Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Chapter 1107 So, how much money can you give?

In spring, Iceland is still very cold.

But Iceland has many volcanoes, smoke is everywhere, and hot springs are everywhere. When Zhao Chuanxin arrived, he felt what it meant to be a world of ice and fire.

Iceland's population declined. In the 18th century, a smallpox epidemic killed one-third of the population. At the end of the century, a volcanic eruption produced huge smoke and a lack of vegetation, leading to famine and the death of another quarter of the population.

At that time, Iceland was a vassal state of the Kingdom of Denmark. It did not even have an army and was barely autonomous.

Zhao Chuanxin brought his daughter here to practice swimming and enjoyed a rare benefit, using the hot spring pool as a swimming pool.

Zhao Lingjun was wearing a full-body swimsuit made of special materials that even covered her arms.

It’s not because Lao Zhao is conservative, it’s just that the material of this swimsuit is a super elastic silk from Brilliant Oasis, which is hand-woven and has V-shaped pleats on the surface, which can reduce water resistance when paddling.

Zhao Lingjun was splashing in the warm blue water.

Zhao Chuanxin said, "Won't you be exhausted to death if you swim like this?"

"Dad, look at me."

As Zhao Lingjun spoke, he exerted strength from his waist and abdomen, and emerged from the water like a carp leaping over the Dragon Gate.

This happened repeatedly, with water splashing everywhere.

If it were any other child, they would have been exhausted and out of breath, but she kept struggling as if she had endless energy.

Zhao Chuanxin was helpless: "This swimsuit is a waste."

She won't stop until she sees my real skills.

Zhao Chuanxin said, "Look at your father's."

As he spoke, he laid his body sideways and paddled using the crawl stroke, but his speed was far beyond common sense, even faster than a fish. He rushed out twenty meters in a flash, leaving behind a trail of rippling water.

Zhao Lingjun was very unconvinced: "I can do it too."

She imitated her father's movements and rowed slowly forward.

When she looked up, she saw that she was still a long way from her father.

She continued rowing.

It took her a long while to reach Zhao Chuanxin, and she was so angry that she splashed water.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said, "Young man, how about it, are you convinced? If you are convinced, then learn from me."

At this time, on the dark basalt next to them, a blonde woman with braided hair was taking off her clothes and said to the father and son, "You swim very well. Is this the way you invented?"

Zhao Chuanxin and Zhao Lingjun turned around to take a look.

Oops...

He and his father came here to swim, but others came here to take a bath, so they took off all their clothes.

Although Iceland has no army, the residents here are descendants of Viking pirates, and both men and women are very strong.

The woman in front of him was about 1.7 meters tall. She was the strongest woman Zhao Chuanxin had seen in recent years. She had a muscular body with obvious fat surrounding her body, broad shoulders, thick back and strong arms.

But her facial features are very delicate and her cheeks are not bloated.

Zhao Lingjun pointed at her and said to Zhao Chuanxin, "Dad, she is so shameless!"

She couldn't understand the woman's Icelandic, and the woman couldn't understand Zhao Lingjun's Chinese.

poof...

"Hello, my name is Sarah Willsdottir."

Icelandic women always add "dottir" after their surnames, which actually means daughter in English.

So-and-so's daughter.

Add "son" after "son".

Zhao Chuanxin said to his daughter, "I advise you not to meddle in other people's business."

Zhao Lingjun: "Humph, it's obviously true!"

Zhao Chuanxin said to the woman, "I am Zhao. This is my daughter Juliana."

Old Zhao also knows how to click his tongue.

Because of the presence of his daughter, Old Zhao couldn't watch intently. After all, as a father, he had to maintain his dignity.

Sarah Wilsdottir scrubbed her body as if no one was around.

Zhao Chuanxin coughed and reluctantly swam away with his daughter.

While his daughter wasn't paying attention, he looked back.

Plus-size women with big bodies but thin waists, get to know them.

Old Zhao suffered a great mental trauma.

In a trance, I remembered that many years ago in a hot spring in Japan, I also met a girl who was in stark contrast to the woman in front of me.

Two extremes.

Soon, Zhao Chuanxin came ashore, and Zhao Lingjun was still struggling in the water.

Old Zhao said to himself, "As I get older, it's inevitable that my taste will gradually become heavier."

Sarah Wilsdottir in the water looked up and smiled at Zhao Chuanxin: "Why do you always look at me?"

Zhao Chuanxin saw his daughter struggling on the swimming ring in the distance and not paying attention to this side.

He took out the pan, cracked an egg in it and said, "You misunderstood. I was just thinking and not looking at you."

"So what are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about your body."

"..."

Sarah Wilsdottir burst out laughing.

She walked out of the water and stepped on the stones to come to Zhao Chuanxin's side.

The looming effect turns into an intuitive visual impact.

The eggs in the frying pan in Zhao Chuanxin's hand became hard - they were cooked.

He took another piece of chicken and put it in the pan to fry.

Sarah Wilsdottir asked: "This is the first time I've seen eggs cooked without fire."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Then do you want to see it more often in the future?"

Sarah Wilsdottir blinked. “Okay.”

Zhao Chuanxin took out two slices of bread, put the eggs and chicken on them respectively, and poured the stuffed peppers with the secret walnut cream sauce made by the nuns from the Santa Monica Monastery in Puebla, Mexico.

He handed the sandwich to Sarah Wilsdottir. "Want some chicken?"

"Okay."

Sarah put on her clothes before taking the sandwich from Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Lingjun has a dog nose and can smell the scent of food even from a long distance away amid the strong smell of sulfur.

"Dad, did you ask the nun to make stuffed peppers with walnut cream sauce?"

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Come up and eat something."

In the past, when Zhao Chuanxin went to Puebla, he jumped over the wall to steal this delicacy.

Now there was no need to steal, he could just walk in as John Constantine.

He took Zhao Lingjun there once, and Zhao Lingjun couldn't forget the secret food.

Zhao Lingjun was lying on the swimming ring and flapping his arms towards this side.

Before she got ashore, Zhao Chuanxin whispered to Sarah Wilsdottir for her address.

When Zhao Lingjun came ashore, Zhao Chuanxin's face had already become stern, but his image as a strict father would never collapse.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand, and the water vapor on Zhao Lingjun's body evaporated. Old Zhao took out a blanket and covered her with it.

The blanket consists of horizontal stripes of blue, black, brown and ivory.

Sarah Wilsdottir first saw Zhao Chuanxin raise his hand, and the water stains on his daughter's body dried up.

Touching the blanket again, she asked, "What kind of blanket is this? It's a very fine blanket."

Zhao Chuanxin said: "This is a chief blanket woven by a Navajo woman in the Americas. It is a hand-woven flat blanket. This blanket is so delicate that it is waterproof."

Zhao Lingjun was very dissatisfied: "Dad, what are you talking to this shameless woman? Are you bullying me because I don't understand?"

Zhao Chuanxin handed her the sandwich and said, "Why are you so nosy? I'm just telling you the origin of this blanket."

"Oh, it seems I need to learn Icelandic."

Zhao Chuanxin put on ethnic-style half-shoes for her and said, "Go to the back and change your clothes. Don't get cold."

Although Zhao Lingjun was a princess, most of her shoes were designed and made by Zhao Chuanxin, and several pairs had to be made every year to keep enough for her.

When Zhao Lingjun saw the tall and strong woman eating the sandwich made by her father, he silently deducted another point from her.

"Don't whisper to her before I come back."

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

When Zhao Lingjun came back, there was a green parrot on his shoulder.

Zhao Lingjun threw the swimsuit he had taken off onto the stone.

Zhao Chuanxin took his swimsuit to the hot spring to wash it. Lord Runzhi controlled the water flow, which was more powerful than a washing machine. The water flow was fine and impacted the intersection of each two fibers, and it was clean after several times back and forth.

He shook it three times, allowing the evaporated water vapor to mix into the hot spring vapor, and then he folded it several times skillfully, folding the swimsuit into a neat square.

Sara Wilsdottir looked at her with interest: "Do you usually take care of her like this?"

In Iceland, she had never seen such a meticulous and neat man who could take care of children. He seemed to be able to perform magic...

Without waiting for Zhao Chuanxin to answer, Zhao Lingjun turned around and asked the parrot: "Sangling, what did that woman say?"

The spirit of the dead had disintegrated from the crow, and when Zhao Lingjun was away on a long journey, it possessed the telegraph parrot.

It tilted its head and looked at Zhao Lingjun: "Nonsense, how should I know? I don't understand."

The parrot actually spoke Chinese.

Zhao Lingjun urged Lao Zhao: "Dad, let's go home."

Zhao Chuanxin had no choice but to smile and leave with Sarah Wilsdottir.

He grabbed the dead soul, picked up Zhao Lingjun, and leaped more than 20 meters away. In a little while, he floated out of the pool.

The sun was shining brightly and the air was crisp and cool.

The father and son returned to The Hague with the deceased's soul riding on the third-generation dragon.

Zhao Chuanxin has been going to the Essen steel plant more frequently recently.

The inexplicable reduction in the inventory of weapons and ammunition aroused the vigilance of those responsible.

In order to avoid being blamed, he quickly reported the matter.

The importance of Krupp's military industry to Germany is self-evident.

The superiors immediately sent troops to patrol at night.

But at night, the inventory was inexplicably reduced.

……

January.

There has been no conclusion as to whether Yuan Weiting was responsible for the assassination of Song Jiaoren.

The murderer has been brought to justice, but the trial lacks crucial evidence.

However, Sun and others spread the news, believing that it was Yuan Weiting who did it.

In addition, after Yuan Weiting signed the "Post-Settlement Contract", public opinion overwhelmingly condemned Yuan Weiting.

In May, the five governors of Hunan, Jiangxi, Guangdong, Anhui, and Lubin Prefecture jointly sent a telegram to strongly oppose the post-war loan.

Soon after, the governors of the remaining 17 provinces jointly signed a letter to support the post-war loans.

It can be seen that Yuan Weiting still has some means.

Disagreements arose again between Sun Gongwu and Huang Xing.

Sun Gongwu decided to overthrow Yuan Weiting by force, but Huang Xing opposed it and believed that legal procedures should be used.

This serious disagreement caused a rift between the two for the first time.

Perhaps Huang Xing had some understanding of the revolutionary nature of his class and was somewhat weak. If he wanted to rebel, it would probably take him ten years to succeed, just like before.

If I had known this would happen, I should not have compromised with Yuan Weiting. I should have persisted to the end and would not be in the current predicament.

In June, Yuan Weiting issued the "General Order to Honor Confucius."

There were so many people flattering him that even Kang Youwei, who was driven back to China by Zhao Chuanxin, published an article in the newspaper praising Yuan Weiting.

A trend of respecting Confucius and restoring ancient ways has emerged in the country.

Reporters from major newspapers rushed to find Zhao Chuanxin to ask for his opinion.

Unfortunately, after contacting everyone, it seems that Zhao Chuanxin is not in the country.

The reporter from Internet Gazette begged Zhang Shouzeng to help contact Zhao Chuanxin.

Reporters from other newspapers took a ride and were able to talk to Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin was wearing his bathrobe and tidying up the warehouse in the underground fortress of Quetshalan when he received a call.