"Where is it? I'll still be the same when I run a small business."

Ouji waved his hand, but his chest stood up, and said, seemingly humble but not humbly: "It's just a hundred merchant ships."

When he said this, he stroked the hair that didn't exist at all.

"hiss..."

Kuro took a breath and wanted to ask Oji how he did it.

It was not about a hundred merchant ships, but how he could put such humbleness and cups on what these mere hundred merchant ships said.

He wants to learn this skill.

"What the hell are you here?" Kuro asked.

"Your hometown is not repaired every year, but I am basically responsible for it. The people in the town are also helping with it. The main reason is that you may be busy as a navy, so you probably don't have time to worry about this place." Ouji said.

"Oh? You did it? Thank you very much." Kuro nodded.

He said that every time he went home, his family kept it very well, and he thought it was the spontaneous behavior of the villagers, but as a result, he made great efforts here.

"But something happened this time. Although there was some repair, the house was too old after all. You haven't been back in ten years. There was a storm a while ago. Your house collapsed and I happened to go back to my hometown. I originally wanted to rebuild it for you, but someone took over it first. He repaired it for you, and I had nothing to do. But we haven't seen you for more than ten years. I miss you a lot, so I packed the things from your house after the collapse."

Ouji carried the big box in his hand and said, "After all, there is no place to put it in. The house is still under reconstruction, so it is not suitable to put it in anywhere."

"My stuff?"

Kuro was stunned, "Uncle Ouji, you're so polite. You're still so hard to send it here. It's a bit difficult to come from the East China Sea."

"Ah...I applied for naval escort from Lipana, of course, it cost a sum of money." Ouji said.

"I will make up for you."

Kuro smiled, threw a cigar over and said, "Uncle Ouji doesn't want to develop on the Great Route. I have a lot of industries. If you are interested, you can get involved."

"Forget it, I rarely come here, it's better to go to the East China Sea." Ouji shook his head.

Of course, the widest one is the world. It is just the East China Sea. Kuro has lived there for so many years and dare not say that he has a comprehensive understanding of it because the sea area is too big and wide.

"It's better if you don't come, it's quite dangerous here." Kuro nodded.

Compared to the great route, the East China Sea is now known as the "weakest sea", and the average pirate bounty is three million, which is of course safe.

Even Kuro was a little envious of his safety.

His biggest dream is to be a base chief in Donghai and then spend his whole life in retirement. As a result, now...

If I had known it would have become like this, I might as well follow Ouji to go to the business as a child. Maybe he would be the King of the East China Sea.

This is what Niu Pi is called, and he has lived in the East China Sea for fifty or sixty years. How can he not be powerful?

"I've come here, just visit here, and then I'll send a warship to take you back to the East China Sea." Kuro said.

"Okay, I haven't seen you for a long time." Ouji also smiled.

Then, Ouji stayed here for about ten days, visited the G-3 fortress and nearby waters. The whole journey was accompanied by Kuro, and he visited the islands of the New World. In his words, he had never been in the New World, so he could take a good look.

"Uncle Ouji, next time I wait until my one-stop tourism industry is ready, I will pick you up and let you have fun."

In front of the port, Kuro looked at Oji as he got on the warship and smiled at him.

"Then I'm waiting for good news for you, hahaha, let's develop well, Xiao Kuro, you said you were a navy, and now you have achieved this. You have to keep working hard." Ouji waved at him, and then the warship set sail.

"I'm working hard? I'll work hard, and I've reached this point. I'll try harder and kill the old man?"

Kuro pulled the corner of his mouth, watched the warship leave, and returned to his office.

"Kulo, what's in this box?" Lida asked curiously at this time.

Klo's eyes moved, and he was also a little curious.

To be honest, he has always been very curious about his boss who emerged from the East China Sea.

During the time when Ouji came, he had heard some incredible rumors - he killed the pirates at the age of two.

Two years old!

When Clow was two years old, he didn't know where to play with urine and mud.

So he also wanted to explore the trajectory of Kuro when he was a child.

"Oh, nothing, they are all things from childhood. Actually, I haven't lived at home since I was eight years old. I just went back occasionally. After entering the navy at the age of fourteen, I have never returned except to worship my ancestors."

He bit the cigar and hooked his hand. The big black box was floating over and opened automatically in front of Kuro.

There are some debris inside.

A handful of ribs floated out of it, and Kuro pointed at the ribs and said, "I used it to play when I was a child."

In addition to this, there are weapons used by different age groups, including bamboo swords, wooden swords, and real swords. In addition, there are a large number of books.

"Hey? Kuro, are you actually reading a book?"

Lida approached the side, picked up a book casually, and murmured, "What's this... "Geography of the Kingdom of Goya?"

"You made me feel like an illiterate person. When did I say I didn't read books myself?" Kuro rolled his eyes.

"But you have never read a book like this since I met you. Cass used to say that you don't like to touch these things." Lida said strangely.

"That's after I was fourteen years old. I used to love reading." Kuro shrugged.

Kloe glanced at him and found that all these books were related to the East China Sea, including geography, humanities, history, and some legends, mixed with a pile of paper with some crooked words on it.

Kuro looked at the pile of paper, showed a smile, and with his fingers hooked, the pile of paper flew onto the table.

"Ah... I miss you so much. When I was a child, I spent a lot of thought on this paper to remember words."

He is a time traveler. Before he came to this world, he already had his own language and writing system. The language and writing system in this world... You can't say it is complicated, but it is quite comprehensive, like a hodgepodge. If this thing is learned from the soul of an adult, rather than instilling since childhood, it is indeed very troublesome.

When he was a child, he would say that he could not remember the words, so he could only copy them without any trouble. After being familiar with them for a few years, he would be able to make a rough idea. Basic writing is definitely fine.

But he didn't have that much effort, and he was thinking about how to practice later. So after joining the navy, he also put it aside. Anyway, he chose a fighter and was not responsible for controlling the ship and gun control. Later, he became the chief himself, so he didn't want it, as the people below would do it for him.

He spread the parchment piles and pointed to a piece of paper with a skewed font on it. The title on it was very fun - "Basic Survey on the Life of Civilians in Shelds Town".

"ah..."
Chapter completed!