Early morning, London.

As the capital of the British Empire, which was rising like the rising sun at this time, the port of London was extremely prosperous, and ships carrying import and export goods were constantly plying it.

Like countless months in the past, London in the British Isles is a cold and wet place, which has led to fog and showers becoming a common phenomenon in London, which has given London a modern nickname as the capital of fog.

The fog is obviously not friendly to incoming ships, but the good news is that London is a deep-water port, so there is no need to worry about running aground like the shipwrecked bay outside Storm's End.

Han Xing (shēn) was on the deck of a Dutch merchant ship at this time, standing on the bow of the ship staring at the shining lighthouse in the distance, the fog in front of him suddenly became the hazy veil of this "beauty" close at hand, and London loomed in the distance, leaving only a vague outline for Han Xing, and the lighthouse seemed to be a pair of bright eyes revealed by this mysterious "beauty", leaving people with infinite reverie, but also making people a little more excited and looking forward to unveiling her mystery.

Living at sea is not such a fun thing, after all, the blue sea and blue sky, the sea and the sky are always a good scenery to see one day, if you continue to be on the sea for a few days, looking at the seemingly endless turbulent waves, you will start to lose your sense of security, this kind of navigation without a reference will even give you the illusion of whether you are really moving forward.

Fortunately, along the way, Han Xing's land never really disappeared from his field of vision. Otherwise, the endless sea will probably drive him crazy! However, because of this, Han Xing could not understand the excitement and joy of those sailors when they finally saw the shining lighthouse on land after a long voyage. But come to think of it, it's like seeing the light of dawn after a long period of darkness!

The "Seahorse" carrying Han Xing carefully sailed into the port of London, and it was only now that the true face of beautiful London was displayed in front of Han Xing's eyes.

The jumble of shacks, with only a few warehouse-like buildings that look neat and beautiful, but they also look dusty, perhaps due to the erosion of the sea breeze, and the patent leather on their surface even cracks and peels.

The ground is muddy and damp, and there are deep and shallow pools of water, so people don't know how to get their feet, and I am afraid it rained yesterday. The sea breeze blows on Han Xing's (shēn), which is not only cold and damp, but also has a salty smell. Even if (shēn) was a southerner who "relied on righteousness for the winter" of the Celestial Empire, Han Xing felt trembling.

The streets were filled with a crowd of pedestrians dressed in shabby clothes like beggars, all unkempt and unkempt, with faces as if they had just come off a ship.

"Oh my God! What the hell is this? Han Xing was simply shocked by the scene in front of him, after all, Paris at this time was very close to the Paris of later generations, except for the absence of the famous Eiffel Tower and the Arc de Triomphe.

At this time, Paris was full of beautiful classical buildings, and the warm climate and the dotted palaces and mansions made Paris a friendly and charming city, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it was the first city in the world.

"This is the closest deep-water port to London, and if you want to get to the city, you have to ride a horse or a horse-drawn carriage!" The Dutch captain who received a lot of money from Han Xing (qíng) prompted.

"I see!" In fact, Han Xing fell into a misunderstanding, that is, in later generations, this place already belonged to the scope of London, but this is the result of the continuous development of the city of London, and London in this period has not yet expanded to this place! It seems that today's Beijing has expanded to include the Xiong'an New Area, but in ancient times, the city of Beijing only referred to the area within the Nine Gates.

Don't forget, although the year 1792 sounds very close to modern times, if you substitute this point in time to the historical stage of the Celestial Empire. You will be shocked to find that the Celestial Empire (shēn) was still under the rule of the Qianlong Emperor of the Manchu Dynasty! Frankly speaking, compared to the bad Celestial Empire under the rule of the Manchus, London at this time was already at the forefront of the world, but it was still inferior to Paris, the capital of the world.

"Sir, can I get your luggage?" A well-dressed young man suddenly came up, dressed in a washed white garment, although he still looked very poor. However, compared to those shēn patches and unkempt guys, they are already "pleasing to the eye".

"It seems that he is a local kid who helps people carry their luggage, plus runs errands and works as a guide to make a living! Anyway, I'm not short of money, and I don't know a place well, so I really need a guide! Han Xing thought to himself, so he beckoned to him and motioned for him to come over.

"You're a guide? I'm going to visit friends in London, but the fog hasn't cleared yet, and I need to find a place to stay! If things are done well, your benefits are indispensable! Han Xing handed him a handful of raw ding.

The poor young man was immediately overjoyed when he saw Shengding, and slapped the coins into the pocket of his trousers, saying, "No problem, sir! I know of a good hotel that not only offers accommodation, but also good food at a fair price! As he spoke, he took his suitcase from Han Xing's hand and took the lead in front.

"I'm still a cheerful person, I like it!" Han Xing is very satisfied with this person's pleasure, after all, if he meets a verbose or dead money-seeking master, Han Xing will have to spend a lot of time, right?

However, the kid walked faster and faster, faster and faster, and the distance between the two kept widening, and Han Xing hurriedly shouted: "You slow down, you slow down!" Wait for me! But when he heard Han Xing's voice, the kid walked faster on his two feet, and finally ran straight away.

Looking at the rabbit cub who disappeared into the thick fog and alleys after turning around, as well as his luggage that disappeared with him, Han Xing finally came back to his senses, "I was tricked by him!" This rabbit cub is a thief and liar! Give me back my luggage! ”

Suddenly, Han Xing laughed wildly again. Rest assured, he didn't go crazy because he was stimulated, but he was imagining the watch (qíng) after the thief opened the suitcase!

Frankly speaking, Han Xing's suitcase had almost nothing of value in it, and the only reason he brought it with him was to make himself look like a serious traveler. There were only a few ordinary pieces of clothing, as well as a few cutlery and razors and the like.

"Damn, what a thing this is! Can't you bring some valuables? looks like a decent person, why are the things in the bag so shabby! Unlucky, most of them are poor ghosts and exiled nobles! But the money he gave was genuine! ”

In a dark corner (yīn), the young man threw Han Xing's things to the ground, kicked the suitcase open with a flying kick, lowered his head and rummaged inside, but found nothing, so he squatted down and complained indignantly.

Han Xing had no choice but to spread his hands, and then casually found a tavern on the street and went in, intending to have a drink and soothe his wounded heart.

However, as soon as he entered the door, Han Xing regretted it, because there was a smell of wine in this humble tavern, and several drunks were either lying on the greasy table and falling asleep, or they were drunk and unconscious directly on the ground, and one of them slept directly in his own vomit, seemingly sleeping sweetly, and also (tiǎn) his lips.

A thin, short woman was wiping the bar with a rag, and when she saw Han Xing come in, a hint of surprise and surprise flashed on her gray face.

"What do you want, sir?" The woman put down the rag, wiped her hand on her apron, and asked respectfully.

"A beer!" Han Xing replied angrily that he was still in the negative mind (qíng) of being stolen.

"Are you sure? We have good whiskies and brandies, as well as rum from the Caribbean·····" The woman recommended it earnestly, but Han Xing, who was in a bad mood (qíng), obviously didn't have the heart to listen to her sales, so she directly interrupted her and said, "A beer, just a beer!" ”

The woman had no choice but to turn (shēn) and then handed Han Xing a tin cup with a yellow-brown liquid in it.

Han Xing took a sip of the cup and immediately spit it back, "What kind of beer is this!" Not only does it taste bitter, but it's also very sticky, and it is slippery and greasy after entering the mouth, as if you have drunk snot! And it also exudes a musty smell of stale sesame seeds and rotten grain! Han Xing almost cried, this beer is really not for people to drink!

"Boss, you're a bad drinker, aren't you? How many days has it been released? Han Xing asked the thin woman with tears in his eyes.

"Sir, have you really drunk beer?" The proprietress asked rhetorically.

Han Xing was speechless for a while, the beer Han Xing drank was all modern products, except that it was not sweet and slightly bitter, it was almost the same as soda. He suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have drunk beer in the infinite world, and it was said that beer was almost fermented oatmeal paste, and he lived on red wine.

Han Xing realized that the proprietress recommended whiskey, brandy, rum and the like to him just now, and she was completely kind, that is, she knew that most of her beers were not used to drinking beer of this era.

So Han Xing planned to silently pay for it and leave, but the proprietress saw that Han Xing didn't speak, and knew that he probably understood, so she said, "Sir, the wine money is a penny!" ”

Han Xing was shocked to realize that he (shēn) did not have British currency at all, he was here to make an appointment, and theoretically Lord Hansen would eat and live for him, right? Why bring money?

"Can't you take French currency?" Han Xing took out a few raw pieces and put them on the table, and asked weakly.

The woman sighed, but pushed Sheng Ding back and said, "Alas, you didn't drink anyway, forget it, you can take the money back!" It's like I'm giving it to you for free! ”

At this moment, a voice sounded behind Han Xing, and another person entered the tavern, and he threw a coin to the proprietress and said, "Boss, bring me a glass of brandy!" ”

"Why is this sound so familiar?" Han Xing suddenly felt that this (shēn) shadow was very familiar, and the coin that was rolling on the table was even more familiar, it was a raw ding!