When he woke up from his slumber, the faint morning light cast into the gap in the curtains, which made him subconsciously squint his eyes.

Where am I?

Zhang Huaisheng struggled to open his eyes, and some blurred eyes like out-of-focus cameras gradually became clear.

The clarity of the dust in the air was a little surprising to him, considering that he had been wearing glasses for almost a decade.

In front of me is a one-and-a-half-meter-long desk, covered with a layer of glass plates, in the mezzanine of the glass plates, sandwiched a strange photo, and a... Schedule?

Morning: Basic English Tutorial

English Extensive Reading Tutorial

Afternoon: Presentation

Seminars

...

"Is this a language major?"

He carefully studied the timetable, skimmed it, and then turned his gaze to the photo next to him.

In the photo, it is a boy with a familiar face, wearing a black trench coat, a white shirt under it, a fisherman's hat, and a bright smile hugging the red-haired girl next to him.

The girl's smile was youthful, her face was a little freckled, she was wearing a khaki tweed coat, and the bird was cowering in the boy's arms.

"Isn't this man me? It's just a little smaller than me. ”

"But why don't I remember when I was younger, I hooked up with a red-haired girl?"

"Also, didn't I study Chinese language and literature in college, why did I still study English?"

Yes!

Zhang Huaisheng held his head, and his body was wooden and weak for not knowing how long he had been sitting in the chair.

The feeling of boredom in his chest made him want to sweep everything in front of him.

Countless fragments of scattered and messy memories rushed and revived in his mind like a torrent.

Zhang Huaisheng, whose name is Jinyu, is a 19-year-old British student sent by the Donghua Empire, majoring in English at the University of Edinburgh, and is a third-year student.

His father was a tax officer of the General Administration of Customs of the Donghua Empire, one of the representatives of the Donghua Empire's reformers, and his mother was also a lady from a scholarly family.

Originally, the family was well-off, and the future was bright.

But not long before the bad news, there was a coup d'état in the Donghua Empire, and Hui Zheng Lafayette returned to the government, wantonly arrested reformist officials, and his family was arrested and beheaded.

If he hadn't been far away, he wouldn't have escaped this catastrophe.

But although he escaped, his tuition and living expenses are also gone, he is a son who is not diligent and does not distinguish between grains, in this foreign country, where can he survive alone?

borrowed wine to kill his sorrows, drunk and fell in front of the table, and he actually died like this.

"It's really crossed."

"The current age is... Roughly equivalent to the beginning of the twentieth century in a previous life? But the people of this world have distorted the technology tree, and instead of entering the era of electrification, they are riding the dust on steam technology. ”

Zhang Huaisheng tried to stand up, but before his numb legs could protest, the intense dizziness forced him to sit back down.

The stomach is very sore, and I can't lift the slightest strength in my body.

"I'm hungry."

"How many days has this guy not eaten?"

Zhang Huaisheng endured the pain in his body, tried several times, and finally barely stood up.

Following the direction indicated in his memory, he leaned against the wall and groped for the cabinet in the corner.

Fingers trembled and probed up and down.

Empty jars, empty jars, all empty jars!

Didn't this drunkard, who died young, know how to stock up on food?

He clutched his stomach, his salivary glands secreting rapidly from the illusion that "dinner was about to start".

"Eat."

"Eat."

"Whatever it is."

Zhang Huaisheng subconsciously muttered in his mouth, and accidentally kicked over a bunch of glass wine bottles under his feet, almost tripping him to the ground.

He didn't bother to set the bottles in place, and groped his way from the cupboard to the kitchen.

Searched for a long time.

Finally, he found a potato still stained with mud in the sack in the corner.

He swore he had never looked so closely at something like a potato, a fist-sized potato full of sprouts that could be poisoned if eaten.

"It's better than starving."

Zhang Huaisheng subconsciously whispered, and took out a dinner knife from the cupboard, and cut off the sprouts on the potatoes one by one, cutting them very carefully, for fear of wasting a little.

Then, he took the tap water mixed with sediment in a small iron pot, put it on the gas stove, and unscrewed it.

Didi-drip-it was the gas meter on the wall.

Remind him that it's time to pay.

It was just a hint, and it didn't cut off his gas directly, proving that there should still be a few pennies of copper in it.

The flame on the stove is still strong.

Zhang Huaisheng sprinkled the last bit of salt from the spice box into the pot and waited for the water to boil.

Saliva is secreting rapidly.

He began to understand why there was such a thing as eating a child in history, because hunger really destroys one's sanity.

Human addiction to food is far stronger than tobacco and the like.

Gollum –

The water is boiling, and a faint aroma comes out.

Zhang Huaisheng held back and waited a little longer, hoping that the hot water could decompose as many toxins as possible.

Although he was out of the way, he was still a person who cherished his life in the end.

When the lid of the pot was almost up, he scooped up the potatoes with a spoon.

Peeling off the hot potatoes, Zhang Huaisheng didn't care about burning his mouth, and stuffed it into his mouth, the sticky potatoes with that hint of saltiness tasted unexpectedly delicious.

In just a few bites, a fist-sized potato was stuffed into his mouth, and he choked a little, but he didn't want to drink water at all, he just wanted to eat more potatoes.

Zhang Huaisheng rubbed his stomach and thought a little sadly: "If the crossing is still divided into three, six, nine and so on, I should be the inferior, right?" ”

He forced himself to fill his stomach with some water, barely enough to fill himself, and then sat back down at the table, and then he was in the mood to think about what had happened to him.

First of all, I have crossed over, and I must be right.

It can't be a trick or something, or a dream!

He tried to remember what he had been doing before he crossed over.

But the negative emotions that kept emerging, such as "my father and mother died so miserably", "I am so sad", and "Teresa actually abandoned me", made it difficult for him to settle down and think.

"Shut up!"

"You can't do anything but drink all day long, and you can't do anything!"

My mind was instantly clear.

Zhang Huaisheng rearranged his thoughts:

Before I crossed, I should have just finished the company team building and was driving home, and then it seemed that there was a car accident... I don't think I've been drinking, and a cautious person like me wouldn't do anything like drunk driving.

It's just that the details are no longer clear.

Forget it, none of that matters.

The important thing is that he has crossed over to a person who is a "wanted criminal", wandering in a foreign land and about to starve to death.

The former excludes itself from the group of international students, and the latter excludes itself from the group of foreigners.

Fortunately, I learned English well, and I didn't fall to the point where I didn't even understand the language.

He rummaged through all his pockets.

Eventually, to his dismay, he found that he had in his pocket only twelve penny copper coins bearing the image of King George V holding a trident, which added up to exactly one shilling, equivalent to one-twentieth of a pound.

As far back as I can remember, I could only buy half a bag of flour or a shirt at the McChant Garment Shop.

It may sound like he can last a few days, but the problem is that the apartment he rented, near the University of Edinburgh, cost six shillings a week!

He looked through his closet and pulled out a double-breasted tuxedo with a gold brooch with a black enamel pin pinned to the chest.

This was specially ordered by a dress master in order to participate in the school dance, and the Scottish girl named Teresa was attracted to him and became his girlfriend.

It seems that he really had some feelings for that foreign woman, even when he was most embarrassed, the original body was not willing to sell.

"This kind of second-hand clothes can only be sold to those who have just entered the middle class and are shy in their pockets, and it is impossible for a truly decent rich person to buy a second-hand dress."

It's a pity that when the predecessor of this dress was bought, it cost a full pound, but if it was sold, not counting the brooch, it could only be sold for two or three shillings at most.

This is the luxury of this era, which does not hold its value at all.

Suddenly there was a noise outside the window.

The messy footsteps seemed to have rioted, someone shouted loudly, followed by countless people raising their arms and shouting, and the sound was empty.

In a language that was familiar but not understood.

He leaned against the window, pulled back the corner of the curtain, and looked out onto Birmingham Boulevard.

It was a very large procession, waving their arms high, and led by a leader in a tweed jacket and checkered skirt in front of them, walked down Birmingham Avenue and looked like they were going to Victoria Street.

"It's in... Parade? ”

This is a rare scene, whether it is in a previous life or in this life, it is the first time to see it.

"They should speak Gaelic language, that is, Teresa, the language of the good people of the previous generation, no wonder it sounds familiar."

Since Gaelic is a Celtic language, it is the same as the Irish, Cornish, Welsh, and Breton languages, and even after countless years of assimilation, it is still very different from English.

(In reality, at the beginning of the 20th century, the Gaelic language was on the verge of extinction.) ）

The foreign girlfriend named Teresa before the original body rarely speaks Gaelic language, and the language used to communicate with Zhang Huaisheng is Scottish.

It was a language so heavily influenced by the English language that it was no longer inaudible and could almost be called a dialect of English.

At this moment, the neat shouts of the people seemed to be choked and became messy, mixed with panic or angry tones, and the procession fell into chaos.

Zhang Huaisheng looked at it for a long time, and finally found the cause of the incident.

At both ends of Birmingham Boulevard, armed police lined up in two columns, holding square shields in the front, advancing like a wall, compressing the space of the procession bit by bit.

"Listen, those who have come forward, your actions have violated the supreme constitution of the United Kingdom, and now disperse immediately, or we will resort to coercive measures including, but not limited to, force."

The officer, dressed in a yellow military uniform and holding a brass horn, said in a fierce voice.

There was a commotion in the procession, and they all looked at the leader, who showed no intention of flinching, raised his hands, raised his arms, and shouted a short word that was probably the name of a person.

It was a word that seemed to give the marching masses unlimited power.

Suddenly, the ranks boiled and rushed towards the ranks of the military and police like a tide.

The military police did not relent, and the front ranks dispersed in an orderly manner, making way for a passage, and sent a group of military policemen with batons in their hands, led by the officers, to rush into the crowd.

Zhang Huaisheng originally looked lively and quite interesting, but when he saw the baton smashed into people's faces covered with blood and brains, his face suddenly changed.

Bang –

I don't know who fired the first shot, and the military police immediately launched a return fire.

As the conflict escalated, Birmingham Avenue plunged into purgatory on earth.

The screams of human beings were heard endlessly.

Zhang Huaisheng suddenly lost his interest in watching the excitement, tightened the curtains, and looked sad, human life in this era is really worthless - and this is still Britain's own people.

He sat back down at his desk, ignoring the noise outside the window, and instead took out his pen and wrote and drew on the paper.

There are still two days left until the rent is settled, so I will sell my dress and brooch today and make up a sum of money, I need a job, whether decent or not, at least to support my job.

As for moving to a slum to save on rent, it's better not to do it unless it's necessary.

The same is true for Birmingham Boulevard, let alone elsewhere.

Neither he nor his original body has ever practiced martial arts, and if he lives in a slum with a very low level of security, he is afraid that he will die the next day.

Connections left by the original body before...... There are no connections at all!

In the Chinese community, he has become a wanted criminal, like a plague, and he is afraid to avoid it.

In the eyes of the British, even low-class Scots, like Teresa, as soon as they heard that they had no money, they immediately avoided the majority, let alone receiving help.

The Scots belong to a regional name, and the Gaelic people are also classified as Scots.

"Well, let's go out and have a look, even if you can't find a job, you have to buy some food to store first."

Thinking of this, Zhang Huaisheng took off the fisherman's hat in the closet, put it on his head, put the dress and brooch into a paper bag, and walked out the back door of the apartment, avoiding the conflict that was taking place on Birmingham Avenue.