ps: Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a collection, there is still a chapter around twelve o'clock! For the sake of seeing how hard I've worked, let's get some monthly passes!

On May 1, 1549, the summer temperature in London had reached a rare high temperature of around 25 degrees, which was a torturous day for the normally cooler inhabitants of London.

Some civilians walking on the road were sweating profusely, wiping the sweat from their foreheads, and some even kept opening their mouths and sticking out their tongues on the streets, hoping to release some heat.

England, which is heavily influenced by the sea, generally maintains an annual temperature of around 20 degrees, with temperatures as low as seven or eight degrees even in winter.

Civilians in short clothes and brown clothes can only endure such difficult weather, running around London, busy with daily food, and the trivial wish is that they and their families can be fed every day.

Pampered aristocrats don't worry about a little food, but the heat of London forces them to do whatever it takes to get rid of it.

For example, the high-ranking nobles of the kingdom like Edward, they have already built underground cellars with their rich money, and bought a large number of ice cubes from Northern Europe, which have long been stored, and it is cool enough in a summer.

The lower nobles and ordinary merchants did not have such a big deal to do this.

So shrewd businessmen did not let go of this opportunity, and ice cubes from Northern Europe appeared in large numbers on the streets of London, and merchants sold cut Xiaoice cubes for five pence a pound, while people with a little spare money rushed to buy them.

Comforting and cool ice cubes are a great medicine for Londoners to survive the summer.

"Boss, a pound of ice!" When the busy little merchant heard about a deal, he looked up and saw that it was a middle-aged man wearing a cloak on the outside, a white shirt inside, short flaxen hair, an agate ring faintly visible between his fingers, and a dark red man with gold thread walking over, and his tone was not light or serious.

"Sir, you wait a minute, and you'll be right away!" Although I was a little depressed about why such a gentleman-looking gentleman would buy ice cubes from him, it was still a pleasure to make a business.

The quick-armed merchant instructed his men to cut the ice that was tightly guarded under the sheepskin jacket, and he took a shilling from the gentleman before him, and then asked him fourteen pence.

Adler carefully kicked the recovered fourteenpence back into his pocket, and then reached out to take a pound of ice wrapped in linen, and walked faster and faster.

The ice leaves the protected area and melts quickly, and he must rush back quickly, or the family will not be able to enjoy this rare luxury.

As a well-known banker in London, he has been procuring large quantities of ice from a dedicated supplier every summer to meet his own and his family's needs.

However, this year was different, all his family property was confiscated by the king of England, and he used the opportunity to feed the king to save his family from the death penalty.

Now, with nothing, he and his family are left to survive on the five pounds the king pays each month.

If five pounds can live happily in the countryside, in this expensive London, you can only barely maintain a decent life for the family.

Pushing open the door, Adler saw his eldest daughter holding a book of poetry and reading with relish, while the naughty second and younger sons were running around the yard, sweat soaking their clothes.

Seeing that his father had returned, his daughter and two naughty sons gathered around him, looking at him with curious eyes.

And the lady in the apron also stepped out, and her curious eyes were focused on him.

"Hey, Angela, kids, come over here and see what I've brought you!"

With a smile on his face, Adler said to his wife and children.

Soon, the ice cubes wrapped in worn-out linen completed its mission, and he and his family enjoyed the day.

The next day, Adler, with the help of his wife, looked in good spirits.

In a rented carriage, Adler travelled to the banks of the River Thames in the north of the city, where commerce was most developed in London.

When you come here, you can see all kinds of textile mills, ships with sails up, and then a hint of wind slowly sailing towards the outlet of the Thames, about to leave England and go to the Netherlands or Germany.

Loaded with textiles, merchant ships sailing slowly on the wide River Thames, with occasional collisions.

Stopping the carriage, Adler smiled and smiled back at the middle-aged man who had gone out to greet him.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Adler!" A middle-aged man with dark red hair and a high nose said in a cheerful tone.

"Me too, may God bless you!" Adler also bent down to thank him.

"Please follow me, sir, and after reading that, I think you will think that lending me a loan is the right choice!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man led the way as he talked to Adler about the bright future of his factory.

"Sir, our factory now has more than a hundred workers, fifty machines, and can produce ten hundredweights (equivalent to ten tons) of woolen wool every month, and the profit is almost fifty pounds per month, which is the most conservative estimate!"

"And if you lend me a thousand pounds, I can add fifty more machines, so that I can make more than a hundred pounds a month!"

"In less than a year, my husband, I will be able to repay the loan with full principal and interest!"

Following the middle-aged man, Adler carefully observed the machinery of the textile mill and examined its books.

Regardless of the wool scattered all over the ground and the sweltering air, Adler couldn't help but think about the future of this textile mill and his ability to repay it.

Then, Adler came to his office and sat in a chair with a serious expression.

"Mr. Humphrey, according to my inquiry, your mill owes a debt of five hundred pounds, which is not a small amount!"

Adler had a smile on his face, his tone was full of ridicule, and his sharp eyes looked straight into the eyes of the textile factory owner sitting across from him, not letting go of his movements.

"How can I reassure you? Who knows if you want to slip away with my money after paying that debt! ”

"I'm not God, I can't know where you're going to go, and I can't catch you!"

Humphrey, who had been sitting calmly across from him, had a cold sweat on his forehead, but his eyes were still so firm and unhurried.