In London, England, I don't know if it's chic and comfortable or anxious. Here, I shut myself in my room during the day, constantly checking the ancient books that my uncle had sent me, hoping to find a clue, but I was never able to do so. At night, I would sit in the courtyard, looking up at the sky, my mind blank.

What have I discovered in these three months? What did you get?

I kept asking myself, but I couldn't find anything about me that I had gained over the past three months. Three months of idleness had drained me of all my possessions, and I had to think about how I could continue to live at Ingle's Farm. Because, if I am kicked out of the farm by the owner of the farm, I will not even have the only chance to find Jimir!

I've got to find a job to do.

Just, what's the right job for me?

"Hi man. Why did you come out in broad daylight?" To my right, a middle-aged man with a white beard and a western cowboy hat said to me.

His name was Ham, and he was the owner of the farm.

Because before, Ham couldn't see me go out during the day, and this time he was a little curious when he saw me going out during the day, so he put down his work and asked what happened.

I smiled and said to Ham, "Mr. Ham, do you have a job here that suits me?"

"What did you say?" Ham was surprised to hear me, "Oh man, I heard you right, did I?" Are you going to ask me for work?"

"yes!" Without hesitation, I replied to Ham's words, "Look at my size, is there a job that suits me?"

I gestured to my side and looked at Ham with a sincere expression.

I don't know if I was moved by my sincerity, Ham hesitated for a moment and nodded, "That's it, my assistant Sam went back to his hometown the day before yesterday, and he has to go home for a month this time." Why don't you start with me as an assistant this month, do you think that's okay? Mr. Walker. ”

Walker is the name I use in England, so here, both my friends and my enemies call me Mr. Walker.

Naturally, I agreed 100% with Ham's suggestion. You know, if I go to the farmland to do some physical work, I may not be able to eat. Nowadays, working as an assistant to the owner of the farm is much easier and simpler. What more could I ask for from me, a "poor egg" who is about to run out of ammunition?

I readily agreed to Ham's offer, and my gloomy mood was immediately released. Not only because I found a job, but also because I had another month to find Jimir.

Actually, I asked Ham about Jimir when I first arrived, but as the owner of the farm, Ham told me with certainty that he hadn't heard of Jimir as a person, and I was very disappointed. For this reason, I called my uncle to ask him, but he told me very firmly on the other end of the phone that the person I was looking for was Jimir. He told me to be patient, and if I was patient, I would find it.

However, I have been patiently searching for three months, and I still have not found Jimir. I really don't know what kind of mood he will feel when he is an uncle.

"Man," Ham said abruptly back, turning to me, "when are you going to start work?"

The British are really gentlemanly, and the boss asks employees to go to work so politely, which makes me, a native Chinese, feel weird and embarrassed.

I rubbed the back of my head awkwardly and said, "If I could, I could go to work right now." ”

"Don't you have to study your book?" Ham asked with a smile.

These days, I've been hiding in my room during the day studying ancient books, and Ham knows that. So, when I wanted to go to work with him right now, he would be surprised and ask me if I wanted to read.

I was also extremely embarrassed about this, after all, all of a sudden, asking others to help me find a job was mostly because I ran out of money. I don't think the clever Englishman Ham would have been unaware of this. It's just that he didn't stab him in front of him because of his feelings.

"No," I barely picked up Ham's words, "I've been locked in my room for three months, and I'm going to have to follow you to get some fresh air." ”

"Do you know how to drive?" Ham pulled a bunch of car keys out of his pocket and gave them to me.

I nodded.

Ham tossed me the car keys and said with a smile, "Man, you go get my car and go to the city with me." ”

"Okay." I took the keys and ran to a JEEP SUV parked not far away, got into the car and drove out of the small courtyard.

At this moment, Mr. Ham came out of his room with a small cardboard box in his hand, and I immediately stepped forward to take the small cardboard box and put it in the back seat.

"I didn't expect you to be a little man, but you're still quite clever." Mr. Ham was full of praise for my performance.

"Thank you," I smiled, "and it is my pleasure to serve Mr. Ham." ”

Mr. Ham got into the driver's seat, and I followed in the passenger seat.

With the sound of a whistle, the JEEP car sped forward.

In the car, Mr. Ham asked me, "You are a Chinese, why do you come from thousands of miles to my small farm?"

I smiled and replied, "I'm tired and want to come here to relax." "I didn't tell Ham the truth because I knew he wouldn't necessarily believe me even if I told him. Moreover, the trouble I am in now is extremely intractable, and the less people know about it, the better. For Ham, the less he knows, the better it will be for him.

"My great-grandfather has been to your China before." Ham said suddenly.

"Oh?" I was a little surprised.

Ham smiled and said, "I know why you're so surprised why my great-grandfather went to China?" Actually, I don't know if you remember, at the end of the last century, your Qing Dynasty government in China"

Before Ham could finish speaking, it dawned on me.

"I see," I interrupted Ham, "you're talking about the Eight-Nation Alliance's war of aggression against China, right?" Are you saying that great-grandfather also participated in that criminal war of aggression against China?"

My tone was a little sad and angry, and the momentum was a little aggressive.

"Mr. Walker," Ham explained, "don't worry, I know that you, as a Chinese, must be very angry about the war of aggression against China." Actually, I'm angry too! That's what the barbarians do. But you have to believe me, my great-grandfather, he was also angry about this damn war. I am very responsible to tell you that he has been in a deep self-blame since returning to China, and he died of illness because of self-blame."

Ham didn't finish his sentence, tears already glistening in the corners of his eyes.

It was evident that he missed his great-grandfather.

"I'm sorry," I said to Ham, "I shouldn't have done that, after all, it's been more than a hundred years. I am not angry because your grandfather participated in the war of aggression against China, in fact, I am sad for the weakness of my motherland back then. I'm sorry, Mr. Ham. ”