Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

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 is just the organizer. The money is not from him, but from Lugang Town, so it is 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."

"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.