Seeing Zhao Chuanxin and a dog arguing, Benjamin Goldberg was surprised.

"Master, are you talking to it?"

"yes, this is very hypocritical right now."

Sure enough, he is worthy of the master!

It always makes him feel new.

Unlike his parents, it was boring.

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

"Okay, you're going to talk around the bed tonight."

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but stuff the dry rice into Benjamin Goldberg's room.

"Dry rice, you are obedient, put him to sleep, he is still a child."

He was worried that this snotty baby would be homesick and cry in the middle of the night, but no one coaxed him.

Anyway, Zhao Chuanxin was like this when he was a child, but whenever he was not with his grandparents, he would pull his neck and howl.

The dry rice is still very reliable, and the night is fine.

But in Washington, it was the dead of night.

Da Luo was having a night talk with Edith Roosevelt.

"Edie, I received the news that Zhao Chuanxin has arrived in North Tarytown. Fortunately, the barbarian didn't mess around, but just broke the local sheriff. ”

"......" broke the sheriff's appearance, but it wasn't even called chaos? Edith Roosevelt looked at her husband steadily. "How are you going to deal with it?"

Although the woman's belly has withered and her breasts have become shriveled, her grace is no longer there. But the power of the White House, and the influence it exerted on her husband, gave her a new charm.

"As long as the butcher follows the rules of the game, the rest is handed over to Rockefeller and Morgan, as well as the local mayor, to make sure that the butcher will be able to retreat. By the way, Edie, Queen Wilhelmina of the Netherlands is coming, you need to do a good job of reception. ”

Edith Roosevelt frowned: "Okay, I see." She's supposed to have trained in equestrianism, right? ”

Edith Roosevelt was a woman of great self-determination, loyal to her husband and always very organized in everything she did about the 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 went my own way.

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

Da Luo smiled: "Of course she has trained in equestrianism. In fact, there is no one in the royal family and aristocracy in Europe who is not proficient in equestrianism and polo, and I think she will meet your appetite. ”

"I don't like your description."

"Okay, okay, Edie, I apologize to you." Da Luo hurriedly changed the subject. "I also have something that makes me unhappy. John Rockefeller's hand has reached out to New York State. He's going to install an oil pipeline in Kurdeks, at least that's what I hear he means. ”

Edith Roosevelt sighed: "Theodore, sometimes you should let go of your obsession, there are many things, and we can't do it all." His monopoly on oil is already unstoppable. ”

"These damn guys, they're seriously upsetting the balance of market competition." Da Luo complained.

……

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

He went out and saw Benjamin Goldberg reciting aloud a book to the dry rice – "The Contest for Survival" by the German scholar Ernst Hecker, published last year.

Benjamin Goldberg recited a few words, and the dry rice cried twice.

Benjamin Goldberg said, "Interdependence between species? It's not mentioned in the book, huh? ”

"Woo Woo ......"

"What did Master say? Did you see that too? ”

"Woo Woo ......"

"Bees collecting honey? Also helps with flower pollination? Yes, I didn't expect that Ernst Hecker was not a serious scientist, and he was not smart enough to cook. ”

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head, ready to say hello.

But suddenly stunned.

Something is wrong!

At this time, he had just woken up, and he hadn't woken up naturally, so his head was a little muddy, and he didn't think anything was wrong for the time being.

put it down for the time being, and said, "Let's go, go to radio gymnastics, go to eat when you're done, and you still have work after eating." ”

The two of them came to the manor, and Marcus Nkrumah was swinging his fists, punching vigorously.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded with satisfaction, stupid is a little stupid, but he is obedient.

"Benjamin, come, follow me to do radio gymnastics."

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

Benjamin Goldberg asked, "Sir, where's the broadcast?" ”

"Didn't you hear what I was shouting to you? My mouth is the radio. ”

“……”

After finishing the broadcast 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, following his example and clasping their hands around their waists.

Zhao Chuanxin opened his voice: "Get up, hungry and cold slave!" Arise, and the afflictions of the whole world ......"

"Master, wait, what is this?"

Bear child, it's annoying.

Zhao Chuanxin was patient: "This is Chinese. ”

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

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

Marcus was very eloquent and followed, his voice was deep and long, and his racial talent was stimulated......

Benjamin Goldberg shrunk his neck, didn't dare to speak, and continued to sing.

After singing, Zhao Chuanxin took him back to dinner.

Steamed buns, porridge, tea eggs, cabbage mixed with small pickles, poured with vinegar and chili oil, red, very good for rice.

Benjamin Goldberg usually eats toast and omelettes for breakfast, with the occasional bacon and ham.

Also had a Chinese breakfast for the first time.

Zhao Chuanxin started eating, and on the plate in front of him, there were five tea eggs, ten buns, and two plates of pickles.

But he still eats faster than anyone else.

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

Benjamin Goldberg was influenced by this atmosphere and felt that today's breakfast was very palatable and game-like.

He learned how to use chopsticks, but he had little strength, and could only hold the chopsticks head, and he always pinched them off, so he simply buried his head in eating.

When I put down the chopsticks, my stomach was a little stretched......

The little face rarely smiled, and patted his stomach contentedly.

Zhao Chuanxin has become a true uncle, and he doesn't care about anything after eating, he pats his ass and waves his hand: "Let's go, build a gun." ”

Freddie Pavit, who was waiting in the back, smiled wryly.

The old man still doesn't give up.

He said: "Master, the steel is in the warehouse, and there are specially customized compression springs. ”

"You take Marcus and move me outside, it's well lit outside."

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

With that done, Freddie Pavit left.

He doesn't have time to mess around with the master, and there are a lot of things waiting for him to deal with.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up a piece of steel, spread out the drawing, twisted his eyebrows and thought for a moment, and pulled out the elven carving knife hidden in the scepter of redemption.

Ning An was beside him and wanted 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 hurt you by mistake." ”

Ning An: "......"

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

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

Ning An was stunned.

I'm Cao, what else do you need for a forging press stamping machine, what milling cutter do you need?

Sir, one knife to get it all!

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the metal rod, measured it with a ruler, and slightly carefully stabbed it into the metal rod with an elf carving knife, stabbed it in half, and a gun barrel was formed!

This high-carbon steel is vulnerable to the elven carving knife.

The blade of the Elven Knife turns into a spiral, like an electric drill, to draw rifling through the chamber of the gun.

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

This, in turn, subverted his perception of the rules of physics.

"Hehe, this is the ultimate mystery of the universe, and it will be taught to you when the teacher thinks that your knowledge is enough to support you in exploring these mysteries."

Benjamin Goldberg didn't think he had enough brains.

No matter how wild his mind is, he can't imagine things he doesn't know.

The body of the gun is made of aluminum alloy, which is still difficult to defeat the elf carving knife.

There is no milling cutter, no need to weld, Zhao Chuanxin was stunned to rely on his hands and an elf carving knife to rub out various parts.

Walnut for handguards.

Parts such as bolts and triggers, which require repeated pulling, are made of wear-resistant, high-carbon steel.

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

Benjamin Goldberg was only slightly stunned, and when he looked again, he found that Zhao Chuanxin had already begun to assemble.

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

After all, it is manual, and there are many places where the accuracy is not so high, and Zhao Chuanxin still needs to be constantly modified and polished when assembling.

It took a lot of effort to get the crude submachine gun ready.

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

I'm afraid it will weigh seven or eight pounds.

The barrel and Mauser pistol cartridge caliber fit, and Zhao Chuanxin loaded the bullet in the magazine.

Loaded with bullets, Marcus Nkrumah volunteered: "Master, I can shoot." ”

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "You better forget it, in case of blowing up, it can blow up your hand." ”

He began to wear Fortitude armor, a hood, and most importantly, matching leather gloves.

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

however

"Click!"

Just the loading jammed.

"Grass!"

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

After it was done, everyone looked at him expectantly.

This gun, but they witnessed it gradually taking shape like a trick in Zhao Chuanxin's hands.

I want to see if it will work out.

"Click!"

Successfully loaded.

Pull the trigger,

"Smack!"

The gun didn't go off.

This feeling makes anyone with some 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 slider are stuck, and there is too much friction here." Master, you have to grind this piece off. ”

Sure enough, it's not so easy to rub a gun in your hands.

Zhao Chuanxin was temperless, and honestly followed the advice of his apprentice to continue to revise.

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

The muzzle of the gun is squirting thin,

"Bang!"

(End of chapter)