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Zhu Jishi didn't feel a little tired until the second half of the night, and when he returned to the house, he lay on the bed with his clothes for a while, naturally he didn't fall asleep, and he planned for his future, but he felt that the road ahead was boundless. Then he took out his iphone5, which stored photos of Ye Yiren and his hometown family. Zhu Jishi turned on his mobile phone, called up these photos and looked at them again and again, until the phone screen lit up with a signal of insufficient power, and then he was reluctant to turn off the phone. He doesn't have such a rare thing as solar charging panels, Ye Yiren's backpack has an iphone5 charger that can be used, but the generator has not yet been invented in this era......

Thinking that the next time he "saw" his relatives was likely to be decades later, Zhu Jishi's tears fell like pearls with broken threads, and he cried for half a night, and he couldn't stop until dawn the next day, and went to the restaurant downstairs to have some breakfast with red eyes.

"Jason, are you alright?" The countess, who had changed into a royal blue dress, looked at Zhu Jishi, whose eyes were red, and asked softly.

"No, it's okay...... By the way, Mr. Churchill is alright? Why didn't you see Dr. Blomstein? Zhu Jishi smiled awkwardly and diverted the topic.

"Robert is recovering well, and early this morning, Blenheim Palace sent a carriage to pick him up, and Dr. Blomstein accompanied him." The countess took out a £20 note and handed it to Zhu Jishi, and said with a smile: "Robert paid £100 for the consultation, Dr. Blomstein took £50, and the rest is yours." ”

Last night, the countess had already advanced 30 pounds in advance to Zhu Jishi, and the 20 pounds had just been settled.

"Xiexie, countess." Zhu Jishi put away the pound sterling and smiled gratefully at the countess.

"Call me Isabel." The countess seems to have a good impression of Zhu Jishi, but let this attract Qiu Fatzi and Will. Heming pulls out a gun and fights a duel, and the disaster-level woman has a good impression, but for Zhu Jishi, I really don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse?

But rejecting beauties thousands of miles away is not Zhu Jishi's consistent style, after eating this breakfast, he felt that the relationship between himself and the countess was much closer, and he seemed a little warmer.

After breakfast, the countess's butler, a fat old man surnamed Aba Burnell, had already prepared the carriage. In contrast to the somewhat scruffy Blomstein, the fat old man looked very neat, his clothes spotless, and his hair and beard were neatly trimmed. The coachman was also served by Aba Burnell. The countess's carriage was a little old, but it was comfortable to sit in, and it was very clean and perfume-spilled. The countess also accompanied Zhu Jishi to London as promised, and the two sat opposite each other in the small carriage carriage, talking and laughing along the way, and Zhu Jishi, who was accompanied by beautiful women, seemed to have temporarily forgotten the pain of homesickness, and seemed quite comfortable.

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The smell of feces came in through the window of the carriage, and Zhu Jishi couldn't help but lift the curtain of the car and look out of the car. The streets were filled with vendors and undignified pedestrians, as well as ragged beggars.

On both sides of the street, vegetables, meat, fruits, old clothes, stinky leather boots, and all sorts of other strange things are displayed everywhere. Immediately after stepping into Zhu Jishi's eyes, he was greeted by garbage, feces and stinky ditches flowing with brown liquid.

The sound of selling and bargaining in English lingered in his ears, and it seemed very noisy. Looking up in the distance, the sky of London, the capital of the British Empire in 1842, was gray, and there was no trace of blue sky and white clouds, as if shrouded in boundless haze, and countless chimneys spewing smoke could be faintly seen.

There are many horse-drawn carriages shuttling back and forth on the street, so the speed of the car is not fast, and the slow progress, Zhu Jishi continues to observe London in 1842, the city is really different from the impression of London.

He noticed that there were many children wandering the streets, and some of the vendors were not adults. He frowned and asked the countess in the same car, "Are those children already out of school?" ”

The answer to him was Countess Isabel. Deneuve let out a long sigh: "They are all children of the poor!" Where does the money come from to go to school? If you are older, you will go to the factory to work as a child laborer, if the beautiful girl will go to the fireworks and willow lane, if nothing else, you will become the dregs of the future society, and if you have a few luck haode, you may find a shortcut to the Xiangshang society......"

"Doesn't the government care? Shouldn't the government help them? ”

Isabel. Deneuve frowned slightly, looked at Zhu Jishi, as if looking at the alien, "Will your Russian tsar's government care about the life and death of serfs?" ”

"This ...... The Russian government is poor. Zhu Jishi smiled awkwardly. Heart said: "Isn't the Romanov dynasty reactionary? Of course, they don't care about the serfs, but this British Empire does not claim to be a democratic constitutional government, so how can it not care about the life and death of the working people? ”

"In the words of those at the top of the Olmark Club, taxpayers' money is not used to feed slackers and social scum!" Isabel. Deneuve shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Although the British government's annual revenue of 90 million pounds is contributed by taxpayers, it has nothing to do with these poor people outside, and Weishenme wants to serve them?" ”

Zhu Jishi was stunned and stunned, "Isn't the ruling party afraid that the poor will vote for the opposition party in the next election?" ”

"What do you mean?" This time it's Isabel's turn. Deneuve was stunned, "How can a poor person have the right to vote?" Only citizens who pay taxes above a certain limit have the right to vote, and there are only more than 200,000 such people in the UK, Jason ...... You don't even have the most basic common sense, do you? ”

Not really! Zhu Jishi has never studied history carefully, so he does not know that Britain in 1842 was not a democratic country, but a country with a bourgeois dictatorship. The poor do not have the right to vote, although they are petitioning and marching at the instigation of socialists for democratic rights of one person, one vote......

However, Zhu Jishi was told by the countess, and he did not dare to continue to inquire about the reactionary ...... of democratic constitutionalism It cannot be said to be reactionary, because now Marx and Engels both supported the Chartist movement for universal suffrage for the British working people! Therefore, in 1842, democratic constitutionalism must represent the universal value of the tide of social development, otherwise Marx and Engels would not have been wrong! It is only with the progress of the times that in 21 Shijie democratic constitutionalism will become a reactionary political system that will disrupt social order......

In short, Zhu Jishi did not dare to discuss the issue of democratic constitutionalism with the countess anymore, but lifted the curtains of the car from time to time to look around, and continued to observe the capital of the empire where the sun never sets, like a garbage can.

The carriage made its way up to Tower Bridge, but instead of the later suspension bridge with its two granite-square main towers, it was a wooden bridge that looked rather old. Tower Bridge is also very crowded, with horse-drawn carriages moving slowly, almost slower than on foot. However, it is convenient for Zhu Jishi to enjoy the ...... of the Thames Scenery. A black, pungent river doesn't match the view. The banks of the River Thames are lined with chimneys, and I don't know how many factories are discharging sewage into the River day and night. On the surface of the river, there are many sailboats and boats, and I don't know how many wooden sailboats are crowded in the Thames, which is not too open. However, Zhu Jishi didn't know anything about the history of ships, so he naturally couldn't tell what model these sailboats were, just to watch the excitement.

After crossing Tower Bridge to the south bank of the River Thames, and crossing a railway, the traffic seems to be less crowded all of a sudden, the streets are much wider and cleaner, there are no vendors, the houses on both sides of the road are much more refined, and the air is not very smelly. It seems to be a gathering place for London's middle class and bourgeoisie.