Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Moreover, one singularity axiom can develop two runes or even more.

No wonder everyone says the mirage realm is so powerful.

The elf scout went to the virtual world of Mirage City. I wonder if he has made any name for himself now.

[I told the story to the craftsman, the brothers and sisters, and Dudu.]

[The craftsman is not without worry: If it is true as the old emperor said, humanity will face a huge disaster, and our pioneer partner Safe Haven should also make some preparations. ]

【But I can’t think of any other way to prepare.】

Zhao Chuanxin thought in a flash.

If the end of the world really comes and the fate of mankind becomes a community, Zhao Chuanxin should save the nation both for personal and public reasons.

He made a decision silently.

He wants to slightly change the direction of the technology tree in the world of "Code of the Old Gods".

He wants to make a gun.

If nothing happened, that would be great. Zhao Chuanxin happily accepted the guns.

If the situation really becomes critical, Zhao Chuanxin will... sell his gun.

After closing the "Code of the Old Gods", Zhao Chuanxin walked out of the underground fortress.

At this time, Aguilera Ida had just woken up.

Seeing that he was going to eat the dry corn cakes left over from last night to fill his stomach, Zhao Chuanxin said, "You can have dinner with me this morning."

Aguilera Ida: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin took out the fermented dough and taught Ajure Ida how to knead the dough, make stuffing, and make dumplings.

Chicken breast, oyster sauce, starch, Orleans powder made from sweet pepper powder, onion powder, garlic powder, five-spice powder, salt, sugar, and chicken powder, plus light soy sauce, sesame oil and other condiments to make the filling.

A pot full of buns came out of the oven, the New Orleans-style chicken buns made Aguille Ida salivate.

This thing is hard to resist for both Chinese and foreigners, even dogs can't refuse it.

Aguire Ida's mouth was full of oil: "It's delicious, I love it, I hope no one will disturb me when I enjoy the food..."

Zhao Chuanxin felt nervous.

DuangDuangDuang…

There was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Constantine, are you home?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Agulay Ida.

Aguilera Ida had an innocent look on his face and he stood up to open the door.

Standing outside the door was a man with moles on his face, about forty years old.

On his elbow he carried a basket containing two one-quart bottles of pure white wine, a few pieces of the edible cactus called biada, and some American mints.

"Haha, Aguerre, is that you?" The person who came was Miguel Esteban. "I'm here to see Mr. Constantine. Wow, it smells so good."

While Aguilera Ida was opening the door, Zhao Chuanxin stuffed the last two chicken buns into his mouth and then stood up: "You looking for me?"

Miguel Esteban stood outside the door at a loss, and looked at Zhao Chuanxin, feeling a little embarrassed to speak: "Mr. Constantine, I came to see you..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said, "You came so soon, but why did you bring any gifts? Now that you have seen me, you can put your things down and leave."

Miguel Esteban: "..."

Aguilera Ida savored the taste of the New Orleans-style chicken buns and asked, "Miguel, what brings you here?"

Miguel Esteban still held the basket tightly but did not put it down.

How can things be kept if their purpose is not achieved?

He is so petty that he won't release the eagle until he sees the rabbit.

He smiled awkwardly and said, "Mr. Constantine, I have something to ask you."

Zhao Chuanxin has no relatives here, and only that fool Justino comes to offer warmth and warmth for the sake of a sense of identity.

But how many fools are there like that?

He expected that the person who came was either looking for trouble or had a request to make.

Zhao Chuanxin's expression suddenly changed: "What did I do to make you disrespect me so much? You don't even want to call me Master... You don't want to call me Don John Constantine!"

"Oh this..." Miguel Esteban thought, is that just a casual name for Don? But he did ask for something: "Don John Constantine, please help me."

"Oh, is that so?" Zhao Chuanxin looked as if he had suddenly realized something.

"Yes, yes." Miguel Esteban nodded repeatedly.

"If it's about postpartum care for sows, lambs for sheep, or chickens not laying eggs...if it's about these things, just tell me." Zhao Chuanxin was very generous, but added at the end: "I don't understand anyway."

Miguel Esteban: "..."

At this time, Aguirre Ida looked at Miguel Esteban with a suspicious look: "Miguel, you are not here for your family's land, are you?"

Miguel Esteban: "Yes, Urquidi Gómez's men have cornered me. Don John Constantine, please help me, for God's sake."

"What? For God's sake? I never give him face. Please go back."

"..." Miguel Esteban started to complain: "Don John Constantine, look, this is the Burquerque Tequila I brewed myself. I have two ancestral fields, one for growing agave for brewing wine, and one for growing corn. These two plots of land are my livelihood. But Camilo Torric took a fancy to the land and sent Urquidi Gómez and his men to force me to sell it. You know that it takes many years for agave to mature, and it's not ripe yet. If I sell it, how can I live?"

Agave takes 8-25 years to grow and mature, and once it is ripe it can only be harvested once.

Zhao Chuanxin was about to refuse.

He stopped talking: "Can you make wine? Open the wine and let me taste it."

Miguel Esteban hesitated.

It seemed that he was worried that Zhao Chuanxin would not do anything after drinking.

But in the end, he gritted his teeth and pulled the cork out.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed it and saw that the wine was milky white and smelled slightly sour. It was fermented wine.

What is popular now is distilled liquor.

Zhao Chuanxin looked in the basket and saw another bottle of light straw yellow distilled liquor. He opened it and smelled it without hesitation.

Then drink distilled wine first, then fermented wine.

Miguel Esteban opened his mouth but said nothing.

This is the traditional method of making wine by fermenting first and then distilling the fermented juice.

The taste is very smooth, with a light oak flavor and a little sweetness, somewhat like the flavor of tropical fruits.

interesting.

Zhao Chuanxin corked the bottle, put it back in the basket, and asked, "Miguel, did you make this wine?"

"Yes, Don John Constantine, this is a craft passed down from our ancestors."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't want to care at first.

Not to mention abroad, even in China, this kind of thing is not uncommon.

There is no landlord yet, really.

Even in later generations, there were still many "landlords".

But there are two points. First, he has already started a killing spree here. Killing one person is killing, and killing a group of people is also killing.

Secondly, he is now very interested in wine and needs a winemaker. He also wants to develop some industry in Mexico to earn some cash.