mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 513 MVP of Thatched House Concert
Zhao Chuanxin and the biological remnants are at stake.

He planned well, but he was a bit rushed on time.

Because the captain sent someone to urge him to set off immediately.

After all, the boat was not Zhao Chuanxin's, so if it was delayed by one more day, the captain's return journey would be delayed by one day, which would delay the follow-up itinerary and money-making plans.

Furthermore, they have some taboos about sailing. They are particular about which months are suitable for sailing on any ocean, and they must not delay the time.

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

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

Now, Kang Youwei's property belongs to Zhao Chuanxin, and Zhao Chuanxin has made a reservation for what Kang Youwei earns in the future.

Miao Cuihua shook her head: "He is just a major shareholder. The captain said he would be responsible for all shareholders, so he insisted on leaving."

Zhao Chuanxin said firmly: "Let Samuel negotiate, at least let the captain delay for another day."

Kirsch led people to burn charcoal, while Zhao Chuanxin and Benjamin Goldberg worked intensively on making rockets.

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 tried it and found that the airtightness could not be guaranteed.

In case "I" inhales the poisonous gas first, the consequences will be disastrous.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Masks are definitely not good. Don't overwhelm the enemy and put yourself down first. In my opinion, let's make it a Zhu Bajie-style gas mask."

He took out a pen and paper, and drew the general appearance of the gas masks of later generations.

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

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

But when making it, I ran into trouble again.

To ensure airtightness, the best material is rubber.

Rubber has it, but it cannot be pressed into a specific shape without a machine.

Benjamin Goldberg scratched his head in distress: "It would be great if we had a complete industrial system that supports us to invent all kinds of things."

Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "The far water can't quench the near thirst, anyway, it's only temporary, I think it should be made of aluminum alloy or high-density wood, I will carve it, form it in one piece, and seal the edges with rubber pads."

"Aluminum alloy also needs to be molded, and it's dark now for wood."

The captain said that he had been delayed for many days, and today was the last day, and he had to set off tomorrow.

Before the change, Zhao Chuanxin said that he could not give them a big arm, but now he is powerless and doesn't want to make extra troubles.

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

Benjamin Goldberg ran to Kirsch.

Many Kanaka people live in thatched huts without electricity.

Go to bed early at night, or carry out various entertainment activities.

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

The young man was really brave, and he stood at the door and shouted: "Hey, what is it that is chirping, making trouble in the middle of the night, and not showing up quickly?"

The voices in the thatched cottage stopped.

Kishi came out with his trousers lifted, and said in amazement, "What are you doing?"

Benjamin Goldberg blushed without blinking his eyes: "I heard something, and I thought the Japanese were playing monsters. What the hell are you doing?"

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

The Japanese are very superstitious.

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

The two sides "competed" to protest at every turn, which made the Yankees very anxious.

Kishi's face was very dark: "I still want to ask what the hell are you doing? It's already very late, and the children don't hurry to go to bed?"

Benjamin Goldberg said: "Do you want to make money?"

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

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

For example, collecting plants, this kind of thing the Kanaka people are good at, they make money by just strolling around, and they give a lot, and the settlement is very happy.

Benjamin Goldberg asked: "Here, what wood has the highest density?"

"What is density?"

"Ah... strong, airtight, hard."

As far as the old forest in Hawaii is concerned, every Kanaka tribe knows it like the back of their hands.

Kirsch immediately said: "Koam, mahogany, ironwood..."

Benjamin Goldberg asked suspiciously, "It's not poisonous, is it?"

"What's this called? Of course it's non-toxic."

"Go and cut a tree, it must be big, at least this thick." Benjamin Goldberg stretched his hands and measured it.

"Now?"

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

Kisch's eyes turned green: "Deal."

10 dollars, catch up with free money.

……

Let's talk about Zhao Chuanxin.

Every night, the high priest would come to chant a "spell" to Zhao Chuanxin and use that herbal medicine to help him sleep.

But the frequency is too many, maybe Zhao Chuanxin has developed antibodies in his body.

Tonight, the smoke only had the effect of repelling mosquitoes. Zhao Chuanxin woke up after a little "hi" but couldn't fall asleep.

Seeing that it was late and Benjamin Goldberg hadn't gone back to sleep, Rachel Kvis volunteered to come out to find him.

Of course, to find Benjamin Goldberg, you must come to Zhao Chuanxin.

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

And with this living environment and his frail health, Zhao Chuanxin didn't have the heart to do anything else.

So, when Rachel Kvis came, he found only Zhao Chuanxin himself, staring at the two big eyes in the dark.

Rachel Kvis was a little scared, and called tentatively in a low voice: "Benjamin? Benjamin? Ethan?"

No movement.

She continued to whisper: "Ben..."

Zhao Chuanxin finally interrupted her: "Please yell openly, don't sneak around like you want to steal..."

Rachel Kervis blushed.

She entered the house in the dark and fumbled for the oil lamp where the table was.

Zhao Chuanxin lay lazily without moving, letting her operate.

The thatched hut didn't even have a window, and on a dark and windy night, Rachel Kervez was really blind. Zhao Chuanxin heard her position, and she was already approaching.

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

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

Zhao Chuanxin has good eyesight and is used to the darkness in the room. He could see her vaguely, and subconsciously reached out to catch her.

But at this moment, he was weak and couldn't hold on, and Rachel Kervis fell into his arms.

Only the breathing of the two could be heard in the thatched hut.

After a long while, Zhao Chuanxin finally said, "You've crushed my numb sister, can you please start?"

Oddly enough, Rachel Kervis could see clearly now, and she struggled to her feet.

"Oh, I didn't mean to."

"Oh, I get it, I get it all."

"What do you know?"

It's been a long time since Rachel Kravis has pulled off her flirtatious moves.

Zhao Chuanxin said, "I know it's dark here, but you are really blind."

"you……"

The lantern was lit, revealing Rachel Kervis' angry face.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled, "What are you doing here? Are you lost?"

Rachel Kvis has completely recovered his composure: "Of course I came to find Benjamin, and he still hasn't returned at such a late hour."

"Oh." Zhao Chuanxin's heart was like a rock, and his face was even more impassive: "He's not here, you can go."

A sullen look flashed across Rachel Kervis's face.

She sat down on the futon next to her, showing the attitude of her long-lost little daughter: "I won't leave."

Zhao Chuanxin remained expressionless: "That's fine, I'll sleep with you in my arms at night."

"Bah." Rachel Kervis subconsciously played the game of playing hard to get: "You think it's beautiful."

To refuse also welcome.

"That's a pity, I don't want to, you can go."

"..."

What the hell is this!

Rachel Kervis didn't go.

She flicked the messy hair on her forehead: "how is your body?"

"Slightly stronger than the guy who shits and never takes his pants off, but not by much."

"It's disgusting."

"Ha ha."

Rachel Kvis wears a long skirt and sits on the futon with her legs together. This woman is very good at playing a kind of virtuous, but she knows how to use the advantages of women to seduce men to achieve certain goals.

It's just that Zhao Chuanxin has been deflated here and again.

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

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

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

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said nothing.

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

Feelings only think of his son.

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

Rachel Kervez pursed her lips and said, "You said before that I sing well, so I'll sing it again and see if I've improved."

Zhao Chuanxin could see it.

The woman didn't really want to go.

He said indifferently: "Okay, listen carefully."

Rachel Kervis spoke, singing 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 extraordinarily ethereal in this quiet night.

Normally, when Zhao Chuanxin listened to music at night, he would fall asleep when he listened to it.

But Rachel Kvis' singing made his skin crawl, and he became more sober. .

"Mmmmm..." The chant after that was even more ethereal.

Zhao Chuanxin gasped when he heard that.

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

So shocking.

There is no soundtrack, but it made her restore the soul of this song.

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

Zhao Chuanxin thought about it very seriously: "Lack of confidence, inaccurate pitch, lack of breath, too much reliance on throat force, chest cavity did not open resonance, resulting in a broken sound in the second half..."

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

Since Zhao Chuanxin said that she has a talent for singing, she has practiced frequently.

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

Zhao Chuanxin saw that her face was ugly, and added: "Of course, these are all my problems, but you sing very well."

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

Damn it, can you stop panting when you speak?

She pushed the boat smoothly and said, "Then you sing and I'll listen to you."

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

Rachel Kervis gapes: "You..."

She couldn't describe, couldn't breathe.

Although Rachel Kervis sang very well, the MVP of this thatched cottage concert belongs to Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed himself out of wheezing. He got up from the mat, leaned against the cabinet, put on his coat, and said, "My ancestors are from Yunnan, from Nujiang, Yunnan."

Rachel Kervis gets angry: "Can't you be serious and sing me a song?"

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand: "Qin!"

He had a guitar in his hand.

"hello darkness my old friends..."

The opening is the occasion.

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

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.

(End of this chapter)