As he spoke, da Vinci grinned silly and waited for the fish soup.

There was a gurgling sound of boiling water in the pot, and the lid was tossed and turned upside down under the action of water vapor.

Time seemed to stand still for two seconds, and Da Vinci's greedy eyes suddenly showed a hint of surprise and leaned forward.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Fei smiled.

He didn't tell Da Vinci directly, but gave a little guidance, because this kid is only in his teens now, and his thinking has not yet reached the most mature time, and he needs more experience.

Leonardo da Vinci pinched his face, looked at the undulating lid with wide eyes, uncovered it, and felt the water vapor with the palm of his hand, and gradually, the corners of his mouth turned up.

Then, he slammed his mouth and said in an admiring tone: "It's just a pot of water, and the gas produced after boiling can actually lift the lid of the pot." ”

"And then?"

"Then if a thousand pots and ten thousand pots of water are boiled together, and then let it drill into the designed pipe, the power generated is estimated to be stronger than how many horses, haha, it can definitely replace a carriage. ”

Listening to his eyebrows fluttering, Zheng Fei secretly said in his heart.

Originally, I wanted to induce this kid to think about the hot air balloon, but I blamed myself for using the wrong example, and actually led the steam engine out, if I could really make a steam engine in this era

Large-scale industrial production equipment, steam locomotives, steam ships, ironclads, etc., etc., these are all - think beautifully.

The development of the steam engine is a long process, the crystallization of hundreds of years of wisdom of engineers and working people all over Europe, and it is simple to put this theory forward, but it is by no means easy to put into practice.

When you settle down in the Americas, maybe you can try, in case it happens, who can say for sure this kind of thing, there is not much loss if it fails, at most it is just to invest some manpower and financial resources, if it succeeds, the steam locomotive will run all over the ground, and the ironclad fleet will cross the ocean!

Now, Zheng Fei had to try to draw da Vinci's attention back from the steam, otherwise this kid would be crazy to go into the secret room to draw again, and he couldn't tell how long he would draw.

He added the seasoning to the pot, stirred it with a spoon, looked into da Vinci's dull thinking eyes, and said, "Hey, don't think about it, drink the fish soup." ”

After being stunned for a while, da Vinci shook his head twice and said, "Wait and drink, I have to design a drawing first." ”

With that, da Vinci got up and ran into the cabin, impatient.

Zheng Fei grabbed him and pressed him, made a fierce appearance, and said, "You sit down for me and drink the fish soup, otherwise, I will throw you into the sea!"

Da Vinci was stunned, scratched the back of his head, and pouted aggrievedly: "I'm not hungry"

Zheng Fei moved his gaze to Hans, who was not far away and took the lead in practicing the end of the gun, and shouted, "Hans, bring a roast chicken!"

"Ah, Captain, I don't have that thing. ”

"Don't pretend, I saw you in your pocket at the barbecue party yesterday. ”

"God!" complained Hans, and returned to the cabin with a bitter face to take out the stolen rations.

The tender roast chicken roasted on the stove for a while, giving off an enticing aroma, and da Vinci sniffed vigorously, swallowing again and again, and his eyes straightened.

Zheng Fei whistled, sprinkled a little zi on it, and then handed it to him, and said with a smile: "This and the soup are all yours, eat slowly." ”

The boy who had eaten dry bread for nearly a month, when he saw the demeanor of the food at this time, he was like a wolf and a tiger and directly grabbed it with his hand, and poured fish soup while gnawing, which was simply terrifying.

Seeing that he was stable, Zheng Fei climbed the watchtower, continued to hold the telescope, and his eyes were in front of the camera, searching three hundred and sixty degrees, hoping to find traces of the mainland.

This feeling is indescribable, but there is an inexplicable panic, lost in the ocean, not knowing your current position, like going around in circles in the desert, headless flies.

Sextant must be made, he thought, staring at the sea in the distance, frowning slightly, and looking at the compass in his hand, the pointer is still swinging, and it seems that it has not yet gotten out of the interference of the magnetic field.

Glancing down at Leonardo da Vinci, the boy was gnawing on a mouthful of oil, and he didn't know how long he had been hungry, and he was about to catch up with the victims.

Let's put things aside for now, let this kid rest more, in case he dies suddenly, it's not good.

He smiled, reached for the flask, and took a sip on the sea breeze.

As soon as he had stopped for ten minutes, da Vinci quickly finished his meal and wiped his mouth and ran to the cabin, looking hungrier and thirstier than a sailor who had not seen a woman in months.

Depend on.

Zheng Fei grabbed the rope and almost jumped down, ran a few steps and grabbed his collar and dragged it back, dragging it fiercely: "To be honest, you are not allowed to go in for a week." ”

"Ah, but I don't have anything else to do. Da Vinci struggled.

"Then rest well! Follow me back to the New World!"

"No, it's too noisy over there. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry back and meet your dad, he thinks you're missing, I don't know how many times you've secretly hid and cried these days. ”

Hearing this, da Vinci calmed down a little, stuck out his tongue and was obediently dragged away by him.

Back in the New World, Zheng Fei didn't go to see the sensational scene of the father and son meeting, paced to the stern of the boat alone, and after moving his muscles and bones to make sure that the wound healed would not enter the water, he jumped into the sea and soaked in the cool seawater.

Swimming is one of his few hobbies and he has an addiction.

Drinking too.

Fitness too.

There are also pickled girls.

Well, and watch the European Cup

Okay, I really have a lot of hobbies, and I'm ashamed.

Swimming and soaking in the sea, I gradually felt very comfortable, and climbed onto the small sampan for a while.

Five days later.

Unable to trust the compass anymore, the fleet followed the direction of the Big Dipper at night and came to this sea.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and many men are shirtless, either soaking in the sea or lying in bed all day, not daring to be exposed to the hot sun.

From this, Zheng Fei judged that the current position is likely to be near the equator, and the route is not known how much it has deviated.

If you run blindly like this, you may be able to go to Antarctica.

It's time for a sextant.

It was morning, and he was half-lying on the bed, holding Britney in his arms, his fingers running through her long, flexible hair, looking at her pretty face, and smiling.

Sleeping girls are always beautiful.

Of course, the premise is, it has to be pretty, well. (Here I seem to hear that there is a sister paper who has received 10,000 points of damage ^?^)

After a yawn, he gently lifted his arm from under Britney's head and placed her on the pillow while he stepped onto the deck and stretched.

Then, like a compulsory course to get up every day, he looked into the distance, where the water and the sky met.

The blue sky, the blue water, and the wisps of ethereal white clouds constitute the three primary colors of the seascape.

Wait, what's that green?!

[It's been late in the past two days, I'm sorry to keep you waiting, there is a change at 12 o'clock (ㄒoㄒ)]