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Chapter 225: Surprise! (Thanks to the lord who gave the reward to the boss of Zemengsheng

Chapter 225 Shocking change! (Thanks to the lord who gave the reward to Mr. Zemengsheng!)

Because Elva, a very important village elder, was present.

Therefore, the replacement process of the carriage spindle was very smooth, and all the debugging was completed within half an hour.

Of course.

This also has a lot to do with Thomson’s willingness to pay:

The original price of such a spindle was about a pound, but Thomson doubled it for him, and bought it at a price of two pounds and one shilling.

To know.

In 1840, the income of ordinary British workers was about 15-20 shillings a week, and the monthly salary was almost a little more than the three British list.

Sterling, as a carpenter, earned just over £4 in the peak season, let alone the current off-season.

But Thomson is not purely taken advantage of - this time he left London with a mission, and the funds are naturally fully provided by Cambridge.

Not your own money.

Talking will not be so tight.

It's just a pity that they spent too much time on the way here. It won't be long before they enter Whitecomb Mountain at this time, and it is impossible to get out of the mountain before dark.

Thus, Thomson and Xu Yun could only stay in Mendi Solo Village for the night, and set off again tomorrow morning.

Fortunately, although Evar looks short, he has inherited the boldness of the Celtics.

He specially arranged three guest rooms for Thomson and Xu Yun. The rooms are fully equipped with futons and beds, as well as hot water and hot food.

Nothing to say all night.

Early the next morning.

Xu Yun and the three woke up as usual, packed their luggage and were ready to go.

At this time, Evar was already waiting outside the door.

Seeing the arrival of Thomson and Xu Yun, he first asked someone to open the gate of the village and let the carriage drive out smoothly.

Then he walked up to Thomson and asked with a smile:

"Mr. Thomson, did you sleep well yesterday?"

Thomson rubbed his neck, nodded heavily, and said:

"The room is very comfortable, thank you, Mr. Evar."

"It's just a little thing."

Evar waved his hand indifferently, a flash of memory flashed in his eyes, and he looked outside the village:

“Scotland is vast and sparsely populated. It is easy to get lost or encounter difficulties when going out alone. Especially in late autumn, the wild is even more dangerous.”

“I was injured when I went hunting when I was young, and I survived only with the help of another village.”

"So since then, if a traveler comes to ask for help, I will mostly help as much as I can."

Thomson nodded in agreement.

Although he is an Irishman, he moved to Scotland when he was seven years old.

During the critical growth period of life, what I received was the baptism of Scottish culture, and now it has the shape of Scotland.

So he is clear.

Although the Scots are fighting to the death with the English, the internal relationship is still very friendly.

Or it can be said that this is an instinct of human clustering.

Of course.

Except for Xiaoxiba and Xiaobaga.

Then Elva raised his head and glanced at the sky.

Compared to yesterday's clear sky, today's weather is a bit gloomy, and the sky is gray.

This kind of environment can be worth at least five points for reading comprehension in the Chinese test paper. Ask you about the role of weather description.

See this scenario.

Evar couldn't help looking at Thomson, and said with a trace of concern:

"Mr. Thomson, the weather seems a bit bad today, do you want to stay in the village for another day?"

Thomson was silent for a moment, but still shook his head.

If there is no task, he may be willing to stay for a day or two, but now is obviously not a good time to make friends:

"Sorry, Mr. Evar, the few of us are running out of time, we have to go."

"When I come back from England, I will definitely come to see you again, and then I will bring you a few bottles of good wine!"

Evar didn't force him anymore, and gave Thomson and the others a few jugs of wine and some air-dried meat strips, and waved goodbye after sending them several hundred meters away.

And just as Evar returned to the entrance of the village, he ran into a person head-on.

This is a big, stout man with a gray-brown scar on his forehead, which looks rather sinister.

This man's name is McCall, and his elder brother Kurtz is a well-known hunter in the village, who once hunted and killed grizzly bears.

However, a few years ago, the two brothers disliked the unstable money from hunting, so they borrowed a lot of money to buy a batch of goods, and went to Glasgow to do fur business.

As a result, the local wool merchant made a mess, and the two brothers lost their money after being cheated. Now they can only go back to their old business to pay off their debts.

Seeing McCall's anxious look, Evar stopped him quickly and asked:

"McCall, are you going out this early in the morning?"

Evar is a cadre elected by the village council and has the right to question people who enter and leave the village. McCall had no choice but to stop, raised the crossbow in his hand, and said:

"Well, I plan to go to the mountain to see if there is any prey."

"Hunting?"

Erva repeated in surprise, then thought of something, and continued to ask:

"What about Kurtz? I remember seeing him at the gaming table at noon yesterday, and I couldn't find anyone in the afternoon."

McCall's face froze slightly when he heard the words, and said falteringly:

"Brother went to the mountains yesterday to explore some places. We made an appointment to meet in the morning. Let alone Father Erva, the time is almost up, so I'm leaving!"

After McCall left.

Evar glanced at the gray sky, and the doubt in his eyes became heavier.

Go hunting in this weather?

When did these two brothers work so hard?

And the other side.

Thomson and others who left Mendi Solo Village did not know about the conversation at the gate of the village, nor did they know that a person in the village had disappeared for most of the day.

At this time, they were heading towards Whitecombe Mountain at full speed according to the original plan.

Scotland. Or in other words, although the British Isle where the United Kingdom is located is not small, it still belongs to the category of 'island', so there are not many mountains in its territory.

For example, the highest mountain in the entire United Kingdom is Ben Nevis in Scotland.

The height of this mountain is only 4406 feet, which is more than 1300 meters.

The local mountains with an altitude of more than 1,500 meters have a full three-digit number. If the marketing methods of Ben Nevis are mediocre in China, I am afraid that it is not even a famous mountain.

England's highest peak is like this, let alone Mount Whitecombe.

The highest peak of Whitecomb Mountain is about 570 meters above sea level, which is nearly half shorter than the highest peak of Xu Yun’s hometown, Guya Mountain.

Even if you look from the ground, you can still see the top of the mountain at a glance. Ahem, you can see the top of the mountain at a glance.

But Whitecombe Mountain is short, and its footprint is not small at all.

It is like a high wall from west to east, spanning between Edinburgh and Dumfries.

If you want to penetrate the second brother, you must pass through this barrier.

If not.

Thomson had already chosen to take a detour.

After more than an hour from the village of Mendisolo, the carriage arrived at the foot of Mount Whitecombe.

Thomson identified the map, then pointed to a winding mountain road, and said:

"We enter the mountain from here. This is the shortest way to cross the mountain. You can reach the other side by climbing over two side peaks."

"Our goal today is to pass through Mount Whitecombe, rest outside the mountain for one night, and arrive at the nearest outpost to Dumfries tomorrow."

Thomson and the others are currently in a delicate location, right at the border between England and Scotland, which is an absolutely sensitive area.

Although the two sides have not officially broken their faces, the vigilance between each other has become much stricter these days.

Dumfries Town at this time is actually somewhat similar to the "discussion field" in ancient China, and it is strictly regarded as an intermediate area.

So Scotland set up an outpost in the area between Dumfries Town and Mount Whitecombe, in which a squad belonging to the Royal Scottish Frontier Battalion was stationed.

There are fifty people in the team, and they are responsible for verifying the identities of business travelers.

corresponding.

In the area a little further south.

England is also stationed with a border patrol team of 50 people belonging to the 1st Battalion of Coldstream Guards.

These two outposts are somewhat similar to border checkpoints, forming a natural one-way passage with Waitcomb Mountain, which can only be avoided by detours of hundreds of miles-and in doing so, you may encounter other Outpost.

Therefore, these two outposts are also the only gathering points that Thomson will pass through in his plan.

Follow his plan.

After passing the Dumfries town post, he can put Xu Yun down and let him go along the road to Dumfries town.

As long as Xu Yun spends some money, he can find an English caravan in Dumfries Town and drop by. After all, the smuggling and investigation these days is for supplies, and a solo traveler can still pass by with money.

Actually.

In the original history.

Another three years.

At the camp of Dumfries Outpost, the largest military conflict between Britain and the Soviet Union in the 19th century will erupt.

The number of participants in the entire conflict was as many as 500, and the death toll was nearly 100.

Don't look at this number seems a bit small.

Students who know about border conflicts should know that before the official war begins, firearms are not allowed in border fights.

Most of them are hand-to-hand combat, with wooden sticks, and most of them are equipped with crossbow arrows.

In short, in this kind of border conflict without tearing faces, no one would dare to fire the first shot.

Flintlocks and other firearms, whoever takes the blame, is no exception at all times and in all over the world.

Therefore, the number of deaths of 90 people is indeed not a small number.

But Xu Yun is not a student of history after all, so he doesn't know the stories that happened in this area in history.

At this time, he was sitting leisurely in the front room of the carriage, watching the horse who seemed to be possessed by a donkey brother pull the carriage forward step by step.

"Luo Feng."

After walking for a while.

Will glanced at the carriage lightly, turned sideways, and said in a low voice:

"I asked Mr. Thomson last night. It is true that the empire has never fought against the dynasty on the land of China, but..."

Xu Yun glanced at him and asked:

"But what?"

"However, it is said that the dynasty is very decadent. It seems to be called what. Tartar invasion?"

Xu Yun was taken aback for a moment, and many thoughts flashed through his mind.

The Tatar invasion in Will’s mouth is obviously the Qing Dynasty, but it sounds different because of the pronunciation.

But the term Tatar invasion seems to be somewhat in line with historical facts unexpectedly?

That is to say

The world in the east should have developed as usual, and was not affected by Mavericks’ timeline, let alone be related to the copy of the Northern Song Dynasty.

It's just that Europe seems to have slowed down the aggression that was supposed to happen for some reason?

Think here.

Xu Yun couldn't help shaking his head slightly.

If the local area at this time is Daming Guozuo, it’s okay to say, maybe he will find a way to continue his life.

But now that the Qing Dynasty is still in power, he completely gave up the idea of saving it.

after all

That was an extremely corrupt alien dynasty.

Until it falls, a single spark cannot burn.

Although I don’t know why, there have been more and more online articles about wearing and not rebelling in recent years.

But for Xu Yun personally, he has no urge to help that country.

Besides, 1840 is considered a standard modern history. If you intervene rashly, it will easily trigger the punishment of historical nihilism.

so.

The country in the east, let it develop as usual.

As the saying goes.

No break, no stand.

Anyway, no matter how strong the sea wind blows from the west, it will never blow away the sun.

Therefore, what he should consider now is not the East, but what to do to stay with Thomson.

Think here.

Xu Yun couldn't help touching the inner pocket of his chest, is it really necessary to use that trump card?

I'm a bit reluctant

The pulling force of the Sharma is as high as five tons, so even though the mountain road is a bit winding, the carriage is still moving forward at a very stable speed.

The carriage entered the mountain for the third hour.

The first side peak passed.

The seventh hour.

The second side peak passed.

Finally around 3:30 in the afternoon.

The carriage passed through Whitecombe Mountain smoothly.

Then Thomson and his party rested for one night in a remote place at the foot of the mountain, without being disturbed by poisonous snakes, grizzly bears, Nie Xiaoqian or vampires.

Early the next morning.

After washing up, the group continued to set off.

Today's weather continues the gloom of yesterday, and it is even more depressing, as if a full ear is sitting towards you.

Just after the carriage drove for a little while, some movement suddenly appeared beside the official road.

唰—

Several Scottish soldiers suddenly appeared in the woods by the roadside, looking like they were possessed by the Viet Cong.

These soldiers all held flintlock guns in their hands, wore black leather boots, all white inner clothes, and red coats on their upper bodies.

is a very typical British military uniform. Historically, the British Army at this stage was called the Red Army.

Scotland is a member of the British regime. At this time, the army troops also continued the style of England in clothing, except for a slight difference in hats.

As for the famous Scottish kilt, it was still a cavalry uniform at this time, and it would not be popularized to the army until World War II—except for bagpipers and drummers.

Of course.

After a few years, the Boer War broke out, and the British would suffer a lot because of the red clothes:

In that war, the British army entered the battle with a 5:1 advantage in strength. As a result, it was too conspicuous in the jungle and was repeatedly attacked by unsubdued Boers.

The British who summed up their experience gave up the red military uniform they had worn for nearly 200 years and changed it to earth-colored jackets and trousers.

Incidentally.

Churchill was once captured as a war correspondent in this war, and later he escaped successfully

The line of sight returns to the original place.

There were seven Scottish sergeants who stopped the carriage. Soon, one of the middle-aged officers who looked like a leader came to the side of the carriage:

"Border inspection, gentlemen, where are you from?"

Thomson poked his head out of the carriage and said:

"Sir, we are from Edinburgh."

"Where to?"

"Stanford Bridge."

"Which way?"

"Sacred Flower Avenue."

"Stamford Bridge, is that in London?"

The middle-aged officer was slightly taken aback. He thought Thomson was a businessman who went to Dumfries to do business.

Going to the middle ground and going to England are two different concepts.

Now that the other party plans to go to London, his expression can't help but become more solemn, and he salutes again:

"Horse carriage crossing the border. Sir, do you carry official documents across the border?"

Thomson nodded, took out a roll of kraft paper from his body, and handed it over.

Before the emergence of driver's licenses and passports, the management and registration of identity in Europe was actually very loose.

For a long time, the church was responsible for coordinating identities, which is why there are so many badges of those families.

The kraft paper in Thomson's hand is a commercial pass issued by the parliament, and the seal is authentic. The officer quickly returned it to Thomson:

"There is no problem with the official document."

Then he looked at Xu Yun on the groom's seat, his eyes stayed on his black hair for a few seconds, and muttered:

"Why are you an Oriental again?"

The officer's voice was very low, and Thomson couldn't help blinking, and asked:

"Sorry, Mr. Officer, what were you talking about just now? I didn't hear clearly."

The officer shook his head, indicating that it was nothing serious, and then said:

"Mr. Thomson, please go to the outpost with us now, and you can go to the official road after you get stamped."

Thomson nodded understandingly:

"No problem, by the way, Mr. Officer, I don't know your name yet"

The officer walked back without looking back, and Yoyo left a name in the air:

"Francis Mason Satoshi."

Sa morality?

Hearing this surname, Xu Yun's eyes moved slightly.

This surname is rare, if I remember correctly.

Where did you hear it?

However, Xu Yun is not very familiar with the history of Europe. After thinking hard for a while, he still couldn't think of the corresponding characters, so he could only let it go.

Then, under the leadership of Sa Daoyi, the group quickly came to a post that was somewhat similar to a military camp.

This barracks is backed by the foot of the mountain, surrounded by obstacles similar to horse refusal posts.

There are two towers at the entrance, and the interior is dominated by tents and attics. You can vaguely see many soldiers on duty.

After a while.

The carriage came to an open space outside the outpost,

At this time, dozens of people were gathered in this open space, their clothes and appearance looked very rich, and they were chatting non-stop.

Sa Daoyi took a wooden number plate from the soldiers on duty and handed it to Thomson:

"Mr. Thomson, you wait here. When the number plate is called, just go up and register and stamp it. After stamping, walk straight along the avenue, and you will reach the small town of Dumfries."

"Businessmen can stay in Dumfries for seven days. If you want to go to London, you can just pass through the town, but remember to register at the outpost in England."

Thomson thanked him, took the number plate, looked forward a few times, and frowned slightly:

"God. There are so many people."

Sa Daoyi shrugged his shoulders and said:

"No way, the situation on the border is tense, and the merchants rushed over to make a fortune—it is said that the current profit is more than three times that of usual."

Thomson was taken aback for a moment, looked up at the supplies in front of him, and said with difficulty:

"But Mr. Daoyi Sa, it is about to enter winter, even if we really want to fight, it is absolutely impossible to start a war in this season, right?"

Sa Daoyi snorted coldly and pointed his chin in the direction of the businessman. It was obvious that he was indifferent to those people in front of him:

"Mr. Thomson, those businessmen know this better than you and I, but don't forget, the civilians in the rear can't grasp the front line."

"As long as they spread some rumors and build up momentum, even if there is still a small number of people, the supplies will still be snatched up by blind followers."

Sa Daoyi sighed, pointed to another camp not far away, and said:

"Forget it, let's not talk about this."

"Mr. Thomson, there is only an hour left before dark, and you probably won't be able to make it to the road after the registration is completed. The camp over there is a rest area specially set up by the outpost for travelers."

"Although there are no tents or quilts, at least there are fences for protection, and there are some other caravans as companions."

"In addition, the camp of the outpost is also nearby, which is much safer than camping in the wild."

"Well, good luck to you, Mr. Thomson."

Finished speaking.

Sa Daoyi waved his hand and left the scene.

After he leaves.

Thomson flipped through the number plates in his hand, and then looked at the businessmen with big bellies in front of him.

He sighed heavily.

I don't know whether they are pity for the civilians in the rear, or they are worried about spending another night at the gathering place.

British border inspections in the 19th century were not as cumbersome as later generations. There are actually only two items that the outposts strictly inspect:

Gunfire and drinks.

Needless to say the reason for the former, let’s strictly investigate the latter

It was because of the high alcohol tax in Britain at this time.

Since the beginning of the 18th century, the British government has imposed high tariffs on alcohol.

Among them, in 1874, the highest tax rate even reached 240% of the prevailing price of alcoholic beverages.

And Scotland has long been an ideal place for illegal whiskey distillation because of its pure water, rich barley and abundant peat.

So throughout the 19th century.

The most smuggled goods in Scotland are not firearms or wool, but whiskey.

Thomson's carriage is limited in size, with little room for stash of alcohol or guns, so it is very easy to check.

Two hours passed.

"Mr. Thomson, please keep the official documents."

"Thank you, beautiful lady."

Thomson took the kraft paper from the sergeant who stamped the seal, and thanked him politely.

After leaving the inspection post.

Thomson glanced at the completely dark sky, shook his head, and completely gave up the idea of continuing on the road.

Then he returned to the carriage, ate some dinner prepared by Xu Yun and Will, and then returned to the tent early to rest.

As far as outside the tent.

Those traders who were about to make huge profits were not in a hurry to rest, they were holding a bonfire dinner with great interest.

Darth Ma is a grain merchant from Inverness who was originally a cook.

Inverness is the northernmost city in the UK, and this geographical advantage represents huge profits in trade.

Therefore, the income he can obtain this time is also one of the best among many caravans.

Under emotional excitement.

Darth Maben drank a few more glasses of barley beer.

And beer is a diuretic artifact, so after a while, Darth Ma felt a little bloated in his lower abdomen.

"Hic—"

Darth Ma burped heavily, stood up with difficulty, and said:

"Sorry, I'm going to take a pee outside."

After speaking, he loosened his trouser belt with one hand, and walked crookedly towards the gate of the camp.

while walking.

Thinking of the huge profits he could make this time, Darth Ma couldn't help but put on a greedy smile on his fat face, as if he was about to ascend to heaven:

"Take off"

The voice just fell.

Whoosh—

Only heard an undetectable sound of breaking through the air.

Darth Ma suddenly leaned back heavily, fell to the ground with a slap, and a cloud of smoke and dust rolled up.

Several other vendors not far away couldn't help laughing and mocking when they saw this:

"Hey, Darth Mar, your drinking capacity is too bad!"

"You still boast that you are a gold medal chef!"

"Why don't we take him while it's hot."

Right now.

A middle-aged businessman who looked more prestigious coughed lightly, stood up, took out a flashlight from his body, and said:

"Forget it, I'll go pay him the bill, what's going on?"