Edinburgh.

Genius dawned, and the Celtic city began to experience the worst weather as ever.

Downey wore a thick trench coat and walked through the dense rain curtain through several streets before knocking on the door of a rather imposing house.

The door was opened by a well-dressed maid.

Downey could tell at a glance that she was his fellow Celtic.

"The host is not at home, he had a lecture at the University of Edinburgh last night and will not be back until this afternoon."

The maid said respectfully, "But when he left, he said that a gentleman with a cuckold would come to visit, and that I would invite you in for a cup of tea." ”

Downey nodded stiffly, then carefully wiped the muddy water off his boots from the blanket at the door.

The blanket is indiscernible in texture, but it is very strong.

Downey felt that he was stronger than the best blankets in Scotland and must be worth a lot of money.

But it was such a valuable blanket, but it was only placed at the door to shine shoes.

If he hadn't experienced life in the Olympic Village, Downey would have thought that the owner of the village was crazy.

But now Donnie knows that on the other side of the ocean, there are tens of millions of such madmen.

Or rather, the local tyrants.

The abundance of Daming left a deep impression on Donnie.

That's the abundance that belongs to ordinary people.

Instead of London, outside the lavish palaces, separated by several streets, there may be slums overflowing with sewage, rubbish, and even corpses.

As for feces, Downey assures that even in front of Buckingham Palace, you can find it if you look closely.

But all this is completely non-existent in Daming.

Downey sat in a wooden chair, reminiscing about what he had seen and heard in North America.

After receiving the cordial greetings from the Ming Liang Sect, Donnie had the idea of going out to see what kind of country the Ming Dynasty was.

He used his old job to "take" some money from his hospitalized teammates.

With this money, Downey took the Daming fast rail to visit several Daming cities.

He was shocked to find that in Daming, there really seemed to be no poor people......

Of course, there are also relatively poor people.

Downey heard that there were grassroots civil servants in the Ming Kingdom wearing soap clothes, who beat and forced poor households to work with their "spiritual injection sticks", and called them lazy dogs.

This was stated by Mr. Haji, a civil servant, a member of the Duke of Churchill's staff.

He told the story in the most eerie tone, emphasizing the brutality of the Akito to set off Her Majesty's benevolence in making them professional footballers.

But as an Irishman, Downey would love to tell Hagee that if I could, I would also like to be a lazy dog of the Ming Kingdom.

Compared with the poor people in Ireland, the poor people of the Ming Kingdom cannot be called "poor households" at all!

No, even the freedmen of Ireland were not so rich.

These "poor households" in the Ming Kingdom received 33 pounds of grain or flour, 1 pound of meat, 1 pound of eggs, 0.3 pounds of milk or dairy products, 0.3 pounds of vegetable oil, and basic clothing and heating supplies per month as long as they participated in collective labor and met the target.

If it is an elderly person or a disabled person who has lost the ability to work, he will also receive half of the supplies.

This information is absolutely true.

Because this is what Donnie heard about from a white slave at the New Lu Nickel Mine.

White Slave ......

The word gave Donnie a chiller at first.

But when the Irish fellow carefully explained the policy of the Ming Kingdom, Downey found that being a white slave didn't seem so miserable.

They work in the mining industry and enjoy free phlebotomy every six months.

They are also regularly examined by a part-time veterinarian.

There will be enough potatoes, sweet potatoes, chickpeas, coarse bread for three meals a day, and even chicken and watermelon every week.

As far as the work itself is concerned, although it is much more dangerous than that of Chinese workers, in fact, because of the advanced underground equipment of the Ming Kingdom, the strict risk early warning system, and even the superb medical level of the part-time veterinarians......

Let's put it this way, according to the old white slave, he has everything except that he has no freedom.

The mortality rate of a slave in the Ming Dynasty was much lower than that of an industrial worker in Chicago or Manchester for the Anglo-Saxon capitalists.

The old white slave invited Donnie for a drink, and then half-jokingly told him that if one day there was another disaster in Ireland, it would be better to come to Daming as a slave laborer than to believe in the rescue of the British.

With that, he drank all the inferior barley wine and hurried home.

This is just a routine release time every month, and if you delay the return time, you will be whipped.

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After being nearly captured as a white slave, Donnie continues his journey.

He found that what the old white slave said seemed to be true.

Also, there is no need for him to deceive his compatriots thousands of miles away.

The poor people of Daming are really eating high-quality high-gluten wheat flour.

And the poor people of Ireland don't even have land to eat.

Such a strong contrast made Donnie feel congested.

The British's revenues were much higher than those of the Ming government, and if there had been even one ten-thousandth of mercy in their eyes, and if every hungry Irish man had been given 10 pounds of rye coarse bread a month, the disaster would not have happened.

Donnie thought of his mother and siblings who had starved to death.

In addition to food, Donnie also found that in Daming, even the poorest families had decent housing.

It is a type of building called "Chunfa Building".

It has the same name as the "Chunfa No. 1" potato he obtained, which was given by the Ming Khan.

Downey guessed that "Spring Hair" must be an amazing person.

He was a great agriculturist, a great architect and engineer, and a benevolent gentleman who was sympathetic to the poor and had unparalleled wisdom and contributions.

His design of Chun Fa Lou may not be comparable to those palatial villas, but it is far better than the slums.

In Ireland, the villas and mansions are all British, and only the slums belong to the Irish.

Donnie has had enough of it all.

Ireland had been enslaved by the British for too long, and it was time to change that.

With this in mind, Downey boarded a cruise ship back to Dublin.

It's just that there are already two more things in his arms.

A small bag of diploid "Chunfa No. 1" potato seeds.

An English version of "My Struggle" written by the Ming Khan himself.

Downey was a little ashamed, in fact, in the foreign trade bookstore, he saw a Gaelic version of "My Struggle".

Unfortunately, he knew that he didn't have the ability to read the Gaelic version now, so he had to buy the English version.

But Donnie vowed that one day, he would be able to speak Gaelic as fluently as the Ming Khan.

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