London, England, suburbs.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the sun in the sky was still the scarlet color of its newbirth, and the fog in London had not yet lifted. A postman in a large raincoat on a bicycle stops at the door of a small, Victorian-style three-story building.

Behind the bikes, there are several huge mailing packages, covered with plastic tarpaulins.

Rain in London can come at any time, so it's important to have rain gear on hand when the sun is shining.

The postman first looked at the dark green mailbox set up in front of the door of the house, and shook his head helplessly, because the large dark green painted wooden mailbox was so full that it couldn't even fit a piece of paper.

The postman put away the bicycle, walked to the door of the iron-framed wooden gate of the house, crouched down, took out a note wrapped in rainproof oil-paper and put it through the crack in the door. His hand touched several other letters.

He put it in the other day, and he had to put two letters almost every day, and the letters were issued by the post office, informing the owner of the house to go to the post office to pick up the packages and letters, and the mailbox at the door had not been able to hold any letters three weeks ago.

There was no reply for such a long time, and the notice placed in the crack of the door at the gate did not look like no one had opened it, the owner of this house, I don't know if there was something wrong!

Mr. Postman stood up and sorted out the packages on his bicycle, and just as the cart was about to leave, he saw two uniformed patrol gentlemen approaching.

The postman hesitated, but decided to report to the two local patrol officers about the abnormality of the occupants in the house.

After listening to the postman's account, the patrol officers had a very bad attitude:

"How many days have you not seen anyone go out? Twenty days ago, a landlord came to collect the rent, and we are here to witness that this family is an Austrian couple who have been in arrears for two months. ”

"Because of rent arrears? To escape, I don't think it's likely, how much is the rent of this house, and the rent in the neighborhood is thirty pounds a month? ”

Several people were talking.

A two-wheeled carriage drove by with a bell, and a gentleman in a black coat with a black umbrella as a cane jumped out of the carriage. The gentleman took off his hat and greeted the patrolman:

"Hello gentlemen, remember me, I am the landlord of this house, we met more than twenty days ago."

The patrolmen are old-fashioned about this look. The landlord, who had a high nose, was still impressed, and immediately greeted him:

"You are a respectful gentleman, who can show the utmost kindness to others, and allow the tenant to delay for so long, but now there is a very bad situation. They may run away. ”

The landlord heard the patrolman speak like this, and began to be anxious, he walked over and knocked vigorously on the iron door, but naturally there was no response. He had to ask two patrolmen and a postman to witness it, and he used the spare key to open the door to the house.

When I opened the door, there was a messy pile of letters and newspapers beaten by the rain, which had been stuffed in by the postman for a while, and it seemed that no one had walked by the door.

Several people walked to the door of the house and knocked on the door. I was surprised that a gentleman in his thirties would come to open the door.

It was the tenant of this house who opened the door.

The landlord is overjoyed and asks the tenant about the rent.

The tenant was stunned for a moment, apologized again and again, and said that he would do his best to find a way, but at this time, the tenant's wife poked her head out from behind, wearing a shabby coarse cloth skirt, and her hair was a little messy.

The landlord was a little anxious and asked to come into the room to check it out.

The tenant and his wife were a little unsociable, so they had to invite them in.

The living room on the first floor was in shambles, with a handmade loom of an old model from a hundred years ago in the center. There are also some processed fabrics and raw cotton piled up around the area.

The landlord was surprised:

"Are you weavers? Aren't you scientists from Austria? I remember you introduced it like this. ”

The tenant and his wife looked at each other and had to tell the truth:

"We do chemical research because when we do practical research. The brain began to be active, and the real yàn stopped, and the brain couldn't stop, so I had to rest by weaving. ”

When the landlord heard this, he was very angry, and it turned out to be two madmen who claimed to be scientists. In a very stern tone, it is requested:

"You must move out at once, you must settle the rent you owe at once, you must clean up this house and restore it to its original state!"

The patrol saw that the landlord was excited, so he had to ask the couple who claimed to be from Austria to have an ID document.

Mr. Tenant went upstairs for a while and took down a few certificates.

Mr. Patrolman flipped over:

"German origin? Born in Austria? Mr. and Mrs. Corey? ”

The tenant couple nodded in acknowledgement.

The landlord of the house obviously didn't care about their status, he was most concerned about whether they could settle the rent immediately.

The tenant's wife, from Austria, said:

"We have run out of money, we have advertised in the newspapers, we haven't found a job yet, and we have only flour and potatoes for food, can we use these cotton cloths in the living room to pay the rent?"

"Neurotic! Neuropathy! The landlord angrily waved the black umbrella cane in his hand.

The tenant couple looked a little frightened, and Mr. Corey held Mrs. Corey behind him, and said:

"We're chemists, not neurotics!"

"Chemists also have to pay rent, and neuropathy also need to pay rent, Mr. Patrol, please take them away immediately, go to the police station to discuss the rent, this house, I will take it back immediately!"

"We've run out of money, and we haven't responded to the cover letter in the newspaper, so we don't have any money."

The two patrolmen said:

"You might be able to ask for help from your friends, do you have any friends here?"

Mr. and Mrs. Corey glanced at each other:

"We didn't have any friends, we were invited by the chemistry department of the University of London to be professors at the university, but when we arrived, they were very unfriendly, so we had to move out!"

"We just pointed out more than fifty mistakes in their real room, and we were kicked out!"

"Actually, the papers they teach are still good, and there are more than a dozen of them in each one that are correct."

"Liar! Swindler! ”

The agitated landlord finally found another word to define the tenant couple in addition to his neuropathy.

Mr. Patrolman spoke:

"So, since you don't have a job in London and don't have any friends who can pay your arrears on your behalf, let's go to the police station and make it clear."

Mr. and Mrs. Corey hugged each other nervously.

"Please wait a minute, sir, I think Mr. and Mrs. Corey have enough money to pay the rent and buy this house!"

Mr. Postman, who had witnessed the whole farce, said a word beside him.

"We have remittance slips from Mr. and Mrs. Corey at the post office."

Mr. Postman smiled and nodded to Mr. and Mrs. Corey:

"There are a lot of remittance slips and letters sent to you at the post office, and you need to sign for them immediately, Mr. Corey, Mrs. Corey!"

…… (To be continued.) )