"Gotcha! Get! ”

"Sir, it's time to get up!"

With two crisp knocks on the door, the voice of the butler Hans rang out again with unusual precision.

"Okay, got it."

John reflexively replied loudly, then closed his eyes and yawned widely, and slowly sat up from the warm bed.

"Phew!"

The cold air made John shudder, and his eyes widened immediately, and the whole person immediately became energetic. The temperature in the bedroom was enough to give him the urge to get back under the covers, but thinking about the old man's tense old face, John got dressed as fast as he could.

"Well, good spirits!"

Standing in front of the mirror with his clothes on, John nodded in satisfaction.

Thanks to the blessing of rebirth, John's body is only eleven years old now, even if she just woke up, she didn't feel like she hadn't brushed her teeth for three days, and her body grew up very healthy under the care of her mother, and she naturally felt full of vitality after waking up......

"Ah...... Burst! ”

Spit out the sticky, greasy toothpaste water into the bucket, and John hurriedly poured a few sips of water one after another, finally restoring his mouth to a refreshing state.

"It feels terrible."

John muttered under his breath as he looked in the mirror at his shiny white teeth.

When he first returned to New York, he thought Colgate's toothpaste was doing well from scratch, but after using it for a long time, the greasy feeling of this ancient toothpaste made him feel uncomfortable, and the toothpaste made of animal bristles made him scold "damn it" every day!

"Is there any hope for a comfortable life in this life?"

Looking around the bathroom, John felt a sore tooth that had just been cleaned.

There are four washrooms in this small three-storey building of the Huntelaar family, and except for the old and the younger, Mr. Huntelaar, who each has a separate one, everyone else shares two, but each one is of the same structure. A cabinet is used to store things, a mirror, a flush toilet and a large wooden barrel.

The bath water had to be boiled and used, and the young Mr. Huntelaar was reluctant to go to the public bath, so he could only take a bath once every two weeks, and each time the two servants had to work for half a day.

"Good thing there is a flushing toilet, otherwise it would ......"

The thought of having to carry a bucket full of his own excrement out and dump it every day made John shudder, and secretly congratulated himself that he had traveled twenty years earlier. The sewer system in New York City was only built more than 20 years ago, and the Huntelaar family, which is a bustling area of Manhattan, has already been repaired, so the flush toilet is also used. But in other places, such as crowded apartments, the conditions are not so good.

But even so, John was quite dissatisfied.

The toilet does not have the water storage tank he is familiar with, he needs to carry water himself every time he flushes, and the sewer pipe in the bathroom does not have a S bend, and he can always smell a sour smell from time to time.

"Bear with me a little longer."

As soon as he thought that the electric light that he had finally "brightened" was still smashed in Joshua's hands, John hated it so much that he secretly made up his mind: "As long as you get the money, you can improve the flush toilet first, then study the problem of toothpaste, and improve the facilities in the house, maybe these things will be a way to make money......

……

"Good morning, sir."

"Good morning, John."

By the time John walked into the dining room, old Huntelaar was already sitting at one end of the table, sipping tea and reading the newspaper. After the two said hello, old Huntelaar glanced at John and asked lightly, "I came back too late yesterday, and I didn't have time to ask, how was this week?" ”

"Not bad!"

Glancing cautiously at old Huntelaar, John whispered with some trepidation.

"Really?"

Putting down the newspaper in his hand, old Huntelaar stared at John for a while, until he felt a little uncomfortable, then snorted softly and put his gaze back on the newspaper again.

John secretly pinched a cold sweat.

It was a week, five days to be exact, and it was quite difficult for him.

Needless to say, it was very difficult for John, a layman who had no literary skills at all, to communicate with the arrogant Englishman, and the science teacher and the theology teacher had a great opinion of John in just two days: the boy had almost fallen asleep several times in their classes!

John was innocent of this.

Atheist Chinese meet devout Protestant priests, college students more than a hundred years later meet science governess in 188o, is it strange that John is not sleepy in class?

The only exception may be Miss Philip.

This French "nobleman" quickly understood John's details in just five days, and finally understood one thing, that is, this young master of the Huntelaar family group, Yan Zòng, lacked artistic cells! This is true not only for the piano, but also for the violin, which she is also proficient in. Miss Philip, who had spent a week trying to find out, was almost desperate, and thought that she would be fired by old Mr. Huntelaar in a short time, but in the end she grasped a life-saving straw, that is, Mr. Huntelaar Jr. was very interested in painting, especially the basic sketches of painting, and he studied very seriously, which made Miss Philip's heart kindle a little hope!

Interest is the best teacher.

The educators of this era may not have summed up this truth, but Miss Philip has already had such a simple understanding, that is, if there is interest, at least there is hope......

"It's Saturday, have you figured out what you're going to do?"

Without dwelling too much on the question just now, old Huntelaar quickly changed the subject.

"I've thought about it, I'm going to learn how to shoot!"

Sitting down at the other end of the table, John casually took the coffee brought by Lina and said refreshedly.

The long five days were finally over, and today he naturally wants to go out and breathe and enjoy this damn life. John was going to play with the gun last week, but it was delayed because of the installation of the phone, and he couldn't miss anything this week.

Old Huntelaar nodded, not objecting at all, but then asked, "Are you going to go alone?" ”

"I invited Joshua."

John replied honestly, "He happens to be a member of a shooting club and promised to take me there." ”

After installing a phone at home, John was the first to call Joshua's house, and yesterday we chatted for more than ten minutes, just to find out what interesting places around. Joshua was not as impatient with John as he was with an ordinary teenager, and offered to accompany him to play with guns, which surprised John.

"Okay."

Old Huntelaar still maintained the habit of cherishing words like gold, nodded and stopped talking.

The two of them began to eat breakfast.

Perhaps because he was going out today, John's appetite was quite good, and he ate four white loaves of bread in one go, and swallowed two eggs!

After breakfast, John couldn't wait to get out of the house.

But just as he wiped his mouth, said goodbye to old Huntelaar respectfully, and was about to leave the dining room, his grandfather stopped him: "John, wait a minute. ”

"What's wrong?"

John asked with a blink, a little puzzled.

"Here you go."

Wiping his hands, old Huntelaar took out an envelope from his arms and handed it over, and said slowly: "Since you want to go out, you must bring some money with you, take it and spend it......"

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