Chapter 910: Figures From the Early 20th Century

Zhao Chuanxin didn't know at this time that his good deed had come to light.

It took so long to explode, thanks to the recent poor business of Yokohama Specie Bank, not many people were doing business, and the bank was deserted.

Anyway, Zhao Chuanxin was going to The Hague soon, and he had sufficient alibi.

At first, he was worried that Yokohama Specie Bank would close down, so he didn't kill the goose to get the eggs, and actually left room for it.

He would have to go every now and then.

In short, he would go to withdraw money when he was short of pocket money.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped on the Misty Traveler and ran south along the coastline from New York. He first arrived in New Jersey, but felt that it was too close to New York, so he went to Dayang City, Wilmington, and Charleston.

Because he was running along the coast, the road was smooth, either advancing in the shallow sea area or running on the beach, he just took a quick look, so the speed was extremely fast.

The newly modified soft gold armor had good sealing and was not afraid of water. If there were people or ships nearby, he would dive directly into the water to take shelter.

He crossed from Jacksonville and deliberately avoided Miami.

Passing through Mississippi and St. Louisiana.

Passing through Houston and Texas, I stayed in Texas for a long time, wandering along the Grande River and the Bakers River. It's not because there is braised chicken here... I just think it's warm in winter, the seaside is humid, the inland is dry, the land is vast and sparsely populated, and you can wander around as your mood changes during rest time.

In fact, there are indeed a few holiday destinations that make him excited along the way, such as North Carolina, South Carolina and Texas. The difference is that the former is densely covered with forests, while the latter is an endless grassland.

Running along the beach, even at a fast speed, Zhao Chuanxin walked around Texas twice and it was already past six o'clock in the evening.

Except for eating some crepes in the morning, he had not eaten anything for a day. He wanted to go home, but Xingyue said: "It's windy here, and there will be hurricanes. It's not a good place for you to rest. In my opinion, go further south."

Zhao Chuanxin muttered: "It's as if I can really choose."

Energy fluctuation convergence rune fragments can only be used once by one person, and it's still random.

Having said that, he still trusted Xingyue more. He turned south and entered the Gulf of Mexico at the border. He went south along the coastline and landed at a place that neither he nor Xingyue knew the name of.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin was so hungry that his chest was sticking to his back: "Zhao, no matter what you say today, you can't run anymore!"

Xingyue persuaded: "Hold on a little longer. I think the environment here is good. Walk west. When your sleepiness reaches its peak, take a rest. The jet lag will naturally reverse."

It's quite interesting. Zhao Chuanxin didn't even have this moment of holding on to his will during the war.

At this time, he gritted his teeth and moved forward, forward, and forward again.

The stars in the night sky here are plump, and they make the thick night full of belly.

But the full man doesn't know the hunger of the hungry man, and doesn't know that there is a hungry man who is almost exhausted in the place illuminated by them.

Zhao Chuanxin ran and ran, and finally came to a small house with white walls, red tiles, and a low wall made of stone. He took off his soft golden armor, collected the Misty Traveler, and climbed up the low wall and jumped in exhausted.

The house was dark and deserted, and he planned to rest here tonight.

But as soon as he jumped in, he saw a dark, round shadow sitting on the stone steps outside the door.

Xingyue didn't warn, which meant there was no danger. Zhao Chuanxin was not afraid of ghosts and gods, because he extremely suspected that ghosts and gods might not be his opponents...

So, he put on his glasses and looked through the night vision function, and saw a chubby boy with obvious Latin American features sitting there.

Zhao Chuanxin's appearance seemed to scare the child.

Zhao Chuanxin thought he would scream and run away.

However, the little fat boy didn't move.

Zhao Chuanxin was too tired, so he didn't care about it. He walked slowly to the stone steps and sat down next to the little fat boy: "Child, do you think I look like a human or a god?"

"&%￥ x-on:..." The little fat boy said something in a gibberish.

Zhao Chuanxin could probably hear that he was speaking Spanish, but he didn't understand what he meant.

Most Latin Americans speak Spanish.

He asked Xingyue without any hesitation: "What did he say?"

Xingyue's voice sounded softly in his ear: "I don't know."

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

Xingyue explained: "I haven't learned it, how can I know it by nature?"

Zhao Chuanxin ignored the dirt on the ground, raised his head and fell down, stretching fiercely.

The little fat man next to him didn't stop talking from the moment he opened his mouth, muttering to Zhao Chuanxin at a very fast speed.

Zhao Chuanxin half-squinted his eyes: "Yeah, yes, you are right."

"%￥ # *&..."

"I think so too."

"&%￥*..."

"I think there is no problem for the two of us to chat all night."

The two of them were talking at cross purposes.

The little fat man not only talked, but also gestured.

He gradually became excited, with a look of fear on his face. He spread his hands as if describing something very big, then looked depressed, looked up at the starry sky, gently touched his fat face, and finally made a cross on his chest, seemed to mutter a few prayers, and then bit his fingers in a daze.

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

Isn't he the stupid son of a landlord?

Along the way, he saw people who were dark and thin, and few people looked so plump except those who were well-dressed.

Xingyue said: "The human brain is very strong, but there is a biggest flaw, which is that it cannot remember illogical content, but I can."

"Isn't it enough that you are awesome?" Zhao Chuanxin perfunctorily said.

If it were anyone else, it would definitely be strange to hear him talking to himself, especially at night.

But the little fat man didn't. He was not afraid at all. He seemed to think that Zhao Chuanxin was very happy to talk to him, and he danced and talked endlessly.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even want to say anything at the moment.

His stomach began to growl.

The little fat man's words were interrupted by the sound of a drum beating in Zhao Chuanxin's belly.

The little fat man patted his belly, pointed at Zhao Chuanxin's belly, shook his hand, with a fearful and unbearable expression on his face, and finally reached into his arms and took out a paper bag.

Opening the paper bag wrapped in layers, Zhao Chuanxin tilted his head and saw in the faint light that there was a golden hard pancake inside the paper bag, filled with meat fillings, chili peppers and a little sauce.

The little fat man swallowed his saliva, then reluctantly handed the pancake to Zhao Chuanxin, winking at the same time, nodding seriously, mumbling in his mouth, and waving his free left hand.

Zhao Chuanxin took the hard yellow pancake suspiciously, put it under his nose and smelled it.

Well, at least it’s not shit…

Zhao Chuanxin was hungry, but at the same time he was sleepy and tired, so he didn't want to cook.

He took a bite. The taste was a bit strange, but not unpleasant. It was very spicy.

The pancakes are made of corn, and the meat filling seems to be chicken, but it's very raw, far inferior to the fat and tender native chickens eaten outside the customs.

But the red sauce is pretty good.

How can a hungry person care about so many things?

As long as it is edible, it is delicious.

Zhao Chuanxin finished the pancake in two or three mouthfuls. Well, his teeth were full, but his stomach was still empty.

He bared his teeth and smiled: "My child, you are quite strange. Do you have any more?"

The little fat man seemed to understand this sentence and shook his head violently.

Zhao Chuanxin lay back on the ground and closed his eyes.

The little fat man looked up at the sky, said something to Zhao Chuanxin, got up and ran away.

Even though he is small and fat, he walks quickly and disappears into the night.

Not afraid of wrestling at night.

Zhao Chuanxin waited for him to leave, then insisted on getting up, pushing the door and found that it was locked.

He took out the plank bed he had made before, released the black puppet craftsman, puppet slaves, and lightsaber, and fell asleep.

With these, it's safe and sound.

The next morning, Zhao Chuanxin was shaken awake by Xingyue's puppet slave.

Xingyue said: "The little fat guy from last night is here again."

Zhao Chuanxin cursed, climbed up, and instantly put away the bed, puppets, and everything else.

He was too tired from last night, so he didn't take a closer look, so he set up a pergola to look at it.

This is a shabby little village, with clusters of rushes scattered along the desolate dirt roads and a few mesquite trees standing sparsely.

The village is mostly made up of crumbling thatched huts and thatched houses. The better ones are houses made of stone, mud and grass. The one behind Zhao Chuanxin can be considered a decent building.

Smoke from cooking is dotted all over the village, rising straight into the sky on a windless morning.

The women in the village got up as early as birds and worked together to clean the deserted streets.

In the distance, Zhao Chuanxin could see the young herder driving the zebu out of the corral and gnawing grass near the fence.

Looking down from a high position, there are some people drying yellow pumpkins and corn in their yards.

This place was really lackluster, and Zhao Chuanxin was very dissatisfied with the place where he stayed last night.

Then he saw the little fat man running towards him.

Running up to Zhao Chuanxin, the little fat man held his knees and gasped. His velvet coat was stained with dust and covered with moss marks from crawling and rolling outside. The straps on his shoulders had worn away some of the velvet because he was carrying A basket with a large mouth that is out of proportion to his body.

When he leaned over, his fat body was almost crushed.

For the sake of the corn tortillas and steamed buns served last night, Zhao Chuanxin helped him with quick eyes and hands, thus avoiding the tragedy that happened at such a young age.

The little fat man thanked him, unloaded the large basket, took out a blanket from the back, and said to Zhao Chuanxian: "Foreigners, this is a blanket sold by people from Massamitra. They always I think you'll need this blanket when it's cold at night, but you won't need it until the hibiscus blooms."

Of course, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't understand a word of the little fat man's chatter.

But he still took the blanket and watched what tricks the little fat man played.

The little fat man took out another Mingzi from the big mouth basket: "This is a pine tree. Light it at night. The dark road will no longer torture you. The light can drive away evil. You will need it."

Zhao Chuanxin took over Mingzi in a funny way.

Then there was a paper bag underneath, with food wrapped there. Because it was still hot, Zhao Chuanxin could smell the aroma of eggs and pork.

The little fat man directly handed the big basket to Zhao Chuanxin: "Eat, eat these meat-filled pancakes, poor foreigner, you must not hurt innocent people for food, whether you live here permanently or just passing by. "

Zhao Chuanxin sat on the floor and took out the pancakes from the large basket.

After a night's sleep, he was full of energy and no longer as hungry as he was last night.

So, after opening these paper packages, he opened the wrapped soft cakes and looked at the fillings inside.

Good guy, it is wrapped with fried yellow pork slices with black inside, yellow with black eggs, yellow with black potatoes and peppers...

This is all fried to a crisp, and your cooking skills are really trendy.

He didn't know what the little fat man said, or what purpose the little fat man had in bringing him food early in the morning.

This little fat guy has some problems with his IQ, but he doesn't seem to be the same as Marcus Nkrumah.

Zhao Chuanxin took a bite. Although it inevitably tasted like paste, the taste was acceptable. The key was that the lard was roasted crispy and had a bit of oily residue. The burrito tasted delicious.

After eating six burritos, Zhao Chuanxin drank a bottle of water to fill the cracks, listening to the chattering of the little fat man.

Lao Zhao's motto in life is: If you don't take advantage, you will suffer a loss.

However, it is another matter to face a child with some IQ problems.

He thought for a while, took out two pieces of Yingyang and handed them to the little fat man.

The little fat man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

Huh?

interesting.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around and saw a dead mesquite tree outside the low wall. He took out the elf carving knife, cut off a piece of wood, took it back to the courtyard, sat cross-legged and started carving.

He is good at transporting weight, and his knife skills have long been perfected.

Design, rough, top to bottom, front to back, shallow to deep, peeling and processing from the surface of the wood layer by layer.

The elf carving knife sometimes changes into a flat knife, sometimes a triangular knife, sometimes a round knife...

Dig out fine pieces, move the knife quickly, open the face without thinking, leave room for trimming, and then put the knife away in a moment.

Zhao Chuanxin motioned for the little fat man to take a breath of fairy air.

It took the little fat man a long time to figure it out. He swollen his belly and blew hard on the wood block covered with sawdust.

Huh... sawdust flew away, revealing the true appearance of the wood carving.

This is a wooden sculpture of a bare-chested strong man carrying a huge cross.

The cross is horizontally and vertically, the strong man has clear facial features, smooth beard and hair, and well-proportioned muscle lines.

The little fat man was shocked.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled slightly, took out a handful of knotweed and polished it repeatedly along the direction of the wood grain. There were few knife marks and sand paths, but they all disappeared in a moment, revealing the wood grain.

Zhao Chuanxin handed the wood carving to the little fat man: "Zhao didn't eat your Roujiamo for nothing, this is a return gift."

The little fat man held the wooden sculpture in his arms and stroked it excitedly.

Figure from the early 20th century, is it okay?

Seeing that he was having fun, Zhao Chuanxin ran to the side to brush his teeth.

After brushing his teeth, he saw the little fat man still holding the wooden sculpture and mumbling, so he gently put the blanket and pineapple into the large basket, put on the soft gold armor, stepped on the misty traveler and left quietly.

When the little fat man finally discovered that Zhao Chuanxin had disappeared, he was shocked and shouted: "Stranger, stranger, where have you been?"

If someone calls twice and no one answers, you can assume that they have left.

But he shouted for a full ten minutes, and then he suddenly realized, scratched his head and said to himself: "I'm so stupid, really, no wonder Agure Ida always said - Juvencio Toric's head is even covered with camphor oil." It can’t even be cleaned.”

He put the wood carvings into a large basket and walked back with great difficulty.

The church in the village is the most colorful building in the village.

Because the church's outer facade has colorful porcelain collages.

Father Jose Treiros saw Juvencio Torric and was about to say hello when he saw a corner of the basket protruding from his back. He stepped forward to take a look and frowned: "What is this?"

Juvencio Toric showed joy on his face: "Father Jose, this is a gift given to me by a stranger. He is a good man. I know he is a good man. He will not do evil for food."

Jose Treiros listened to his confused words and looked at the wooden carvings in the large-mouth basket. His face was as gloomy as water: "That's enough. Stop talking. Juvencio, you will always cause trouble to our village. I must report to Don Carrillo." Report what you did, sir.”

Juvencio Torric's chubby round face turned pale and his head drooped.

The two walked towards Torik Manor.

On the way, Juvencio Tolic saw something, and soon forgot his worries and fears, and said happily: "Father Jussay, look, there is a 'busy' there."

Jose Treiros looked over and saw a roadrunner, a bird known locally as a roadrunner.

He was angry because Juvencio Torric paid no attention to what he thought was a serious matter.

So, he stamped his foot fiercely.

Juvencio Torric's eyes widened: "Father Jose, why are you scaring this poor little thing? It didn't provoke you, let alone steal your food."

"snort!"

Not far away, the little fat man Juvencio Torric picked up soapberries under a soapberry tree again and said, "I will string them together and give them to strangers when they come to the village again." As my mother, who is accompanying her Son in heaven, often says, you must be conscientious."

Finally, I finally arrived at Torik Manor.

José Treiros found Carrillo Torric, the owner of the hacienda and the father of Juvencio Torric.

José Treiros took the wooden sculpture out of the large basket and said: "Don Carrillo Torric, look what is this? You will be as angry as me when you see this! This is simply right The blasphemy of God is beyond comprehension.”

Adding "tang" before the name is an honorific title for the person.

Carrillo Torric was furious.

He pointed at Juvencio Torric's big basket and said: "You are a eater, and you give away food from home to outsiders, right? You already have enough to eat, but you still steal things to outsiders every day, I will definitely I was cursed to have an heir like you.”

Jose Treiros: “…”

Is this all you care about?

Carrillo Toric became even more angry. He shouted: "Agure Ida, come here."

Aguire Ida, who was grazing cattle by the fence and watching the fun with a smile on his face, lost his smile and was filled with fear.

He was only seventeen years old, and his face was still childish.

He ran over respectfully: "Master, what do you want to see me for?"

He was Carrillo Torric's tenant farmer.

Because he was not fully grown, skinny and had little strength, Carrillo Torric let him graze.

Carrillo Torric suddenly kicked Aguire Ida down with one foot, and then kicked him all over his head and face: "I told you to take care of Juvencio, why did you let him steal things for outsiders? I will beat you to death. When the Gomez brothers come back, I will let them beat you to death!"

Aguire Ida was kicked so hard that his nose and face were swollen, and he begged for mercy loudly: "Master, I was wrong, I will never dare to do it again, I will definitely take good care of Juvencio..."

At this moment, Jose Terreros had disappeared.

He did not dare to face the angry landlord.

Let Don Carrillo Torric teach the child who didn't get the blessing of the Virgin Mary and the Son.

...

Zhao Chuanxin has now arrived at the place where he really wants to stay.

For example, this place called Pueblo LS Lagosa.

There are colorful porcelain buildings everywhere, monasteries and churches with colorful porcelain collages on the facades.

In ancient times, colored porcelain was introduced from China to West Asia by Arabs through the Silk Road, and then from West Asia to Europe and the world.

The Spanish colonists brought the ceramic firing technology to Latin America, integrated the indigenous style, formed the unique New Talavera ceramic art, and developed to its peak in the last century.

This kind of ceramics, which is considered vulgar by Chinese people, shines in foreign countries.

Zhao Chuanxin heard the noisy voices in the market and saw the crowds on the street, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It would be perfect if the energy fluctuation convergence rune fragments could locate me here."