Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

There was a time when Zhao Chuanxin hoped to live for a period of time in a place where there was no Internet and no acquaintances, so that he could spend his own time.

Now he has achieved it.

The early morning sun shines lazily through the glass.

The steamer is steaming with the aroma of meat, and the dry rice is waiting impatiently.

Open the cage!

The aroma immediately spreads.

I just heard Defu say thiefly: "If you give me five cents, I will help you find a firewood seller to pull two carts for you. One silver dollar is enough to pull three carts of firewood."

He purified the highly concentrated wine and obtained a small amount of alcohol. After soaking in rosin and spraying it on the drawing paper, the pencil drawing can be preserved for a long time.

Sitting in front of the large desk, I picked up a pencil and started doodling that I didn't finish yesterday.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't understand what Ang Bangama meant.

"I'll buy it too!"

After running, everyone started doing push-ups.

"There's nothing I can do, uncle, the children of poor people have long been in charge."

Then forget it.

The horizontal bar is an iron bar made by Zhao Chuanxin and asked by blacksmith Guo. It is fixed with two carbonized wooden square pillars buried in the soil.

Zhao Chuanxin went out, and Zhao Zhongyi came carrying a woolen coat, a hard cloth shirt that was not so white, a serge velvet thermal vest and thermal pants, a pair of woolen pants, and three pairs of wool socks. .

Seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin had an idea.

"Haha, so you are waiting here?" Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "You really have an eye for money. You can't afford to be early if you don't have any profit. You only need five cents for me?"

Wearing a woolen coat, the white shirt underneath is tucked into trousers, tied tightly with a belt, and the waistband of the trousers is very high. The woolen trousers underneath were pressed very neatly, and the pair of work boots were worn on the feet.

I just took a shower at noon yesterday and it was just right to put it on today.

After practicing casually and fooling around for a while, Zhao Chuanxin went back to wash up, and then started a new day!

"Then you have to be careful. Don't get addicted to smoking one day, and he will sell you and your mother together."

When people were practicing bayonet, he would stand beside him, holding the spider legs and swinging them limply. His movements were more leisurely than those of the old men in the park in later generations.

If others wore it, they might get ridiculed by everyone. But Zhao Chuanxin is said to have returned from studying abroad, so what he wears should be considered fashionable.

In fact, Zhao Chuanxin's endurance is quite poor, but his strength is extremely strong. He used to be able to do only five pull-ups, but now he can do thirty-five.

After finishing, he held the short knife and stabbed the straw man there.

"You can't cut your hair any more. It's going to be winter soon, and you'll feel cold. With the current weather, you can freeze your nose off in winter."

In fact, most of it was completed yesterday, and now with just a few strokes, the painting is complete.

Defu was horrified and muttered: "He doesn't dare. I'll go find my Ang Bangama and ask him to deal with my father!"

"What?" Liu Guogui was confused.

Defu gritted his teeth: "The money has been spent, what else can I say?"

As soon as he lay down, Defu came to him, squatted and said, "Uncle, if you don't go up the mountain to collect firewood, there will be no firewood for the winter."

Zhao Chuanxin felt that his tooth hurt. Is it so difficult to lie down?

"Damn it, did your father destroy all the huanghuali tables and chairs in your house?"

Although Zhao Chuanxin has a bit of a beer belly, his cheeks are very thin. He has a beard, and his thin face is covered with stubble.

It was Zhao Zhongyi's turn. He arranged a group of fifty, no more, no less, just right!

Zhao Chuanxin wiped away the cold sweat. If he hadn't taken Dali Pill, he could only be one-tenth of what others did. The gap was too big.

This training is the most brutal in Korea. This guy seems to have a deep hatred for the straw man. He presses the straw man's back with one hand and stabs him randomly with a knife in the other hand.

If you don't look carefully, the wooden boards fit together perfectly and don't look like hidden grids at all.

Zhao Chuanxin withdrew all the remaining deposits and went out to Liu Guigui: "Then you drive and buy as much fabric as you can. Later, each of you will make a set, and then go out to show it off. If anyone wants to buy it, let's sell him at a high price. !”

The morning air is cool and your breath is visible.

Zhao Chuanxin took the clothes and changed them immediately when he got back.

Gao Li’s last attack: “Too chic, too handsome, too well-dressed?”

Can't describe it.

No move, insufficient ammunition for live fire practice.

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He ran first, and Zhao Chuanxin followed suit. Ganfan's body bones are getting stronger now, and his energy is extremely strong. He runs faster, escapes, waits for everyone, and then escapes...

Alas, damned idolatry!

"I didn't buy it. Do you remember the fabrics you bought? This is what those fabrics are made of."

It was the kids and the insurance team members who came to train.

Except for running and pull-ups, Zhao Chuanxin practiced as if it were a joke.

Except for Liu Guoguo, who sells some snack baskets, no one else in the village has any business experience.

Liu Guoguo was anxious: "Hurry up and practice. After I finish practicing, I will buy some fabrics and find someone to make a set too."

"I want it too."

It was noisy outside.

"Sister-in-law's hands are so skillful, she finished it so quickly."

Speaking of his nose, he could smell a faint scent of ground pine at this time.

A piece of wood was tilted up, but there was no space inside.

Its eating movements are similar to those of Zhao Chuanxin, a mouthful of porridge, a mouthful of steamed buns, a mouthful of pickles...

Everyone was impatient.

"Precious pulled one more than yesterday."

He turned back to the house and pressed his hand on the far left side of the huge bookshelf.

How can those moth-eaten foreign fabrics make such beautiful clothes?

Gao Li couldn't help but stepped forward, touched the pockets of the coat, and said with envy: "There are many pockets that can hold things. I think this looks better than the uniforms of the Russian soldiers."

It came from another stack of drawings on the table.

"..."

The family has a separate meal system. Zhao Chuanxin uses dishes and a whole wooden lunch box to cook the food, which contains food in different categories.

"That should be fine. This coat is beautiful."

"Yes, yes, that's what it means." Liu Baobao scratched his head: "Where did you buy it? I'll buy a set too."

I haven’t seen him, even when it comes to cooking, he is more serious than him, and he is doing crazy damage to a straw man there...

Finally, a group of people continued to pull the bolts of their guns and shoot possibly.

Liu Baobao came up and asked: "Where did you buy it? This is too, too..."

After everyone and the dog finished eating, Zhao Chuanxin took out the bowls and plates and washed them.

When he came out wearing brand new clothes, everyone in the insurance team was stunned.

"Hey, I pulled thirty-five of them today..."

Putting the painting on the ground, Qianfan jumped up and looked down.

Then, go queue up and pull the horizontal bar.

"Can it be done?"

Everyone has his own way of living, who can control whom for the rest of his life?

Even for his two ancestors, he only saved one life, and the rest was up to them.

"Wang Wang Wang..."

But I probably understand that this child has someone to rely on.

The painting is of Gan Fan, who looks like an upright model, sitting seriously on his little bed.

After eating, while there was still fire in the stove, he boiled another pot of water and made a pot of tea for himself and Gouzi.

Morning exercises were proposed by Zhao Chuanxin and gave the outline, and the rest was completed by Zhao Zhongyi.

He opened the diary contentedly under the sunshine.

Life is still beautiful!