Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhao Chuanxin and the biological remnants are at odds with each other.

He planned it well, but was in a bit of a hurry.

Because the captain sent someone to urge him to leave immediately.

After all, the ship was not owned by Zhao Chuanxin. If he was delayed for one more day, the captain would be one day late on his return trip, which would delay his subsequent itinerary and money-making plans.

Furthermore, they have some taboos about sailing, and they are particular about which months are suitable for sailing on which oceans, so they cannot miss the time.

The next day, Miao Cuihua told Zhao Chuanxin about the matter.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "Isn't this shipping company Kang Youwei's? Isn't Kang Youwei's mine?"

Now, Kang Youwei's property belongs to Zhao Chuanxin, and whatever Kang Youwei will earn in the future, Zhao Chuanxin has also booked it.

Miao Cuihua shook her head: "He is just the major shareholder. The captain said he was responsible for all shareholders and insisted on leaving."

Zhao Chuanxin said forcefully: "Let Samuel negotiate, at least let the captain delay for one more day."

Kirsch led people to burn charcoal, while Zhao Chuanxin and Benjamin Goldberg worked intensively to make rocket bombs.

In the evening, when the master and apprentice were making gas masks, they encountered another problem.

Benjamin Goldberg originally wanted to make it look like a mask, but when he tried it, he found that the airtightness could not be guaranteed.

If "I" inhales the poison gas first, the consequences will be disastrous.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Masks will definitely not work. Don't confuse the enemy and knock yourself down first. I think it can be made into a Zhu Bajie-style gas mask."

He took out a pen and paper and drew the approximate appearance of future gas masks.

Benjamin Goldberg took a look and said: "Master, you are really imitating a wild boar."

The breathing port in the front looks like a pig's nose.

But during production, we ran into trouble again.

To ensure air tightness, the best material is rubber.

There is rubber, but there is no machine to press it into a specific shape.

Benjamin Goldberg scratched his head in distress: "It would be great if we had a complete industrial system to support us in inventing various things."

Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "Far water can't quench the near thirst. It's just temporary anyway. I think it should either be made of aluminum alloy or high-density wood. I'll carve it and mold it in one piece, and seal the edges with rubber pads."

"Aluminum alloys also need stamping. If it's wood, it's already dark."

The captain said that it had been delayed for many days. Today was the last day and we had to leave tomorrow.

Before the change, Zhao Chuanxin said he was not allowed to give them big armbands, but now he is powerless and does not want to cause trouble.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll pay you to go find Makani's father, Kishi, and ask him to cut down a tree in the dark and bring it back."

Benjamin Goldberg went off to find Kirsch.

Many Kanaka people live in thatched houses without electricity.

Go to bed early at night or engage in various entertainment activities.

When Benjamin Goldberg arrived at Kirsch's house, he heard some strange noises.

The young man was really brave. He stood at the door and shouted: "Hey, what kind of evil spirit is making trouble in the middle of the night? Why don't you show up quickly?"

The sounds in the thatched house stopped.

Jixi came out holding up his pants and asked in shock: "What are you doing?"

Benjamin Goldberg said without blushing or blinking: "I heard something, and I thought the Japanese were acting like monsters. What the hell was going on."

A large number of Japanese immigrants came to Hawaii, and they also brought various ghost legends with them.

The Japanese are very superstitious.

The Kanaka people and the Japanese have never dealt with each other, and they are like enemies when they meet.

The two sides frequently "competed" and held demonstrations and protests, which made the Americans miserable.

Jixi's face was dark: "I still want to ask you what the hell are you doing? It's already very late, why don't the kids go to bed quickly?"

Then Benjamin Goldberg said, "Do you want to make money?"

Jixi's eyes lit up: "What money?"

The God of War and his disciple are now called the God of Wealth by the Kanaka people.

For example, collecting plants is something that the Kanaka people are good at. They earn money just by wandering around, and they are given a lot of money, and the settlement is very happy.

Benjamin Goldberg asked: “What wood has the highest density here?”

"What is density?"

"Um...firm, airtight, hard."

When it comes to the old forests of Hawaii, every Kanaka tribesman knows it well.

Jixi immediately said: "Koa wood, red peach wood, iron wood..."

Benjamin Goldberg asked suspiciously: "They're not poisonous, right?"

"What do you call this? Of course it's not poisonous."

"Go and chop down a tree. It should be big, at least this thick." Benjamin Goldberg opened his hands and measured it.

"Now?"

"Yes, right now, I will give you a reward of 10 US dollars, and you must bring it back before dawn."

Jixi's eyes turned green: "Deal."

10 dollars is just as much money as you picked up for free.

……

Let’s talk about Zhao Chuanxin.

Every night, the high priest came to chant "mantras" to Zhao Chuanxin and used the herbal medicine to help him sleep.

But as the frequency increased, perhaps Zhao Chuanxin had developed antibodies in his body.

Tonight, the smoke only had the effect of driving away mosquitoes. Zhao Chuanxin woke up after a little "high", but couldn't sleep.

Rachel Kervis saw that Benjamin Goldberg hadn't gone back to bed very late, so she volunteered to come out to find him.

Of course, if you are looking for Benjamin Goldberg, you must come to Zhao Chuanxin.

Since the high priest was speaking and singing, no outsiders could be present, so Zhao Chuanxin slept by himself these two nights.

Moreover, given the living environment and his weak body, Zhao Chuanxin had no intention of doing anything else.

Therefore, when Rachel Kravis came, she found that Zhao Chuanxin was the only one staring into the darkness with his two big eyes.

Rachel Kervis was a little scared and shouted tentatively in a low voice: "Benjamin? Benjamin? Ethan?"

No movement.

She continued to shout softly: "Ben..."

Zhao Chuanxin finally interrupted her: "Please shout out openly and don't be sneaky as if you want to steal someone..."

Rachel Kervis was in a big rage.

She entered the room in the dark and went to the table to fumble for an oil lamp.

Zhao Chuanxin lay lazily and did not move, letting her operate.

The thatched house didn't even have a window. It was a dark and windy night, and Rachel Kervis was truly blind. Zhao Chuanxin listened to the sound and identified her position. She was already close.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly said: "If you step on me, I will scream."

It was okay if he didn't speak, but when he spoke, Rachel Kvis became nervous, staggered and fell forward.

Zhao Chuanxin had good eyesight and was used to the darkness in the room. He could see her vaguely and subconsciously reached out to take it.

But at this time, he was relatively weak, and before he could hold on, Rachel Kervis fell into his arms.

Only the breathing of two people could be heard in the thatched house.

After a while, Zhao Chuanxin finally said, "Sister, you've got a numb muscle, can you please start driving?"