"One Hundred Articles"

"The price of laziness, only a coward will be lazy, you know?" Zheng Fei dropped a sentence, and climbed down the gangway without looking back, boarded the small sampan and walked away.

He did not leave to keep an eye on the group of sailors, for he was confident that they would do the same, and that the impetus for dignity would always be the strongest.

Bruce Lee, because of his desire to win national dignity, defeated one opponent after another and walked to the pinnacle of martial arts.

Back on the New World, the cook had already prepared breakfast, and the sailors and their families lined up to get it.

"What's breakfast today?" he asked Anna, who was now the "head chef" of the entire New World.

Anna shrugged and went out with her plate without saying a word.

He muttered about what was going on, and it wasn't until Britney brought breakfast to him that he realized it was a jealousy between women.

Britney smiled sweetly, pressed the lid, and blinked, "Guess what?"

To be honest, Zheng Fei doesn't like to play this, it's all played by young people, but in order not to hurt Britney's fragile little heart, he still stubbornly said: "Fried oysters." ”

"Hey, there's no oyster fried in oil. She pouted, uncovered, and inside was a freshly fried shrimp roll, with a crispy yellow and crispy burnt skin, which looked very tempting.

"Taste?" she said, sticking out her tongue.

He shook his clothes, turned out to be a vice-belliac, and said, "Then reluctantly try it, go and get me a bottle of brandy, and ask for the thirty-year-old treasure." ”

"Don't choke on you!" she waved her fist and went to get the wine.

When you sprinkle the good brandy so lightly in the glass, a rich aroma of wine will come to your face, and you can't help but want to take two more sips.

He shook his glass, let the tempting liquid sway back and forth, and said with a smile, "Do you know the allusion to brandy?"

"Well, I don't know. She sat down with her cheeks crossed, grinning, and waited to hear him tell her story.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't know either." ”

"Hey!" she couldn't help but slap him a few times, it didn't hurt or itch, it was pure coquettishness.

"Haha, don't worry, I promise to give you the most delicious snack in the world when you get to land. ”

"What snack?"

"Confidentiality. ”

Chocolate, native Mexico.

The time at sea is always so long, but it flies by, and before you know it, another half a month has passed, and the fleet has not been able to reach the Americas.

On this day, Zheng Fei stood on the watchtower, put down the binoculars, exhaled a sigh of loss, looked at the swinging compass in his hand, and knew that he had lost his course.

There must be magnetic interference in this sea area, and the fleet has been sailing in the direction pointed by the compass, and it has long been out of sight.

Although it is possible to orient the Big Dipper at night, the problem is that it is impossible to determine where you are in the Atlantic Ocean and which direction to sail.

After a month's voyage, you may have reached the Caribbean, or you may have drifted to England, or you may have reached the middle of South America and Africa

Without a sextant, it's like a fly without a head in the ocean.

If Columbus had been disturbed by magnetic fields, perhaps the Americas would not have been discovered in the next few centuries, and the world would not have been the United States.

Now, of course, the boy from Columbus is throwing large fish bones into the sea with a few kids his age, farther than anyone else.

Standing in the sea breeze, Zheng Fei picked up the telescope and searched again, laughing at himself, blaming himself for being used to GPS positioning, and now he can't remember how the sextant works.

He sighed wistfully, "Da Vinci, why are you gone?"

Just as he was staring into the distance, he heard a banging gunshot, which startled everyone, and then a louder and louder noise came from behind him, and he didn't know what was happening.

Looking back, I saw more than a dozen people on the boat huddled on the side of the boat to see, could it be that there was something in the sea?

Climbing down the watchtower, he grabbed a sailor and asked, "What happened?"

The sailor shook his head blankly and said, "I don't know, I will come when I see them coming." ”

There was nothing unusual on the sea, and almost all of the people were following the trend, and it all started when a sailor on the South America fired a shot.

After figuring it out, Zheng Fei didn't wait for a moment to paddle with Santiago on a small sampan to the South America.

Damn, it seems that those birdmen are too idle, either lazy or causing trouble! I suddenly remembered that there was a madman in the secret room of the cabin, it couldn't be because of him, right?

Thinking of this, he asked Santiago to speed up his row.

Santiago puffed up and replied, "You use me as a messenger all day long." ”

On the South America, several sailors stood on the deck, vigilantly aiming at the hatch with guns, and only when they saw Zheng Fei were relieved, they said with relief: "Captain, you are finally here." ”

"What's wrong, why did you shoot?"

"The madman had just burst out of the cabin, and was frantically waving a roll of torn paper. ”

"So, you killed him?"

"No, I just shot him to scare him, and now he's been sent back by Chief Hans. ”

"That's good~ Did he rush out and say something?"

"Say something weird, I don't understand. ”

Zheng Fei nodded, motioned for them to put down their guns, and got into the cabin alone.

Behind the scenes, the sailors asked Santiago, "Boss, why is the captain so worried about that madman?"

"Probably because madmen can think of a lot of things that ordinary people can't think of. Santiago casually remarked, jokingly.

This time, though, he was right.

The cabin was still so dark, but it wasn't so quiet anymore, and the madman was locked back in the chamber, pounding and roaring on the door.

George reassured him through the door, but to no avail.

"Let him make trouble, if he is tired, he won't make trouble!" Zheng Fei yelled, and then said to George: "How is the rifled gun problem handled?"

George took a deep breath, lowered his eyebrows and shook his head, and said: "I have tried many specifications of bullets, but they are always unsatisfactory, either they are too big to block the barrel, or too small to have poor air tightness, and the best effective range is less than fifty meters, which is not much different from before it was improved." ”

Hearing this reply that made no progress, coupled with the fact that he was now lost in his course, Zheng Fei rubbed his eyebrows and was worried.

The madman inside may have heard Zheng Fei's roar, or they may have listened to their conversation, and gradually quieted down.

Seeing that he was no longer making trouble, Zheng Fei motioned for Hans to open the door.

Hans made a look of embarrassment and said, "He is more difficult to train than a wild horse, and it took a long time to pull it back." ”

"It's okay, I'm here, open it. Zheng Fei really wanted to meet this madman.

The moment the door opened, he saw the madman's face, and for two seconds he froze, and suddenly exclaimed with ecstasy, "Da Vinci!"