In the end, it took Julie an ignorant girl who has not experienced the baptism of millions of words of online novels to read this "Detective Watson - The Murder of a Retired Paint Merchant" all night.

Rubbing her sore eyes, the girl found that the window had turned slightly white.

The primitive electric light had already been invented in this era.

However, due to the immaturity of vacuum technology, inert gas filling technology has not yet sprouted, resulting in a very short and expensive lamp life at this time.

Naturally, Julie didn't care that she had broken a few light bulbs.

She closed the magazine with a longing look on her face.

The resourceful Chinese detective, with an honest British assistant, solves one crime mystery after another on the streets of London, like a walking grim reaper.

How fascinating!

Julie even has a little envy of the Japanese girl named Mao Lilan.

Speaking of which, his best friend eloped with a young Chinese scholar, and I really can't see that the usually ladylike and sensible Lena will be so decisive in the face of love.

Speaking of which, their lives may be very difficult, and this novel may be able to bring them warmth and hope.

With this in mind, Julie picked up the letter and began to carefully copy the novel word by word.

As for the original, Julie is reluctant to give it to her best friend, she has to keep it away.

It took Julie more than half a day to copy the novel and give it to her maid.

The manuscript will be sent to Liana and her illlegitimate husband along with $50.

After doing all this, Julie suddenly felt a sense of emptiness.

It's strange that this is not the first time that I have been grounded by my father, and even if I count the ants on the windowsill, I won't feel such emptiness.

After thinking about it, Julie realized that no matter what she was doing, all she could think of was the mysterious Chinese detective.

She wanted to know the story behind it.

"Damn Yellow Crane!"

Julie couldn't help but complain.

Why did this writer named Huang He only write 100,000 words, why not write a little more?

Could it be because of the money?

If I pay for him, can I get him updated faster?

Julie couldn't help but have such a thought in her heart.

……

Looking at a large wagon of mail from Prash, Zhu Fugui was stunned.

He didn't expect that readers in this era would be so enthusiastic that they would send so many letters to the "Science Monthly".

Out of respect for the great writer and the writer Mr. Huang He, who can lay golden eggs, the magazine did not dare to slack off and funded the forwarding of these emails in their original form.

At the same time, he also tactfully hinted that he hoped that Mr. Huang He would send the next manuscript as soon as possible.

opened a few letters casually, and Zhu Fugui found that they were basically urging changes, and then threw them away.

Don't send blades to urge changes?

This is too indifferent to me.

In fact, Zhu Fugui had better send them bullets to themselves, one thousand each, and the ammunition for their troops would be gone.

Just when Zhu Fugui was about to order someone to burn all these talismans, suddenly he saw a letter from the side, because the long-distance transportation had been a little loose, and a green corner was exposed inside.

Zhu Fugui doesn't like the United States, but he won't get along with the dollar.

Picked up the envelope, which contained a total of $30.

$30 is not a small amount.

According to official statistics, the dollar has depreciated more than 30 times in 160 years, using gold as a reference.

In other words, this $30 is equivalent to six or seven thousand dollars in the next life, which is almost a silver alliance.

This made Zhu Fugui speechless, he couldn't imagine that he would have such a day.

The letter has only one address, but it is not signed, and the handwriting appears to be that of a woman.

Zhu Fugui asked the guards to carefully check the letter pile to see if there were any fish that slipped through the net.

As a result, I really found a few more people who sent money or small gifts.

None of them were worth more than $30, though.

Zhu Fugui took out these letters and ordered the old eunuch Li to keep them well, and he would reply to them one by one if he had time.

Today he has more important things to do.

……

Xia Zhixin has been awake for several days.

With the help of supportive care and antibiotics, his life was pulled out of the door.

At this time, he was lying on the iron frame lifting hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

The braid at the back of his head had been cut off in a coma.

According to the nurse, the ward must be kept clean and tidy, and his big braids have a lot of bacteria, even fleas and head lice, which must be disposed of.

Xia Zhixin has no resentment about this.

Looking at the almost spotless room, the white as new bedding, Xia Zhixin knew that what they said might be the truth.

But does the demon girl of the White Lotus Sect still need a reason to cut her braids?

Since the moment he decided to go to Citigroup to find his son, Xia Zhixin had no intention of returning to his homeland alive.

He won the fame of Xiucai very early, and he did not go further in the imperial examination for many years.

Over the years, Xia Zhixin has been studying in his hometown in Houguan County, Fujian, while opening a museum to teach some children to learn.

Although he is a teacher, he is not the kind of pedantic reader.

On the contrary, he encouraged the students to walk and see more, and at the same time, they should not underestimate those foreigners who came from all over the sea.

Out of keen intuition, Xia Zhixin vaguely felt that the great changes in Huaxia were probably just around the corner.

Such a notion can be regarded as deviant in this day and age.

However, Xia Zhixin only subtly revealed some of it, and some perceptive children would understand.

In particular, a child named Yan Zongguang is highly knowledgeable and active in thinking, and many opinions are quite inspiring to him.

But Xia Zhixin never expected that this Yan family elder was just a theoretical school, while his own son was a practical school!

Last year, Xia Minzhong, who was 16 years old at the time, did not go well in the imperial examination, and proposed to go to Shanghai to see what his father called Western learning, and Xia Zhixin agreed.

I never thought that if I went, there would be no return date.

Thinking of the words "children are not filial" written in blood on the letter sent back by his son from Shanghai that day, Xia Zhixin couldn't help but burst into tears.

At this moment, the door to the ward was creaked open.

A young man carrying a food box walked in with a smile: "Mr. Xia, it's still early today, why don't you sleep for a while?" ”

"It's Brother Mo here!"

Xia Zhixin quietly wiped away his tears and said with a smile, "Thanks to you this time, otherwise my old bones would have broken in the sea." ”

Mo Bai shook his head and said: "I have nothing to thank, it is our Emperor Ming who should be thanked!" ”

"Emperor Ming?"

Xia Zhixin shook his head, and said in his heart, this White Lotus Demon is really retro.

After more than 200 years of anti-Qing and Ming restoration, can't you change your tricks?

However, the clan power in the mountainous areas of Fujian is strong, and the ancient genealogical books are relatively intact.

Xia Zhixin, who has read the records of his ancestors, is not hostile to the Great Qing Kingdom, but he is not foolish and loyal.

Since this White Lotus Sect has saved his life, Xia Zhixin will not slander him.

It's just that he has no confidence in whether this kind of side-of-the-road can succeed in Citigroup.

But no matter what, Xia Zhixin still has to mention a thing or two about this little brother who is the same age as his son.

"Little brother of the Mo family, the people here are not embarrassed by you, right?" He asked.

"Embarrassed? Oh, yes, Master Feng of the Ministry of Rites has tested our official dialect, handwriting, and arithmetic......"

Mo Bai scratched his head embarrassedly, "I can't rap it, I can't even write my own name wrong, as for arithmetic...... In short, he was beaten three C-class in the end...... If it is Mr. Xia, he must be a top three talent! ”

"Clams?"

Xia Zhixin was stunned, the White Lotus Sect still took this test? Is the threshold for engaging in cults so high now?

"Ahh

Mo Bai patted his head and suddenly said, "The head nurse of Fang Cai Muya came to me and said, Mr. Xia, your body has basically recovered, let me take you to take a bath, sanitize, and vaccinate!" After going through this process, you can catch up with the welcome party rehearsed by Da Ming Long Live in the evening! ”

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