mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 335

Benjamin Goldberg was amazed to see Zhao Chuanxin bickering with a dog.

"Master, are you talking to it?"

"Yes, this dog is very hypocritical now."

It really is worthy of being a master!
Always make him feel new.

Unlike his parents, very boring.

"Master, I also want to talk to Ganfan."

"Okay, let's talk around the bed tonight."

Without any explanation, Zhao Chuanxin stuffed the dry rice into Benjamin Goldberg's room.

"Qianfan, be good, put him to sleep, he is still a child."

He was worried that the snot-nosed baby would be homesick, and cried in the middle of the night, but no one coaxed him.

Anyway, Zhao Chuanxin himself was like this when he was a child, whenever he was not around his grandparents, he would scratch his neck and howl.

Cooking rice is still very reliable, and there is nothing wrong with it overnight.

But in Washington, it is the dead of night.

Da Luo is talking to Edith Roosevelt at night.

"Edie, I've received news that Zhao Chuanxin has arrived in North Tarrytown. Fortunately, this barbarian didn't mess around, he just broke the local sheriff's face."

"..." Breaking the sheriff's face, but still not calling it a mess?Edith Roosevelt stared fixedly at her husband. "How are you going to deal with it?"

Although this woman's belly has shrunk and her breasts have shriveled, her beauty is no longer there.But the power to wield power over the house of the White House, and wield influence over her husband, gave her new allure.

"As long as the butcher abides by the rules of the game, the rest will be handed over to Rockefeller and Morgan, as well as the local mayor, to ensure that the butcher quits. By the way, Edie, Queen Wilhelmina of the Netherlands is coming soon, you need Do a good job of reception."

Edith Roosevelt frowned: "Okay, I see. She should have trained equestrianism, right?"

Edith Roosevelt was a woman with her own ideas, she was loyal to her husband, and she was always very organized in every detail of her family and the white house.

In addition to being a good wife and mother, she also loves adventure and travel, especially horseback riding.

I almost broke my leg several times, but I still go my own way.

It is said that she was the first hostess of the White House to travel to other places while she was No.1 Mrs.

Da Luo smiled: "Of course she has trained in equestrianism. In fact, there are no royal families and nobles in Europe who are not proficient in equestrianism and polo. Don't worry about this, I think she will suit your appetite."

"I don't like your description."

"Okay, okay, Edie, I apologize to you." Da Luo hurriedly changed the subject. "I also have one thing that makes me unhappy. John Rockefeller's hand has been extended to New York State. He wants to install an oil pipeline in Kurdex, at least I heard that he expressed this intention."

Edith Roosevelt sighed: "Theodore, sometimes you should let go of your obsession. There are many things that we can't cover everything. His monopoly on oil is already unstoppable."

"These damned guys, they have seriously disrupted the balance of market competition." Da Luo complained.

……

The next morning, Zhao Chuanxin was woken up by the noise in the corridor.

When he went out, he saw Benjamin Goldberg reciting a book aloud to Cook - "The Struggle for Existence" published by German scholar Ernst Hecker last year.

Benjamin Goldberg read a few words, and then called out twice.

Benjamin Goldberg: "Interdependence of species? Not mentioned in the book?"

"Wang Wang Wang..."

"Master said? You also saw it?"

"Wang Wang Wang..."

"Bees collect honey? Also help flowers pollinate? Yes, I didn't expect it. It seems that Ernst Heckel is not a rigorous scientist. You are not as smart as you are."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head, ready to say hello.

But suddenly he was taken aback.

Something is wrong!

He had just woken up at this time, and he didn't wake up naturally, so his head was a little confused, and he didn't think of anything wrong for the time being.

Just put it down for now, and said: "Let's go, do radio gymnastics, go to dinner after work, and work after dinner."

When the two of them came to the manor with a dog, Marcus Nkrumah was posing and punching vigorously.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded in satisfaction. He was a little silly, but he was obedient.

"Benjamin, come, learn radio gymnastics with me."

Zhao Chuanxin muttered: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, two, two, three..."

Benjamin Goldberg asked, "Where's the radio, sir?"

"Didn't you hear me yelling to you? My mouth is the radio."

"..."

After finishing the radio gymnastics, Zhao Chuanxin pinched his waist with both hands, raised his chest and raised his head: "Boys, learn to sing with me."

Marcus Nkrumah and Benjamin Goldberg stood next to him, imitating him, also pinching their waists.

Zhao Chuanxin opened his voice: "Get up, slaves suffering from hunger and cold! Get up, suffering people all over the world..."

"Master, wait, what language is this?"

Bear boy, how disgusting.

Zhao Chuanxin said patiently, "This is Chinese."

"Master, but I don't know Chinese."

"You see Marcus doesn't have as much nonsense as you do."

Marcus followed suit with a very rambunctious voice, his voice was thick and long, and his racial talent was stimulated...

Benjamin Goldberg shrank his neck, dared not speak, and continued to sing along.

After singing the song, Zhao Chuanxin took him back for dinner.

Steamed stuffed buns, porridge, tea eggs, small pickles mixed with cabbage, poured with vinegar and chili oil, are bright red, and go well with rice.

Benjamin Goldberg usually eats toast and fried eggs for breakfast, occasionally bacon and ham.

Also had Chinese breakfast for the first time.

Zhao Chuanxin started to eat in a hurry. On the plate in front of him, there were five tea eggs, ten steamed buns, and two plates of pickles.

But he still eats faster than anyone else.

When Li Shutong and Zhao Chuanxin eat together, they have to eat every time.

Affected by this atmosphere, Benjamin Goldberg felt that this breakfast was very tasty, and he was as fierce as a game.

He imitated everyone to use chopsticks, but he was weak and could only hold the chopsticks, and always pinched them off, so he just buried his head in eating.

When I put down the chopsticks, my stomach felt a little full...

A rare smile appeared on the small face, and he patted his stomach contentedly.

Zhao Chuanxin has come true. Uncle, after eating, he doesn't care about anything, pats his buttocks and waved his hands: "Let's go, let's make a gun."

Freddy Pavitt, who was waiting in the back, smiled wryly.

Master still doesn't give up.

He said: "Sir, the steel is in the warehouse, and there are custom-made compression springs."

"You take Marcus and move them outside for me. The light outside is good."

In the manor, tables, chairs and benches are set up.

With that done, Freddie Pavitt left.

He has no time to mess around with the master, there are still a lot of things waiting for him to deal with.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up a piece of steel, spread out the blueprint, frowned and thought for a moment, then pulled out the elf carving knife hidden in the scepter of redemption.

Ning An was at the side wanting to help: "Sir, what do you need me to do?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him: "I need you to stay away from me, don't accidentally hurt you."

Ning An: "..."

When cutting metal, it has a little more resistance than wood.

Basically, after the elf carving knife is scratched, a metal rod is formed.

Ning An was dumbfounded.

Cao, what kind of forging press, punching machine, and milling cutter are needed?

Mister can handle everything with one knife!

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the metal rod, measured it with a ruler, and carefully stabbed it into the metal rod with the elf carving knife, piercing it in half, and a barrel was formed!
This kind of high carbon steel is vulnerable to an elf carving knife.

The blade of the elf carving knife turned into a spiral shape, scratching the rifling of the gun chamber like an electric drill.

Benjamin Goldberg looked carefully and asked in surprise, "Master, why is your knife deformed?"

This in turn subverted his understanding of the laws of physics.

"Hehe, this is the ultimate mystery of the universe. I will teach you when the teacher feels that your knowledge is enough to support you in exploring these mysteries."

Benjamin Goldberg felt he was running out of brains.

No matter how wild his mind is, he cannot imagine things he is not familiar with.

The gun body is made of aluminum alloy, which is still not difficult for the elf carving knife.

Without a milling cutter and without welding, Zhao Chuanxin rubbed out the various parts with his hands and an elf carving knife.

Walnut for the handguard.

High-strength parts such as bolts and triggers that need to be pulled repeatedly are made of wear-resistant high-carbon steel.

Everyone watched intently, even a fool like Marcus Nkrumah was engrossed.

Benjamin Goldberg was just a little dazed, and when he looked again, he found that Zhao Chuanxin had already started assembling.

He scratched his head: I didn't even blink...

After all, it is handmade, and the precision in many places is not so high. When Zhao Chuanxin assembled, he still needed constant modification and polishing.

It took some effort to install this rough submachine gun.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the shape: "As a submachine gun, this gun is too heavy."

I'm afraid it must weigh seven or eight catties.

The barrel of the gun matched the caliber of the Mauser pistol, and Zhao Chuanxin loaded the bullet in the clip.

With the bullet loaded, Marcus Nkrumah volunteered: "Sir, I can shoot."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said, "Forget it, if the chamber explodes, it will kill your hands."

He began donning his Fortitude armor, his face mask, and most importantly, the matching leather gloves.

"Get out of the way, I'm going to test the gun!"

however,
"Crack!"

Just loaded it and it stuck.

"Grass!"

Zhao Chuanxin took off his equipment resentfully, took out the elf carving knife, and modified the bolt.

When it was done, everyone looked at him expectantly.

This gun, they witnessed with their own eyes, gradually took shape like a magic trick in the hands of Zhao Chuanxin.

They all wanted to see if it would work.

"Crack!"

Loaded successfully.

pull the trigger,

"Clap!"

The gun didn't go off.

This feeling makes anyone with obsessive-compulsive disorder want to die.

Zhao Chuanxin had to take off his equipment again and disassemble the gun for inspection.

Benjamin Goldberg pointed to the firing pin and said, "The firing pin and the slider are jammed, the bolt is hit here, too much friction. Master, you need to grind this piece off."

Sure enough, it is not so easy to rub a gun with your hands.

Zhao Chuanxin lost his temper after being worn out, and he continued to revise according to his apprentice's advice.

When he was done, he reloaded and pulled the trigger.

The muzzle of the gun burst into flames,

"boom!"

(End of this chapter)