Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Bureau of Mines Canteen.

There are more conches, oysters and crabs today.

Not everyone can get used to eating seafood, but not many people can refuse.

Zhao Chuanxin and his apprentice stood near the window where the meal was served, glaring at every employee who came to get the meal.

Under such circumstances, who dares not to praise someone else’s apprentice?

"Oh, your name is Doubao, right? It's amazing, a hero comes from a boy!"

"You caught them all, Beanbao? Oh, I'm as old as you, and I know how to deal with urine and mud every day, so I can't compare!"

"Duan is very powerful. Liang Qichao said that a strong young man will make a country strong. The rise and fall of a country depends only on beanbags!"

Having arrived in a strange place, surrounded by strange faces, Yao Bing instinctively missed his family.

This is great, everyone comes to praise him, now they are all one of their own, and suddenly they don’t feel restrained, and they don’t miss home so much.

He smiled broadly, puffed out his chest and raised his belly, and proudly wiped his nose with his sleeve.

Rebecca Levi, who was watching next to him, gasped and quickly wiped his sleeves clean with a handkerchief, wiped his nose, and asked him to blow it vigorously.

This boy was very perseverant. He waited for the last person to bring the food and praise him. Still not satisfied, he asked the cook: "Is it gone?"

cook:"……"

Zhao Chuanxin laughed, picked him up by the collar and left.

During the meal, Zhao Chuanxin asked him: "Everyone praises you now, but when we go to a strange place, if the children there laugh at you for missing a piece of your ear, will you cry?"

The pretty Yao Bing was stunned when he heard this and scratched his head: "I, I..."

"They laugh at you, what should you do?"

"Kill them."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and was noncommittal.

Rebecca Levy's Chinese listening skills are not good enough, especially when children speak in unclear words, and she doesn't quite understand.

When Zhao Chuanxin explained it in English, she was surprised and said: "That's not possible, you need to teach him..."

"Eat your food! Can I, Zhao Chuanxin's apprentice, treat him like an ordinary child? Anyone can castrate blood, but not my apprentice. Whether you can kill is one thing, whether you dare to fight is another. "

Rebecca Levi pouted and said nothing.

Zhao Chuanxin never treated her gently just because he came all the way to pursue her. On the contrary, he was as stinky and tough as ever.

What kind of stunning beauty in the world is nothing more than a red and pink skull in the eyes of Old Zhao...

After dinner, Zhao Chuanxin took his apprentice to the official room and sent a telegram to Li Guangzong: Just remembered, contact Freddy Arms Manufacturing Company to make a 300-shot Winchester M1894, and I need 9 rounds. Ammunition capacity. If you can't imitate it, just buy a batch of ready-made ones.

Because these two people communicated frequently.

Soon, Li Guangzong replied to him: This gun is not powerful, is it feasible?

Zhao Chuanxinfa: Used on horseback, bullets are cheap.

The power is indeed small, but the recoil is also small, and the barrel is short, making it easy to shoot from horseback.

Unexpectedly, Li Guangzong replied: There is no need to travel across the ocean. Your disciple has recently been thinking about Hankou Juanwang Technical College. Why not take advantage of the concession to build a new weapons factory that can use steel conveniently.

Zhao Chuanxin hesitated.

He doesn't really trust those half-hearted people. After all, time is still short. Can he figure it out? After thinking about it, I was not in a hurry.

Let them do whatever they want.

So the reply: Yes!

……

Less than sixty miles southeast from the site of Lubin Mansion, next to Dalai Lake, Bayar Bor lived here.

He originally lived in a wooden hut, but when the Dalai Lake rose and flooded his place of residence, he moved to a yurt near the Bolonigov Mine.

Since returning from traveling, Bayar has aged much.

The weather has turned cold recently and his joints have been swollen and painful. He hardly moves around except to go out to bask in the sun.

The sun is shining brightly today. He is arranging his sacred crow knife, sacred drum and other tools outside the yurt.

Suddenly remembering something, he turned back, took out the powder, grinded it into a small bowl of blood, then put a piece of cloth on the silver wine pot presented by Zhao Chuanxin, and "fed" it to the rat head on it.

The mouse opened its mouth and made a sound that was inaudible to human ears. Then it yawned and closed its eyes.

As if it were a sculpture, it had always been that way.

Bayarbo wrapped the wine bottle and put it back in its place.

He rubbed his knees for a while, and heard the sound of horse hooves coming from there.

Several people came to ride, led by two people.

He has a big face and is deceptive. The second one is a foreigner with a square face.

Bayar stood up with a trembling forehead and squinted his eyes.

Recently, his eyes have become blurry.

"Bayarbo'er, it's me, Haishan."

Bayar's forehead showed a smile: "Haishan, the cold wind of Hylar brought you here."

Another foreigner bent down and stroked his chest and saluted: "Hello, Bayarbor, I am Gustav John Lanstiel, a Finn. They all call me Lanstiel."

Haishan introduced: "Mr. Lan Stie is a linguist, a person as knowledgeable and respectable as you."

Bayar Bor is a professional "Shen-Han". Isn't this kind of high priest a learned and cultural person in the local area?

In addition to Lamaism, shamans are also respected here. In fact, the two are integrated and have many things in common.

The Sauron people living in Hyrule basically only believe in shamans.

Bayar Bor welcomed the two of them into the yurt.

The place was filled with the weird smell of herbs and blood, covering up the smell of old age in Bayar's forehead.

Haishan didn't care, but Lan Stie's breath was stagnant...

Haishan got straight to the point: "Bayar Bor'e, have you heard that the imperial court is going to build Lubin Mansion here."

Bayar nodded: "I heard it, it was proposed by Governor Xu and others."

Haishan said: "They took away our land, and now we have to worry about the little aristocratic power we have left. Bayar, can you feel that we Mongolians are trembling under the suppression of the court? We The glory of the past is about to be stripped away."

Bayar Bor suddenly glanced at Lan Stie warily and said: "Haishan, if you want to make a difference as a Mongolian, I won't stop you. However, you must be careful about your situation. We have nothing but our own strength. It can be used, but external force can only accept blessings from gods at most, do you understand?"

He thought of the young man.

If he were here, he would immediately suspect that Haishan was colluding with the Russian Finn to cause trouble.

I can't say that I can't do it directly...

Haishan was a little excited: "Bayar Bor, I thought you supported me. Mr. Lan Stie, you agree with my national views. We Mongols should build our own country!"

Bayar coughed twice: "Haishan, you should pay attention to your words."

"Bayar Bor, you are highly respected and deeply trusted by the Saurons and other tribes. Believe me, I am right. If I talk about the need for us to establish our own country, I can talk about it all day and night..."

Bayar looked at his forehead and saw that some of this guy's thoughts had penetrated deep into his bones.