You get what you pay for, and the ancients did not deceive me. Lin Zihan, who stayed at the Schmidt Hotel for three days, soon regretted it, this hotel was indeed very cheap, but the yellowed white sheets could not be associated with the word neat and clean. The legendary bathroom worth two pence a day is even more cheating, and a large wooden basin in a windowless room becomes a bathroom worth two pence a day?

What makes people collapse is that there is no water supply pipe in this room, that is to say, if Lin Zihan wants to take a bath, he has to let the maid Ruth, who is five big and three thick, carry the water upstairs with buckets and buckets. For this he had to pay a penny a day as a tip for Ruth, and the cost of boiling hot water at the hotel.

Looking at Mrs. Schmidt's still bright smile, Lin Zihan felt as if he had fallen into a big pit, and he didn't know how many extra charges were waiting for him in the future. Lin Zihan endured all this, but what about the woman's high-pitched screams and the creaking sound of the bed board every night? Damn, this sound insulation effect is too inferior! Lin Zihan's eyes were full of tears, he was a hot-blooded young man in his twenties, he fell asleep listening to this sound every night, and he suffocated people to death. In fact, what the unlucky child Lin Zihan didn't know was that when designing a cheap hotel in the East End of London, the thickness of the walls was reduced, which not only reduced the construction cost, but also attracted more guests to find a girl with the boundless sound of spring every night, which is simply killing two birds with one stone!

The encounters in the past three days made Lin Zihan feel the urge to move out quickly, but a penny is difficult for a hero, he really can't afford to live in an expensive luxury hotel, because his original Wickham has no income at all, and the more than 20 pounds on his body will be empty sooner or later. It seems that if you want to make a good life at the end of the eighteenth century, you have to make a lot of money, otherwise your dream of becoming a manor owner is likely to be unrealized. Lin Zihan, who thought this through, simply lay on the bed and spread his thoughts, to see if he could find some ideas that could make money.

Lin Zihan, who has read the newspaper, knows that he is now in 1792, which is the golden age of the British Industrial Revolution, especially after Watt improved the steam engine and made it more practical, half of Britain's feet have stepped into the threshold of the steam age. This era can be said to be the spring of British merchants and industrial capitalists, countless factories have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, but the rapid expansion of production still cannot satisfy the appetite of the global market. It can be said that Britain in this period is similar to the time when China just reformed and opened up, as long as you are bold enough and accurate enough, it is not too simple to make money. If you can catch this ride, it will definitely not be difficult to eat and dress in the next life. Thinking of this, Lin Zihan became a little excited, with the extra knowledge of nearly two hundred years, if he still didn't mix well, wouldn't it be a loss of face for the traverser?

However, Lin Zihan's excited state did not last long, and he was poured down by a basin of cold water: these industrial investments require a lot of real money, and without the support of abundant capital, they can't play at all! Damn, I only have more than 20 pounds in my body, although this money is a lot of money for ordinary people, but if you really use it to invest something, it is not enough to see it.

Lin Zihan, who was full of resentment, once again complained about his physical predecessor Wickham, this guy was originally a small family, but no matter how much money he had, he couldn't help the bottomless pit of gambling. Wickham's father, the old butler of the Darcy family, had left him an inheritance of nearly £3,000, but it was all reduced to ashes in the shaking dice. Pornography, gambling and drugs should not be touched, which was a wise saying in that era.

Without capital, what should I do? Is it like in the original book, run to the militia regiment to be a petty officer? But this can only be regarded as the last option, what are you kidding, the protracted war between Britain and France for nearly 20 years is about to begin, and I am still rushing to make up for it, isn't it that the old birthday star hanged himself for too long? If he was still in China, Lin Zihan would not have any resistance to being a soldier, after all, he was contributing to the national defense of the motherland, but if he was in the UK, it would be different, why should he work for the British? Fifty years later, this group of bandits fired the first shot of armed aggression against China, and the history of humiliation in modern times is an eternal pain in the hearts of every Chinese. After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't know what to do, Lin Zihan simply stopped thinking about these messy things, and lay on the bed and fell asleep, with a tendency to catch up with Ah Q and carry forward the ostrich spirit.

At about six o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Zihan, who was in a daze, was woken up by a knock on the door. When I opened the door, it turned out to be Mrs. Schmidt's eleven-year-old daughter, Alice, bringing her dinner. Because of the long-term lack of nutrition, the little girl's body is very thin, and there is no healthy ruddy color on her face, and the thin little figure is trying to hold the big plate and maintain balance, which makes Lin Zihan a little unbearable. A child of this age is in a carefree childhood in the afterlife, and Alice has to do what she can to help her mother in order to live. Through getting along in the past few days, Lin Zihan found that although Mrs. Schmidt was a little nagging, she was an enthusiastic person, and Lin Zihan made Mrs. Schmidt's life experience clear through a few small talks.

Contrary to his initial assumptions, Mrs. Schmidt was not the proprietress of the inn, which was owned by her husband's brother, Mr. Allen. Her husband had died of smallpox eight years earlier, and Schmidt's brother felt that Mrs. Schmidt and Alice were widowed and widowed, so he asked her to help manage one of his properties, the Schmidt Hotel, so that the two could have a place to live. It's just that Mr. Allen also died of pneumonia last year, and Schmidt's nephew was not very friendly to their mother and daughter, and threatened to kick them out several times, which made Mrs. Schmidt very worried about the future of her and her daughter. Lin Zihan, who heard about these things, just shrugged his shoulders and didn't feel much, there are too many tragic stories in this era, if you feel sad every time you hear it, wouldn't you have a gloomy disorder.

The food in the tray was not bad, there was a ham sausage, a white loaf and a glass of inferior wine. In addition to this, there is a copy of the Times scented with ink in the tray. Reading the newspaper is a way for Lin Zihan to understand this era as soon as possible, and by the way, he can find out what business opportunities in London can be used. Mrs. Schmidt was very curious about Lin Zihan: the clothes were expensive fabrics, and she was very picky about what she ate (if you don't eat black bread, you are picky?). I have to take a shower every day, and I have the habit of reading the Times, which is completely like a rich boy. What could be more strange than that such a person should have lived in a wealthy area in the eyes of Mrs. Schmidt, and went to the opera house every day in a magnificent carriage, while such a superior person lived in his own small shop?

Lin Zihan looked at the old three things in the tray, and began to miss Chinese food, British food was notoriously unpalatable in later generations, and even some Britons themselves joked that if you don't welcome a guest who comes to visit, you can treat him with British food, and ensure that this guest will never come to the door again next time. Eating British dark food all day long, Lin Zihan, an impostor British native, said that he couldn't hold it anymore. So Lin Zihan doesn't order those strange dishes every time, but orders bread and wine to deal with the matter, anyway, I didn't even have an accident with instant noodles for two months in college, isn't it just bread, just eat.

Just as Lin Zihan was flipping through the newspaper and nibbling on bread, there was a sudden "gurgling" sound in the room at an inopportune time. Lin Zihan looked up at Alice, who was looking embarrassed, and couldn't help but wonder, it seems that this little girl is hungry. The restrained Alice reminded him of his sister who was still in junior high school in his previous life, and a soft spot in his heart was suddenly hit. Lin Zihan picked up a piece of croissant and put it in Alice's hand: "Alice, this is for you, eat it quickly." ”

Alice looked at the fragrant white bread in her hand in amazement, and was a little overwhelmed for a moment, she had never expected a decent gentleman to speak to herself so kindly. "I ...... I'm not hungry...... I've just eaten it, sir. After saying that, Alice's fair little face turned red. Lin Zihan couldn't help laughing, and reached out to scratch Alice's little Qiong's nose: "Alice, children can't lie, be careful that your nose becomes longer." ”

When Alice heard this, she lowered her head, and after a while she mustered up the courage to raise her head and said, "Sir, why does a lying child's nose get longer?" ”

Looking at Alice's big eyes that were a little timid and full of curiosity, Lin Zihan knew that in this era, it was estimated that Pinocchio's fairy tale had not yet been written, so he said: "Alice, that's an interesting story, wait for me to tell you slowly." Then Lin Zihan told Alice the story of Pinocchio.

After the story was finished, Alice's restrained and timid temperament was also released a lot, and she was no longer afraid of Lin Zihan, and began to eat the croissant in her hand in a big gulp. Lin Zihan looked at Alice, who was not very elegant, and handed her another sausage, this poor child usually eats the kind of black bread that is difficult to swallow.

Lin Zihan drank a glass of wine and continued to read the newspaper carefully, maybe he could find any useful business information or job advertisements. He'd been visiting all the famous places in London in the past three days, and he didn't want to sit back and eat. Alice looked at Lin Zihan enviously as she read the newspaper and said, "Sir, are there a lot of stories in the newspaper that you just said?" "At this time, the literacy rate in England was very low, and educated people were often respected by others, and Alice was most envious of those who could read books and newspapers, but unfortunately Mrs. Schmidt had little money and could not afford to hire a tutor.

Lin Zihan said patiently: "Yes, Alice, there are news, advertisements, and some poems and stories on it. Do you want me to read a few to you? Alice's tiny eyes sparkled with a story to hear: "Really? You're wonderful, sir. ”

So, Lin Zihan did what he often did for his sister in his previous life - telling stories, thinking back to when his sister asked him to tell her stories in the past, he was always a little impatient, but he didn't expect that now he wants to do this but has no chance. Life is impermanent, and the sea used to be a mulberry field, but what's the use of thinking about it now? Lin Zihan reined in his mind and began to find some newspaper stories for Alice to read.