Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

The water support is just like a wetsuit, but more primitive.

The stall owner gestured and spoke in vernacular: "Making shark skin for water support is an ancestral craft in our family, and no one else can learn from it. Just look at the folds, and everyone knows that they need to be done correctly, but when people swim, their arms and legs should follow the rules." In which direction? This is all very particular..."

After listening to what he said, Zhao Chuanxian roughly understood.

The "V"-shaped folds on the shark's skin have to be pointed with the water.

As long as you follow the current, you can cut through the waves and be invincible underwater.

If you are diving normally, your arms and legs will definitely move.

When moving, how to follow the current will test the workmanship.

You need to force your arms to follow the water when stretching forward, and to block the water to the greatest extent when paddling backward to increase power.

The stall owner said: "Young man, seeing as you are strong and strong, you must be good at getting into the water to touch eggs. Why don't you give it a try? I'll keep you in the water to save time and effort..."

Diving for eggs is like diving for pearls.

There are some masters of free-hand diving in coastal areas. They can hold their breath and go to the bottom of the sea to find pearls from clams or other shellfish. It is quite difficult.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "No, I want both arms and legs to move backwards, can you do it?"

The stall owner was confused: "Young man, listen to me, you have to move in the water..."

"Just tell me if you can do it?"

Zhao Chuanxin dives without swimming on his own.

"Yes!" The stall owner looked at him as if he were a fool.

It just doesn't highlight his skills.

Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "How much is it?"

The stall owner looked at his clothes and skin color, and stretched out five fingers.

Let’s see what’s on the plate!

"Oh..." Zhao Chuanxin said in a long tone: "It's not bad, it only costs 5 cents, not bad."

"..." The stall owner's eyes widened: "Five cents? It's not enough to make shark skin."

Zhao Chuanxin sneered and said: "Just tell me how much it is. Don't show me your tricks. Do you want us to talk about it in detail?"

The stall owner looked at it and seemed to be unable to hoodwink Zhao Chuanxin, so he smiled and said: "Five yuan."

"Silver dollar, or Portuguese dollar?"

Last year, Portugal asked their Banco Atlântico to issue $1 and $5 banknotes for circulation on the island.

The stall owner hurriedly said: "It's natural silver dollars, and silver can also be used."

Although it is said to be in circulation, the quantity is small after all, and real money is still reliable.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "You little old man, you are not very honest."

"how do I say this?"

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the pedestrians coming and going on the market: "The people who come here are all fishermen from nearby villages, right? Are they willing to pay 5 yuan to come to you to make shark skin water rafts?"

This old guy is a thief.

Stall owner: "..."

He stamped his feet and simply said: "Then you bid."

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the sample on the ground and looked at it. It was purely handmade, with traces of isinglass, fine stitching, and exquisite tailoring. This kind of purely handmade object is actually very valuable to future generations.

He said: "Five yuan is not impossible. But I want you to add something to it. It depends on whether you have the skills to earn this money."

The stall owner was stunned: "What to add?"

Zhao Chuanxin took out the leather from the war scar: "I want to add this as the lining."

The stall owner took it curiously: "Huh? It's not cowhide, nor sheepskin, it's such strong leather. I can try it with double-layer shark skin for you."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Okay, I also need to make a pair of sharkskin socks, which also need to be lined with leather."

The stall owner scratched his head: "This old man has never heard of such a request in his life..."

Zhao Chuanxin asked him: "How long will it take you to do it well?"

The stall owner thought about it and said, "I can pick it up after noon tomorrow."

"I'll give you money. If you want to take the money and run away, where can I find you?"

The stall owner angrily pointed to a house not far from the market and said, "We'll live there. You'll find out when I come home with you."

Zhao Chuanxin only paid some down payment and went to find the snot babies and buy them food.

There are all kinds of things to buy.

It was also agreed that after buying, they would share half of the food with each other.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about anything and only paid for it.

It was Xian Yuqing's turn, and she lingered in front of a deserted bookstall.

Zhao Chuanxin came over and asked, "Girl, have you thought about what you want to eat?"

Xian Yuqing hesitated for a moment: "Uncle, can I have a book?"

She looked a little embarrassed.

At her age, she is actually already sensible.

She knows very well that the price of books is much higher than that of snacks.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at the bookstall: "Which book do you want?"

Xian Yuqing pointed to a "Book of the Later Han": "I want this one."

The bookstall owner, wearing a melon-skin hat and a pair of round tortoiseshell myopia glasses, shook his head and said: "Dear girl, you must buy a complete set of ten volumes of this book, single copies will not be sold."

Xian Yuqing showed a disappointed expression and waved his hands in fright: "Ah? Then no, no..."

One book is very expensive. I don’t know how much it will cost for ten volumes.

The bookstall owner seemed to be a scholar, and his temperament was very different from the cunning old man selling shark skin water, and he seemed a bit old-fashioned.

He glanced at Zhao Chuanxin: "It is virtue for a woman to have no talent!"

Xian Yuqing bit his lip and said nothing, but there was a bit of stubbornness in his eyes.

"Fart." Zhao Chuanxin spat: "How much does ten volumes cost?"

The bookstall owner blushed when he was scolded: "It's so vulgar, I won't sell this book to you!"

Zhao Chuanxin handed the coat in his hand to the snotty boy next to him, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt: "Old boy, I advise you not to be disrespectful."

Zhao Chuanxin, who was wearing a coat, looked very thin, but with only his shirt left behind, his arms held up the sleeves of the shirt, and the muscles of his exposed forearms were all stretched.

The bookstall owner took one look and knew that this man was very strong. He swallowed his saliva involuntarily, but he still stiffened his neck and said, "I won't sell it!"

Xian Yuqing pulled Zhao Chuanxin's sleeve: "Uncle, I don't want it anymore. Let's go."

Zhao Chuanxin broke away from her and rushed to the bookstall owner. He held his collar with one hand and lifted him up: "Tell me, how much does ten volumes cost?"

The surrounding vendors were stunned.

What kind of power is this?

Especially the little old man selling shark skin water bottles looked at it from a distance and shrank his neck in fear.

The bookstall owner gave up after all: "1 yuan and 4 cents foreign."

Scholars speak differently.

The "foreign" quotation should be placed first.

Zhao Chuanxin did not put him down and asked: "Why is it so expensive?"

A piece of ocean can keep up with the snack money of all the snot-nosed babies.

When it came to the professional field, the bookstall owner was kicking his legs in the air, but he was not convinced: "This is tissue paper from Jiangxi, so it is naturally expensive."

A nerd like Zhao Chuanxin did not dare to deceive him, so he put him down, took out 1 yuan and 4 cents, threw it on the stall, and picked up the ten volumes of "Book of the Later Han Dynasty".

This book still has rough edges and uneven coverings, and it is old. Zhao Chuanxin would definitely dislike it.