chlorate. It can burn only if it is rubbed on a friction surface coated with red phosphorus, but it will not be ignited if it is rubbed on other surfaces. Therefore, every pack of matches at that time included a friction surface. This is the match commonly used in later generations.
The earliest record of matches entering China in modern times is the book "Miscellaneous Records" written by Sun Yuzhang in the ninth year of Tongzhi. At that time, one tael of silver could only buy 10 boxes of matches. "In the Daoguang period, there were many obscene and clever things that were paid tribute by the British and barbarians. Among them, there was a self-made fire, which was only an inch long. One end had five-color foreign medicine, and when it was rubbed, the fire broke out. The scholar-bureaucrats were all surprised when they saw it, and sighed that it was a ghost. Today There are markets in all the major commercial ports, but the price is very high, and it is impossible for wealthy businessmen and officials to ask for them."
The two continued chatting for a while, and Saimar felt that the time was almost up, so he asked tentatively: "Is that Yalha also with you?"
Serdan's originally smiling face suddenly dropped, and he said seriously: "What do you want to ask?"
Saimar said with a sincere face: "Brother Serdan, you are all subjects of the Qing Emperor. Why do you want to rebel against the imperial court? Why do you want to get together with the Red-haired Yi people?"
Serdan asked in confusion: "Red-haired barbarians? When did I get together with red-haired barbarians?"
"Brother Serdan, don't hide it from me. The imperial court has already found out that the people living at the mouth of the Xila River are red-haired barbarians. Oh, and there is that big white boat."
Seldan almost burst into laughter. He didn't answer and looked at Saimal with a playful expression. He wanted to hear what else the other party would say.
"Before I came, Master Duerjia asked me to tell you and Yarha that the Hunchun Governor did not consider things well at the time and should not have arrested Yarha's family. Unexpectedly, it led to a tragedy. As for Brother, the imperial court has decided to let things go by the wayside."
"Oh?" Seldan grinned and asked, "How can I count if I killed so many armored soldiers?"
"The current General of Jilin, Mr. Duerjia, is different from Mr. Qing in the past. He is the yellow belt of the clan, and what he says represents the emperor. My lord hopes that you can make meritorious deeds. As long as you can wipe out the red-haired barbarians, what happened in the past A write-off! And the flag will be raised.”
"Hehehe, it's interesting. I actually thought that Mr. Zhao and the others were red-haired barbarians." Serdan chuckled and muttered a few words.
Saimar quickly asked: "Brother Seldan, what did you say?"
"It's nothing." Cerdan knocked the finished pipe gently on the ground, stood up, patted his butt and continued: "You should go back as soon as you find the bones."
Saimar was stunned and looked at the other party in confusion.
Serdan took two steps and then stopped, turned around and said to Saimar: "Go back and tell the Manchu officials not to send spies here again. If you want to do business, we welcome you; if you want to spy on news, remember, You are not allowed to approach within a five-mile radius of Beihai Town, and any trespassers will be killed!"
After hearing this, Saimar's expression changed and he said in astonishment: "Beihai Town?"
"Yes, the fifty miles around the mouth of the Xila River are our territory!"
Saimar looked at Serdan in disbelief, thinking about what Durga's staff taught him, and stood up to persuade him: "Brother Serdan, are you really determined to go against the court? I am a Qing Dynasty population. Billions of trillions, millions of soldiers..."
Serdan raised his hand and interrupted: "Stop saying this. The court, the court knows how to ask for furs from us border residents. Where was the court when we were starving? When the Yarha family froze to death, Where is the imperial court?! It’s okay not to have such a imperial court.”
Saimar thought that it wouldn't work this time, and maybe we could talk again next time if we find an opportunity, so he smiled and said to Serdan: "Brother Serdan, I just want to help the court pass a message. Since you don't agree, then I I won’t say it anymore. But if I come to you for business in the future, how will I find you?”
"You come with me." Serdan led Saimar all the way back uphill, pointing to the place where Saimar and the others camped and rested just now, and said: "Next time you come, just wait there, someone will come. Looking for you."
Taktiyin and the others worked hard for a long time and finally pulled out the bones from the two tombs. However, it has only been three months since the last defeat of Fukang'an. The body has decomposed, but the clothes on the body are still clearly identifiable. Everyone had no choice but to cut down trees in the surrounding area and build a simple coffin. This torment lasted until the afternoon.
At the other end of the story, over in Beihai Town, Zhao Xin had been scolded by nine teachers including Lao You all morning. In order to retain these teachers, Zhao Xin could only hold on and wait until these people had finished venting their anger.
Lao You and others were very angry that Zhao Xin and others had put sedative and sleeping drugs in the food last night, and said that if something happened, it would be murder.
Zhao Xin just mentioned that there was an attending doctor named Hong Tao in Beihai Town. As a result, Lao You and others became even more angry.
"It's great to have a doctor! Who's to blame if there is a medical accident?!"
"Yes, yes, you are right."
"No! This matter is not over yet. Tell me how to solve it."
"Compensation, I will definitely compensate you. Whether it is financially or mentally."
...
However, when Zhao Xin was being scolded, he noticed that the chemistry teacher surnamed Fang among the nine people rarely spoke. Even if he was criticizing, he would only say a few sentences in a non-trivial manner; this person was sometimes very generous. He walked to the window excitedly and looked out.
Chemistry teacher, physics teacher, math teacher, these people are all gods to Zhao Xin! It has to be provided. The matter of his own explosives has not been resolved yet; Zhao Liang's subordinate named Zhang Fang still worked tirelessly to expose the large vats of urine every day.
When the criticism meeting reached almost 11 o'clock, Zhao Xin smiled and offered to take everyone to visit the school. Lao You and others were tired of scolding all morning, so they stood up and let Zhao Xin lead the way.
The group of people arrived at the school gate, and the old refugee man who was guarding the gate immediately bowed and saluted when he saw that the Lord was coming.
Lao You's evil fire hadn't finished yet. When he saw this scene, he stepped forward and helped the old gatekeeper up, saying loudly: "It should be him who salutes you! Stand up straight!"
After Zhao Xin led them into the school with a wry smile, Lao You and the others saw many children in the classroom studying by themselves. When they were lying on the table practicing calligraphy one by one, they asked Zhao Xin what was going on.
What's going on? It's not because there are not enough teachers, so just a few people take turns teaching the children. Zhao Xin counted the existing teacher resources with his fingers. Counting himself, there were only four teachers in total.
"Why don't you teach on TV?" a teacher named Li suddenly asked. This one teaches physics.
Zhao Xin explained with a wry smile: "Mr. Li, our electricity supply is currently limited to the workshop on the other side of the river. I would like to build a power station, but the quality of these farmers is really not good. It takes three years for a skilled worker to It only took me half a year to train them!
The thermal power station must have coal, but the coal is now in the mountains of Ezochi! Water and electricity are definitely not good. When it freezes here in winter, the turbines can be frozen. There must be workers to build a power station, but my literacy rate is not enough. It has been more than half a year, and communication in Mandarin is just normal.
Next year, we will also transport refugees from the Qing Dynasty, not to mention these people, almost all of them are bankrupt farmers.
Teachers, I know I have deceived you. But it is true that I ask you to teach your children. If there was nothing else I could do, I wouldn't have made such a move! "
Lao You and others looked at each other, and their strong sense of responsibility made them quickly ignore their anger towards Zhao Xin. So accompanied by Chen Qingsong and Zhang Bo, they started chatting with the children.
When Zhao Xin saw that Lao You and the others' attention was no longer on him, he quickly winked at Zhang Bo and Shen Xuan who came out to greet them, turned around and quietly left the school. As a result, as soon as he returned to his office, Liu Sheng came with a soldier.
"Want to change matches?!" Zhao Xin couldn't help but be stunned after hearing the report of the soldier sent back by Serdan. "Go, why did I forget this thing!"
Liu Sheng looked at him puzzled and asked, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
Zhao Xin became a little excited: "No problem. Change! You must change. This is an opportunity for us." He thought for a moment and said to Liu Sheng: "Give them ten boxes first."
"How to price this thing?" Liu Sheng asked.
"One tael of silver per box."
"I'll go! You are so dark!"
"You don't know, matches are a scarce commodity in this era. You can't find a box in all of China. You forgot, when we were in Yangzhou, they used either fire sticks or flints to light the lamps at night."
In Zhao Xin's memory, the old people of his grandparents' generation used to call matches "matches." Since it is "foreign", it must be imported. Zhao Xin estimated that matches entered China after the Opium War. But when were matches invented? I need to check this out quickly when I have time.
Liu Sheng asked at this time: "What to do with the bodies of Hai Lancha and the general? Give them to them."
"Here. Let's keep it for some use. Take it away quickly."
Zhao Xin took fifty boxes of matches from the cabinet and handed them to Serdan's men, and warned: "Remember, one tael of silver and two boxes. These are fifty taels of silver." After that, Zhao Xin explained the matter again. The soldier said a few words and told him to tell Serdan when he went back.
After the soldier repeated it, he turned and left.
Two hours later, Serdan handed Saimar the fifty boxes of matches brought by his men and said, "One tael of silver per box."
Saimar said in embarrassment: "Brother Serdan, we don't have enough money. You see, I can exchange it with you for leather goods."
Seldan nodded indifferently.
Saimar was overjoyed. From the forty horses he brought, he picked out ten that were loaded with leather goods and ginseng, and explained to Serdan: "Before coming, Sir Durga was worried that you would not be willing to bring Hailancha to the country." Your Excellency's body was given to us, so we asked us to bring you furs and horses. These six horses were brought to you by Master Durga, and these four are my own."
Serdan nodded and asked the soldiers to take over the pack horses.
At this time, the temporary coffins had been prepared, and Taktiyin and others placed the corpses into the coffins, and then placed them on the backs of the two pack horses.
Saimar carefully put the match into the saddle bag on his horse, and said to Serdan: "Brother Serdan, after finishing Jilin Ula's business, I will bring the goods to do business with you."
Serdan asked his men to return Saimar's bows, arrows and daggers to each other. He followed what his men reported to Zhao Xin and said, "Come on, we have everything here. Salt, iron pots, grain, cloth, and winter clothes." . We don’t want any money, you can just exchange it for leather goods!”
After Saimar and his entourage took the horses and left, Serdan asked several of his men to follow them until the other party was five miles away, and then withdrew.
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