After returning from Central Park, the days quickly returned to uneventful.

Naturally, John would not mention the things of his natural life again, and the old Huntelaar was like suffering from amnesia, but he was more and more supportive of John's reality. As soon as the grandson opened his mouth, the old Huntelaar would basically tell Hans, the butler, what to buy, without asking the price at all, so that after a few more weeks, all the material costs finally broke through a thousand dollars!

One thousand dollars, that's quite a lot.

You know, in this era when the average daily income is less than a dollar, even with an extremely generous employer like old Huntelaar, the butler Hans earns only four or five hundred dollars a year!

But even with such a large sum of money spent, old Mr. Huntelaar did not hesitate.

"Alas......"

One morning in February, when Mr. Butler received another copy of the materials that had been delivered, he finally couldn't help but let out a long sigh. In the eyes of this loyal butler, Master John's so-called reality was just a waste of money. Edison was a well-known scholar, and his prestige climbed to a peak after the grand electric light display, and even such a character could not solve the problem, what could John do as a child?

The young man's whims are just a matter of time......

However, as a dutiful butler, Hans quickly abandoned the idea of secretly slandering his master, and then went upstairs and knocked on the door of the real yàn room as soon as possible.

"Oh, there's new material coming in again?"

After opening the door and seeing the box in Hans's hand, John's eyes flashed with joy, and he said happily.

"Yes sir."

Hans walked inside, carefully placed the box on the table, and glanced around the dimly lit room.

Very clean and tidy.

Originally, in Hans's imagination, since John had to do a solid table tennis job every day, the room should be a mess, but at this time, it was only seen that not only were things neatly placed, but even the ground table was clean, and there was no sign of dirtiness!

And the most conspicuous thing is the rows of light bulbs on the table.

They stand out because of the fact that three of the thirty or so bulbs are now on, the same ones that Hans had seen in West Orange not long ago! And I don't know if it was an illusion or something, Hans watched one of the lights run, and now it seemed to be much brighter than the ones he had seen in New Jersey!

"Is it because the curtains on one of the walls are drawn?"

Glancing hesitantly at the curtain next to him, Hans couldn't help but lick his lips.

Since the beginning of his practice as a young master, Hans has only had the opportunity to come in and take a look at it when he is delivering materials, and he still remembers how shocked he was when he first saw a light bulb in the room! Even after listening to John's explanation, he knew that the manufacture of light bulbs did not seem to be particularly difficult, and he also understood that John's light bulbs were not necessarily better than Mr. Edison's, but just consider his age......

"Huh?"

Just as he was sighing, Hans suddenly appeared to something strange, something he hadn't seen the last time he had been here.

A small black box.

At first glance, the small box was connected with a wire and a light on, and it seemed to be a battery. But what surprised Hans was that this battery was not the same as the other two sulfuric acid batteries he was familiar with, it was much smaller in size, and it was ......

"Mr. Elber, there is a letter that you need to sign!"

Before Hans could take a closer look at the new thing he had seen for the first time, the voice of the maid Lina suddenly came from downstairs. According to the rules of the Huntelaar family, only the master and the butler Hans were entitled to sign for letters, so the maid who opened the door and saw the postman had to call him loudly.

Smiling apologetically at John, Hans hurried downstairs.

John closed the door, his face immediately relaxed, and he sat back in his chair without paying attention to the box that seemed to be very eager to open it just now. The material he bought this time was for him to make another battery, but it was not a traditional sulfuric acid battery, but it was a completely new thing like the one Hans had just seen!

But there's no rush yet.

He had already decided to announce the success of the search for new filament materials in another ten days, ending this boring period and having time to consume the remaining materials.

"Gotcha! Get! ”

Just as John picked up a book he had been reading and was about to spend a leisurely afternoon, there was another knock on the door.

Suspicious, he opened the door and unsurprisingly saw Hans the butler again.

"Sir, there is your letter!"

Hans bowed slightly and handed him a white letter.

"Emma again?"

After seeing the payment on the envelope, John couldn't help but pat his forehead and let out a long sigh.

The corners of Hans's eyebrows twitched a few times, as if he was holding back a smile, and he whispered, "Sir, do you need me to bring you a pen and paper?" ”

"No, I have it in the house."

Shaking his head with a wry smile, John opened the letter in his hand.

"Yes sir, then I'll come up in half an hour to get your reply."

After nodding slightly, Hans turned and went downstairs, but the moment John could not see his expression, the corners of the honest and loyal butler crooked the corners of his mouth, and he laughed silently.

Since the last incident in Central Park, Emma seems to have suddenly changed her attitude towards John, and has been very persistent in starting to exchange letters with him. But to John's great distress, the little girl had to write a letter almost every other day, and it would cost a few cents for someone to send it, and if she didn't receive a reply that day or the next day, then another letter would have been delivered to John quickly, but the tone in her heart was quite unfriendly.

Fortunately, the two are not far away, otherwise the cost of delivering the letter alone would be a lot of money.

Emma's letters cover a wide variety of topics, the most common of course being the progress of the electric light and some difficult questions about Latin. If that's all there is to it, John wouldn't mind spending a few minutes a day satisfying the little girl's curiosity and thirst for knowledge, but what bothers him is that as the two have grown closer, Emma's heart has begun to leak something unsettling in recent days......

“…… John, I just saw a quote from Ms. Ulson today, and you must listen to it! 'I save zài, the role I want is not a wife, nor a mother, but a woman, and I have the right to save zài as a woman. What a philosophical statement......

Seeing the main content of today's letter, John was speechless. Although he didn't quite know who this Lady Ulson was, could he still understand after seeing this sentence?

"This girl, I'm looking for trouble!"

Patting the letter on the table, John couldn't help but sigh.

John couldn't imagine how Mr. Stone, who was as old-fashioned as old Huntelaar, would have reacted to seeing this letter. And John was very skeptical, if Mr. Stone knew that his daughter was discussing these "great rebellions" with him every day, would he directly kill him and beat him up for taking his daughter away from the path of "good wife and good mother"?

"Damn it!"

Thinking of this, John couldn't help but immediately grab a pen and began to write back to Emma through gritted teeth: "Dear Emma, I'm glad to hear from you again, but unfortunately, I'm a little uneasy after reading your letter......"

After writing the entire letter in one sitting, and putting it in an envelope, and sealing it with his own ink, John breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in his chair. He doesn't care that women's independence is an inevitable trend in the future, a torrent of history or something, after all, it will be decades later, and what does this have to do with him?

Don't make trouble for yourself, especially other people's homes, that's the most important thing!

After writing the heart for Emma, it took a while for John to change his mood, originally planning to continue reading, but after seeing the thing on the ground, his eyes rolled, and he simply grabbed the pen on the table again, and began to write another letter: "Dear Joshua, I'm sorry to take the liberty of writing this letter to you......"

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