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Zhu Jishi didn't feel a little tired until late at night. When he returned to the house, he lay on the bed with his clothes on for a while. Naturally, he didn't fall asleep. He made some plans for his future, but felt that the road ahead was bleak. Then he took out his own clothes.

His iPhone 5 contains photos of Ye Yiren and his family members in his hometown. Zhu Jishi turned on his phone, called up these photos and looked at them again and again until the low battery signal came on on the phone screen, and he reluctantly turned off the phone.

. He doesn’t have such a rare thing as a solar charging board. Ye Yiren’s backpack does have a charger that can be used for iPhone 5, but the generator has not been invented yet in this era...

When he thought that the next time he would "see" his relatives would probably be decades later, Zhu Jishi's tears fell like broken pearls. He cried for half the night and didn't cry until dawn the next day.

He stopped and went to the restaurant downstairs to have some breakfast with red eyes.

"Jason, are you okay?" The countess, who had changed into a royal blue dress, looked at Zhu Jishi, whose eyes were red, and asked softly.

"No, it's okay... By the way, is Mr. Churchill okay? Why didn't you see Dr. Bronstein?" Zhu Jishi smiled awkwardly and changed the subject.

"Robert is recovering well. Early this morning, Blenheim Palace sent a carriage to pick him up. Dr. Bronstein accompanied him." The countess took out a 20-pound note and handed it to him.

Zhu Jishi came forward and said with a smile: "Robert paid 100 pounds for the consultation, Dr. Bronstein took 50 pounds, and the rest is yours."

Last night, the Countess had advanced 30 pounds to Zhu Jishi in advance, and the 20 pounds was just settled.

"Thank you, Countess." Zhu Jishi put away the pound and smiled gratefully at the Countess.

"Call me Isabel." The countess seemed to have a good impression of Zhu Jishi, but it was unknown to Zhu Jishi that she had a good impression of this troublesome woman who attracted Fatty Qiu and Will Heming to a duel.

A blessing or a curse?

But it was not Zhu Jishi's usual style to reject beautiful women thousands of miles away. After this breakfast, he felt that his relationship with the countess had become much closer and seemed a little warmer.

After breakfast, the countess' butler, a fat old man named Ababernel, had already prepared the carriage. Contrary to Bronstein, who looked a bit slovenly, the fat old man looked very neat, with spotless clothes and hair and beard.

It was very neatly manicured. The coachman was also served by Ababurnel. The countess's carriage was a little old, but it was very comfortable to sit in. The carriage was cleaned very clean and perfumed. The countess also accompanied Zhu Jishi as promised.

Going to London, the two of them sat across from each other in a small carriage carriage. They talked and laughed along the way. Zhu Jishi, who was accompanied by a beautiful woman, seemed to have temporarily forgotten the pain of homesickness and seemed quite comfortable.

…

The smell of feces came in through the window of the carriage. Zhu Jishi couldn't help but lift the curtains and took a look outside the car. The streets were full of vendors setting up stalls doing small business and pedestrians dressed in very dishonorable clothes.

There are also beggars in ragged clothes.

On both sides of the street, vegetables, meat, fruits, old clothes, stinky leather boots and all kinds of other weird things were scattered everywhere. The next thing Zhu Jishi saw was garbage, feces and flowing water everywhere.

Sewage ditch with brown liquid.

The sounds of English hawking and bargaining lingered in his ears, making it very noisy. Looking up into the distance, the sky in London, the capital of the British Empire in 1842, was gray in color, with no trace of blue sky and white clouds at all, as if shrouded in the boundless

In the haze, you can vaguely see countless chimneys spewing smoke.

There were many horse-drawn carriages going back and forth on the street, so the speed was not very fast and they moved forward slowly. Zhu Jishi continued to observe London in 1842. This city was really different from the London in his impression.

He found that there were many children wandering on the street, and some of the vendors setting up stalls were not adults. He frowned and asked the countess who was riding with him: "Are those children already out of school?"

What answered him was Countess Isabelle Deneuve's long sigh: "They are all children of poor people! Where do they get the money to go to school? If they are older, they will work as child labor in factories. If they are more beautiful, they will go to the fireworks alley.

If nothing happens, they will all become the dregs of society in the future. Some lucky ones may find a shortcut to the upper class..."

"Don't the government care? Shouldn't the government help them?"

Isabelle Deneuve frowned slightly and looked at Zhu Jishi, as if sizing up an alien, "Will your Russian tsarist government care about the life and death of serfs?"

"Well... the Russian government is relatively poor." Zhu Jishi smiled awkwardly and thought to himself: "Isn't the Romanov dynasty reactionary? Of course they don't care about the serfs, but the British Empire doesn't claim to be a democratic constitutional government, so how can they ignore it?

What about the life and death of working people?”

"In the words of those high-ranking people in the Olmark Club, taxpayers' money is not used to support lazy people and social scum!" Isabelle Deneuve shook her head and said in a low voice: "Although the British government every year

The fiscal revenue of 90 million pounds is contributed by taxpayers, but it has nothing to do with the poor people outside, so why should we serve them?"

Zhu Jishi was stunned again and again, "Isn't the ruling party afraid that the poor will vote for the opposition party in the next election?"

"What do you mean?" This time it was Isabelle Deneuve's turn to be stunned. "How can poor people have the right to vote? Only citizens whose taxes exceed a certain limit have the right to vote. There are only more than 200,000 such people in the UK.

, Jason...you don’t even have this basic common sense, do you?”

Really not! Zhu Jishi has never studied history seriously, so he does not know that Britain in 1842 was not a democratic country, but a country that implemented a bourgeois dictatorship system. The poor did not have the right to vote, although they were agitated by the socialists

We held petitions and marches to fight for the democratic rights of one person, one vote...

However, Zhu Jishi did not dare to continue to inquire about the reactionary nature of democratic constitutionalism after being told this by the countess... It cannot be said to be reactionary, because now Marx and Engels both support the Chartist movement to fight for universal suffrage for the working people of Britain! So!

In 1842, democratic constitutionalism definitely represented the universal value of the tide of social development. Otherwise, Marx and Engels would have been wrong! Only with the progress of the times, will democratic constitutionalism in the 21st world become a system that disrupts social order?

Reactionary political system…

In short, Zhu Jishi did not dare to discuss the issue of democratic constitutionalism with the countess. Instead, he opened the car curtains from time to time and looked around, continuing to observe the imperial capital that looked like a trash can and the sun never set.

The carriage meandered all the way and soon reached the Tower Bridge. However, it was not the suspension bridge with two granite square main towers in later generations, but a wooden bridge that looked quite old. The Tower Bridge was also very crowded.

The carriage moved slowly, almost slower than walking. But it was convenient for Zhu Jishi to enjoy the scenery of the Thames River. A black, pungent-smelling river really couldn't match the beautiful scenery. Both sides of the Thames River

There are many chimneys, and I don’t know how many factories are discharging sewage into the Thames River day and night. On the river, there are many sails and rafts, and there are many wooden sailboats crowded in the Thames River.

Inside. However, Zhu Jishi knew nothing about the history of ships. Naturally, he couldn't tell what models these sailboats were. He was just watching the fun.

After crossing the Tower Bridge and arriving at the south bank of the Thames, we crossed a railway line. The flow of cars and people seemed to have suddenly decreased, the streets were much wider and cleaner, and there were no vendors setting up street stalls. The houses on both sides of the road were also much more refined.
Chapter completed!