Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Aguilera Ida scratched his head: "I am very dissatisfied."

Feliciano Carranza nodded. “As the saying goes, if the bell tongue is gone, the bell stops. You are herding sheep, but you are not as well off as the Chichimec people in the Brazil region.”

Aguire Ida did not hear the ill intention behind his words, but felt the same way and said, "Sir, I was beaten up this morning."

Feliciano Carranza was moved and asked, "Do you want to change your life?"

"Of course I do." Aguilera Ida sighed, "But what can I do?"

"Porfirio Díaz was in power, disregarding the interests of Mexico and violating national laws, so everyone has to live in such a difficult situation. Now Francisco Madero is preparing to run for election next year. He has always opposed dictatorship. If he is in power, people will live a good life."

Aguire Ida shook his head: "No matter who is in power, I don't think I will have a good life."

Feliciano Carranza was speechless.

There seemed to be nothing wrong with the young man's unintentional words.

He could only preach nonsense: "Francisco Madero's declaration will protect national industry, establish a constitutional state and other programs. At least it will not be like Porfirio Diaz, where all the money was taken away by the capitalists of the United States and other powerful countries. By then, we will all live a good life."

Aguilera Ida was not quite convinced: "I hope so."

"My child," Feliciano Carranza said earnestly, "If we want to live a good life, each of us must work hard. I hope you can join us. To tell you the truth, our journey is to ensure that Francisco Madero will take office next year..."

Aguilera Ida also had visions for the future and was quickly persuaded by Feliciano Carranza to attend their party in the evening.

Then Feliciano Carranza led his men into town.

The first house in town is the White House.

Feliciano Carranza was surprised when he saw the Asians sitting in the yard.

The Asian man had thick hair and beard, the same color as theirs.

His medium-length hair was combed back, and his thick black beard was beautifully trimmed. His skin was fair without a single blemish; his eyes were clear and very sharp.

This is a very ordinary face, but it is unforgettable at first sight.

The man, wearing overalls and a Detroit jacket, was removing the broken glass.

"Hi, my name is Feliciano Carranza. I was passing by and someone told me I could get food from you."

The Asian man threw the window roughly into the yard, shattering the glass all over the ground: "Want to eat for free? No way!"

Feliciano Carranza: "..."

He quickly explained: "You misunderstood, I will give you the money."

The Asian man patted his chest and said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I was so scared that I had to act tough to scare you. There are so many of you, and you have guns. I'm about to have a heart attack."

"..."

The Asian dusted himself off and said, "Wait here, I'll be back soon."

When he came out again, he was wearing an apron and holding a stove and pots.

He came out in trips and even brought out a folding table.

This is a table standing sideways, just spread it out.

The Asian man had a rag on his shoulder and a cigarette hanging from his lips. "Today is the first time we open the restaurant, so we don't need to order food. Just eat whatever is cooked."

As he spoke, he began to beat eggs into a stainless steel basin.

I don’t know where his eggs come from, but he can get them as soon as he reaches out his hand. After cracking the eggs, he throws the eggshells into the trash can.

Crack half a bowl of eggs and stir them with a hollow wooden spatula.

His arms seemed tireless, almost becoming a shadow in the morning sun.

The egg white and yolk were quickly mixed together, and some salt and five-spice powder were sprinkled in.

Heat oil in a pan. Wow, it's a big pan with handles on both sides. The Asian pours half a basin of egg liquid into the pan. When the egg liquid solidifies, the Asian takes a spoon and stirs it in the middle of the pan, revealing the bottom of the pan. The eggs are scattered around. He suddenly shakes the spoon and the eggs turn over.

In just a few seconds, the egg was crushed.

Put the fried eggs into another large bowl, cut the German sausage into slices, and throw them into the pan to stir-fry.

The movements are swift and effortless.

No one had ever seen such an efficient cook.

Zhao Chuanxin wiped his hands, took out the sausage slices and started cutting bread slices.

The bread is black bread, which is cut and then baked over the fire with iron tongs.

I don't know where the steam came from, but it was around the bread slices. In less than a minute, both sides of the bread slices were browned.

Sandwich eggs and sausages into bread slices and spread with beef sauce.

Everyone was so hungry that their stomachs were sticking to their backs and they were swallowing saliva violently.

Everyone looked at Zhao Chuanxin in amazement.

It smells delicious and the cooking process is a pleasure to watch.

But, isn’t this too fast?

I have never seen anyone cook so fast, especially a big pot meal.

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the ash off his cigarette and said, "What are you all standing there for? Don't worry, I cook, and everyone who eats will have diarrhea."

Everyone's expressions froze.

Zhao Chuanxin said, "I'm wrong. I cook and everyone who eats gets diarrhea."

Everyone swallowed and continued to look at him.

Zhao Chuanxin took his last puff and flicked the cigarette butt away: "Anyway, don't worry, it won't kill you."

Feliciano Carranza walked forward with a wry smile and was about to reach out to take the sandwich, but Zhao Chuanxin retracted his hand: "One hand pays the other hand delivers the goods."

"How much do you want?"

"30 Sheng Taifu one."

"It's too expensive, a quart of liquor costs only 20 centavos." Feliciano Carranza was shocked.

I Chao, aren’t you afraid that we are outnumbered? How dare you ask for such a high price?

The Asian man grinned, revealing a row of neat, white teeth: "I'll set the price, and you can bargain on the spot."

Feliciano Carranza breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, I'll bargain, 10 taels is okay?"

"No." The Asian didn't even think about answering.

“Uh…” Feliciano Carranza was confused: “Didn’t you say that we can bargain on the spot?”

"You can bargain, but it doesn't matter."

"..." Feliciano Carranza smiled bitterly: "Usually we cook for ourselves, but we ran out of food, so we had no choice but to come to your place to eat. There are too many people and the food is too expensive to afford."

Zhao Chuanxin held up two fingers: "The lowest price, 20 Shengtaifu each."

"Can I bargain?"

"This time, it really doesn't work."

Feliciano Carranza pulled out a handful of coins. The largest denomination was 5 pesos, followed by 50 centavos and 20 centavos.

He counted it and handed the money to Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin threw it into a wooden box without even looking at it.

Feliciano Carranza was surprised: "Don't you count?"

"What's our relationship? I trust you." Zhao Chuanxin said shamelessly after he looked at the number typed on his glasses and saw that Xingyue said it was just right.