The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin and the biological remnants are at odds with each other.

He planned it well, but was in a bit of a hurry.

Because the captain sent someone to urge him to leave immediately.

After all, the ship was not owned by Zhao Chuanxin. If he was delayed for one more day, the captain would be one day late on his return trip, which would delay his subsequent itinerary and money-making plans.

Furthermore, they have some taboos about sailing, and they are particular about which months are suitable for sailing on which oceans, so they cannot miss the time.

The next day, Miao Cuihua told Zhao Chuanxin about the matter.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "Isn't this shipping company Kang Youwei's? Isn't Kang Youwei's mine?"

Now, Kang Youwei's property belongs to Zhao Chuanxin, and whatever Kang Youwei will earn in the future, Zhao Chuanxin has also booked it.

Miao Cuihua shook her head: "He is just the major shareholder. The captain said he was responsible for all shareholders and insisted on leaving."

Zhao Chuanxin said forcefully: "Let Samuel negotiate, at least let the captain delay for one more day."

Kirsch led people to burn charcoal, while Zhao Chuanxin and Benjamin Goldberg worked intensively to make rocket bombs.

In the evening, when the master and apprentice were making gas masks, they encountered another problem.

Benjamin Goldberg originally wanted to make it look like a mask, but when he tried it, he found that the airtightness could not be guaranteed.

If "I" inhales the poison gas first, the consequences will be disastrous.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Masks will definitely not work. Don't confuse the enemy and knock yourself down first. I think it can be made into a Zhu Bajie-style gas mask."

He took out a pen and paper and drew the approximate appearance of future gas masks.

Benjamin Goldberg took a look and said: "Master, you are really imitating a wild boar."

The breathing port in the front looks like a pig's nose.

But during production, we ran into trouble again.

To ensure air tightness, the best material is rubber.

There is rubber, but there is no machine to press it into a specific shape.

Benjamin Goldberg scratched his head in distress: "It would be great if we had a complete industrial system to support us in inventing various things."

Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "Far water can't quench the near thirst. It's just temporary anyway. I think it can either be made of aluminum alloy or high-density wood. I'll carve it and mold it in one piece, and seal the edges with rubber pads."

"Aluminum alloys also need stamping. If it's wood, it's already dark."

The captain said that it had been delayed for many days. Today was the last day and we had to leave tomorrow.

Before the change, Zhao Chuanxin said he was not allowed to give them big armbands, but now he is powerless and does not want to cause trouble.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll pay you to go find Makani's father, Kishi, and ask him to cut down a tree in the dark and bring it back."

Benjamin Goldberg went off to find Kirsch.

Many Kanaka people live in thatched houses without electricity.

Go to bed early at night or engage in various entertainment activities.

When Benjamin Goldberg arrived at Kirsch's house, he heard some strange noises.

The young man was really brave. He stood at the door and shouted: "Hey, what kind of evil spirit is making trouble in the middle of the night? Why don't you show up quickly?"

The sounds in the thatched house stopped.

Jixi came out holding up his pants and asked in shock: "What are you doing?"

Benjamin Goldberg said without blushing or blinking: "I heard something, and I thought the Japanese were acting like monsters. What the hell was going on."

A large number of Japanese immigrants came to Hawaii, and they also brought various ghost legends with them.

The Japanese are very superstitious.

The Kanaka people and the Japanese have never dealt with each other, and they are like enemies when they meet.

The two sides frequently "competed" and held demonstrations and protests, which made the Americans miserable.

Jixi's face was dark: "I still want to ask you what the hell are you doing? It's already very late, why don't the kids go to bed quickly?"

Then Benjamin Goldberg said, "Do you want to make money?"

Jixi's eyes lit up: "What money?"

The God of War and his disciple are now called the God of Wealth by the Kanaka people.

For example, collecting plants is something that the Kanaka people are good at. They earn money just by wandering around, and they are given a lot of money, and the settlement is very happy.

Benjamin Goldberg asked: “What wood has the highest density here?”

"What is density?"

"Um...firm, airtight, hard."

When it comes to the old forests of Hawaii, every Kanaka tribesman knows it well.

Jixi immediately said: "Koa wood, red peach wood, iron wood..."

Benjamin Goldberg asked suspiciously: "They're not poisonous, right?"

"What do you call this? Of course it's not poisonous."

"Go and chop down a tree. It should be big, at least this thick." Benjamin Goldberg opened his hands and measured it.

"Now?"

"Yes, right now, I will give you a reward of 10 US dollars, and you must bring it back before dawn."

Jixi's eyes turned green: "Deal."

10 dollars is just as much money as you picked up for free.

…

Let’s talk about Zhao Chuanxin.

Every night, the high priest came to chant "mantras" to Zhao Chuanxin and used the herbal medicine to help him sleep.

But as the frequency increased, perhaps Zhao Chuanxin had developed antibodies in his body.

Tonight, the smoke only had the effect of driving away mosquitoes. Zhao Chuanxin woke up after a little "high", but couldn't sleep.

Rachel Kervis saw that Benjamin Goldberg hadn't gone back to bed very late, so she volunteered to come out to find him.

Of course, if you are looking for Benjamin Goldberg, you must come to Zhao Chuanxin.

Since the high priest was speaking and singing, no outsiders could be present, so Zhao Chuanxin slept by himself these two nights.

Moreover, given the living environment and his weak body, Zhao Chuanxin had no intention of doing anything else.

Therefore, when Rachel Kravis came, she found that Zhao Chuanxin was the only one staring into the darkness with his two big eyes.

Rachel Kervis was a little scared and shouted tentatively in a low voice: "Benjamin? Benjamin? Ethan?"

No movement.

She continued to shout softly: "Ben..."

Zhao Chuanxin finally interrupted her: "Please shout out openly and don't be sneaky as if you want to steal someone..."

Rachel Kervis was in a big rage.

She entered the house in the dark and went to the table to fumble for an oil lamp.

Zhao Chuanxin lay lazily and didn't move, letting her operate.

The thatched house didn't even have a window. It was a dark and windy night, and Rachel Kervis was truly blind. Zhao Chuanxin listened to the sound and identified her position. She was already close.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly said: "If you step on me, I will scream."

It was okay if he didn't speak, but when he spoke, Rachel Kvis became nervous, staggered and fell forward.

Zhao Chuanxin had good eyesight and was used to the darkness in the room. He could see her vaguely and subconsciously reached out to take it.

But at this time, he was relatively weak, and before he could hold on, Rachel Kervis fell into his arms.

Only the breathing of two people could be heard in the thatched house.

After a while, Zhao Chuanxin finally said, "Sister, you've got a numb muscle, can you please start driving?"

Oddly enough, Rachel Kravis could see clearly now, and she struggled to get up.

"Oops, I didn't mean to."

"Oh, I understand, I understand everything."

"What do you know?"

It's been a long time since Rachel Kervis used her man-sultry moves.

Zhao Chuanxin shocked the scene: "I know it's dark here, but you are really blind."

"you……"

The wind lantern was lit, illuminating Rachel Kervis's angry face.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled half-heartedly: "What are you doing here? Are you lost?"

Rachel Kervis has completely regained her composure: "Of course I'm here to see Benjamin, he's still not back so late."

"Oh." Zhao Chuanxin's heart was as solid as a rock, and his face was even more unwavering: "He's not here, you can leave."

A look of sullenness flashed across Rachel Crovis's face.

She sat down on the futon next to her and showed off her long-lost little daughter behavior: "I won't leave."

Zhao Chuanxin remained expressionless: "Okay, I'll sleep with you in my arms tonight."

"Bah." Rachel Kervis subconsciously played the trick of playing hard to get: "You think so."

If you want to reject it, you will welcome it.

"That's a shame. I don't want to do it anymore. You can leave."

"..."

What the hell is this!

Rachel Kervis is not gone.

She brushed the messy hair from her forehead: "How is your health?"

"A little better than someone who takes a shit and never takes off his pants, but not much."

"That's disgusting."

"hehe."

Rachel Kervis was wearing a long skirt and sitting on the futon with her legs together and aside. This woman is very good at acting as a virtuous lady, but she also knows how to use women's advantages to tease men to achieve certain goals.

It's just that he always failed at Zhao Chuanxin's place.

She looked at Zhao Chuanxin's face and said, "It's so quiet here at night, even quieter than North Tarrytown."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "Are you serious? Didn't you hear the humming sound nearby? Did you think it was the sound of animals in the forest in heat?"

Rachel Kervis hugged her knees and rolled her eyes: "Dirty."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said nothing.

She added: "By the way, where did Benjamin go? I thought he was here with you."

I only think of my son emotionally.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "I asked him to go to Jixi to cut wood, and he went back directly after a while."

Rachel Kervis pursed her lips and said, "You said before that I sang well. Let me sing again. You can see if there is any improvement."

Zhao Chuanxin finally saw it.

This woman doesn't really want to leave.

He said indifferently: "Okay, I'm all ears."

Rachel Kervis opened her mouth and sang the Celtic-style "Savage Daughter" that Zhao Chuanxin had given him.

The voice is not loud, but her voice is very special. This song is particularly ethereal in this quiet night.

Normally, Zhao Chuanxin would fall asleep while listening to music at night.

But Rachel Kervis's singing gave him goosebumps and made him more and more awake. .

"Uh huh..." The singing later became more ethereal.

Zhao Chuanxin gasped when he heard this.

This may be why many people like to go to live concerts.

So shocking.

There was no soundtrack, but she was asked to restore the soul of the song.

The song was very short. After she finished singing, she blinked and looked at Zhao Chuanxin: "How was it?"

Zhao Chuanxin thought about it seriously: "Insufficient confidence, inaccurate pitch, insufficient breath, relying too much on the throat to exert force, and the chest cavity did not open to resonate, resulting in broken sounds in the second half..."

The more Rachel Kervis listened, the darker her face became.

Ever since Zhao Chuanxin said she had singing talent, she had been practicing regularly.

She herself didn't know why she liked staying with Zhao Chuanxin, nor why Zhao Chuanxin's praise inspired her to have another hobby.

Seeing her ugly face, Zhao Chuanxin added: "Of course, these are my problems, and you sing very well."

"..." Rachel Kravis really wanted to slap him to death.

Damn it, can you stop gasping when you talk?

She followed suit and said, "Then you sing and I listen."

"Okay." Zhao Chuanxin said: "Dinosaurs resist wolves, wolves resist, dinosaurs resist wolves, wolves resist..."

Rachel Kervis was stunned: "You..."

She couldn't describe it, couldn't breathe.

Although Rachel Kervis sang extremely well, the MVP of this Thatch House concert belongs to Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin burst into laughter himself. He climbed up from the mat, leaned against the cabinet, put on his coat, and said, "My ancestors are from Yunnan, from the Nujiang River in Yunnan."

Rachel Kervis was not happy: "Can't you be more serious and sing a song for me?"

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand: "Here comes Qin!"

I have an extra guitar in my hand.

“hello darkness my old friends……”

The moment he opens his mouth, he rises to the occasion.

He was weak, and his voice had lost its usual sense of power, but Rachel Kravis felt it had a different flavor.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin was more real to her.

Not the man who was called the God of War, nor the billionaire.

A song "Thw sound of silence" flows slowly in the quiet night.

It makes people feel peaceful and comfortable, as if they have been washed.