Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

The mud trowel glove gathers sand into a tower, and passing the hand is like climbing a mountain, one step at a time.

The outer walls are all formed in one step, but the bathtub requires two operations.

The rock that gathers sand to form a tower is actually quartzite. In one operation, the quartz content is about 72%, and in subsequent operations, the quartz content is increased by about 7%. In the fifth operation, the quartz will change from the crystal structure to the amorphous state and become fused quartz glass.

Quartzite has high hardness and a tight structure, but it is very brittle. Therefore, every time Zhao Chuanxian made a stone wall bulletproof, it would be peeled off layer by layer by bullets. It needs to be very thick.

Bayarbor was understandably surprised, because the crystal structure of smooth quartzite is beautiful.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Use it first this time, throw it out after use, and then find someone to make a wooden barrel for you. The stone is too heavy, and it cannot be seen from the sky. You can wash it yourself, and wait for it after washing. Ask me to rub your back later."

While Bayar's forehead was taking a bath, Zhao Chuanxin came into the house and put his things on the display racks by categories. Those stuffed things looked dirty, but they had a unique charm when placed on wooden shelves.

Many people in later generations like to go to snowy areas to buy old pieces that hide dirt and evil. It is said that if you take them out, they will be sold for tens of thousands or even more.

Zhao Chuanxin also plays literary games, but he has never spent money to buy something that others have worn personally.

If you don't understand, you don't understand, but respect. In those days, if you didn't respect, you would be scolded.

After finishing all these, there were still some pots and pans left. Zhao Chuanxin slapped his forehead: "A wise man like me will make mistakes even if he thinks a lot."

Forgot to make a cupboard.

Bayar's bowls are all broken porcelain bowls with jagged edges, so he is not afraid of knocking his front teeth when eating...

Zhao Chuanxin took a few dishes from his usual dishes and added them.

After rubbing Bayar's forehead and back, Zhao Chuanxin cooked another meal. After the two of them finished eating, Zhao Chuanxin left behind lanterns, candles, matches and other items and left gracefully.

In fact, the most difficult thing in a person's life is not to change his own destiny, but to change the destiny of others.

Zhao Chuanxin walked slowly in the wind and snow. It was not completely silent because there was wind, but there was really no sound other than that.

Back at Lubin Mansion, Yao Bing was already sitting upright on the small bench.

Zhao Chuanxin and Rebecca Levy are on the left and right.

Zhao Chuanxin, who was still braving the cold air brought in from outside, said: "The era when you grow up coincides with troubled times, and you can't just study."

Yao Bing said excitedly: "Master, do you want to teach me how to use a gun?"

Boom boom boom...

One, two, three...

Zhao Chuanxin patted a row of pistols on the table.

Lugang M1907, horse brand dice, mirror box, Mosin Nagant wheel...

Yao Bing's eyes lit up.

These children watched the soldiers wandering around with guns on their backs every day, and they had long been jealous.

I imitate their exercises and running every day, and imitate their horseback riding movements by pushing the hoops.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand to block it in advance.

He picked up Lugang M1907.

In order to reduce weight, this gun adopts a half-sleeve structure.

Zhao Chuanxin removed the magazine, checked again that there were no bullets inside, and pulled the trigger toward the window. He was relieved when he heard the sound of an empty gun.

This is a murder weapon, so be careful.

Why facing the window?

Because there may be dangers such as ricochet when hitting other places, but it is a trivial matter if the glass breaks.

After the inspection, Zhao Chuanxin was relieved and handed the gun to Yao Bing.

The empty gun, which weighed two kilograms, sank in Yao Bing's hand.

He was a little unsteady in his grip and was so excited that he pointed the gun at Zhao Chuanxin with both hands and screamed "biubiu" strangely.

Zhao Chuanxin held a cigarette with a faint smile on his face. He did not stop him, but said: "This is the first time. I don't blame you. If you dare to point a gun at one of your own people in the future, look at me." I won’t beat you to death.”

Yao Bing shrank his neck and pursed his lips.

Sometimes Lao Zhao is clearly smiling, but no matter whether children or adults, looking at him will feel scary.

That's probably the murderous aura heaped up with his life.

Rebecca Levi hurriedly coaxed with a gentle voice.

It will take a while.

Zhao Chuanxin then began to teach him how to take out the magazine: "Look, this is called a double-row double-feed magazine. We may not be the first to develop it, but it is the best double-row double-feed magazine in the world. . It was jointly developed by Master Wei, your senior brother Benjamin, and a man named Browning in the United States. It has a normal capacity of 15 rounds, but it can be 15+1 because it can be loaded with one round in advance and then loaded with a 15-round magazine. . But if you don’t fire for a long time, you can’t do this, because keeping it tight for a long time will reduce the life of the recoil spring..."

Yao Bing was confused when he heard this.

But Zhao Chuanxin did not stop to explain to him one by one. This cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences. It is like a person who knows how to read books. He probably understands what he wants to read and then looks at it carefully. The speed and effect of absorption are will be greatly strengthened.

But Yao Bing still interrupted and asked: "Master, what is a recoil spring?"

Zhao Chuanxin said, "I'll take it apart for you and take a look."

On the side of the Lugang M1907, there is a spring latch key specially designed for disassembly. Press it on the left side and the right side will bulge. Pull it down and the sleeve can be removed smoothly forward.

Remove the recoil spring and recoil spring guide rod, and disassemble the barrel.

The gun turned into a pile of parts...

Zhao Chuanxin disassembled it very quickly and reinstalled it.

Then he slowed down his movements to show Yao Bing.

In terms of reliable operation and ergonomics, easy operation, and firearm aesthetics, Zhao Chuanxin dares to say that this gun is the best in the world at this time.

Simply holding it in your hand makes you feel as if you have taken a sedative, which makes you feel at ease.

He held the recoil spring and said, "This is the recoil spring. You can touch it and see."

Yao Bing pulled and pressed again, thinking it was fun.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "The elasticity of this thing will weaken over time, especially when you play like this. This is called the life of the recoil spring!"

He disassembled the various types of pistols on the table for Yao Bing to take a closer look.

Yao Bing took advantage of all the guns.

This was an extremely rare experience, and he couldn't wait to show off to those children tomorrow.

"Master, can you give me a gun?"

Zhao Chuanxin took out a piece of wood, stood up and held the elf carving knife. He rolled it over almost once, and a small wooden Mosin-Nagant rifle took shape.

"Here you go."

It was wooden, and Yao Bing couldn't put it down. He held the gun like a soldier, and just about to point it at someone, he suddenly remembered Zhao Chuanxin's words and quickly turned the gun to face the window.

Zhao Chuanxin corrected his posture with a satisfied smile.

After playing for a while, Zhao Chuanxin took the wooden gun and put it on the table: "Now that you know what a gun is, shouldn't you learn how to write the word 'gun'?"

Yao Bing nodded: "Yes, yes!"

Zhao Chuanxin gave him a pencil, and he took a fountain pen and wrote "gun".

Over there, Rebecca Levi also took a pencil and wrote "gun" and taught Yao Bing how to pronounce it.

Seeing this word, Zhao Chuanxin inexplicably remembered a sentence: "Guns, Lot's of guns!"