The port of Portland. When docking at the port of New York, there are mainly merchant ships for supply, and the main fleet will anchor outside."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded to show that he understood, and then glanced at Miao Cuihua from the corner of his eye. Because she was doing a handstand, she wore a tight-fitting top so that she would not be exposed.

Magnificent and majestic, there are many mountains and mountains.

Zhao Chuanxin's throat moved, but seeing Miao Cuihua still not even looking at him, he said to his apprentice: "We have been working hard all night to make the gun today."

When the two were making guns, Benjamin Goldberg asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Master, why did I come back this time and find you always spying on Aunt Hua?"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even raise his head: "You are wrong."

"How could I see it wrong? My eyes are very good."

"Disciple, there is a saying in China - a slip of the tongue can lead to eternal hatred, and a slip of the tongue can lead to a life of a hundred years. Do you know what it means?"

"I don't seem to remember saying that. I've been making up for it during this period."

"Just say yes to the teacher. It means don't talk nonsense, you will easily be beaten to death."

"..."

The master and apprentice worked until midnight before finishing all the parts.

Because the precision of the parts was very high this time, Zhao Chuanxin found that the installation was extremely difficult.

Because the processed parts are not polished.

He looked at his watch: "Go to sleep. Tomorrow let Freddy lead someone to polish it before installing it. This kind of unskilled rough work is not for us masters and apprentices to do."

Benjamin Goldberg dozed off and took it seriously, waving to Ganfan: "Come on, let's go to bed."

The next day, Zhao Chuanxian continued to tattoo.

Freddie Pavitt and his servants polished parts under the direction of Benjamin Goldberg.

The remaining manpower is used to reload ammunition for Zhao Chuanxin.

Before dinner, Mahina finished the last knock and said: "It's done!"

Zhao Chuanxin jumped up from his chair.

For the first time, he felt that lying down was a kind of suffering.

I really want to stretch out my index and middle fingers and sign "Oh yeah".

After dinner.

The three of them practiced balancing as usual.

After finishing, Miao Cuihua suddenly winked at Zhao Chuanxin: "Do you want to see me dance for you?"

Before, Zhao Chuanxin must have been a gentleman and said: It's late at night, go to bed.
Chapter completed!