He sat back in his chair and waited until the church bells in the distance rang seven times in a row. Then Zhou Mingrui slowly stood up, walked to the cupboard and took out his clothes.

A black vest, a suit of the same color, pants slightly tight at the ankles, a half-top hat, and a light bookish air, made Zhou Mingrui feel as if he was watching a British drama telling stories from the Victorian era when he looked at himself in the mirror.

"I'm not going for a job interview. I'm just buying some vegetables and preparing materials for a luck-changing ceremony." Suddenly, he muttered under his breath, shaking his head and laughing.

Klein was so concerned about the upcoming interview that it became an instinct. When he couldn't concentrate, he would habitually put on his only decent outfit.

With a sigh of relief, Zhou Mingrui took off his formal suit and vest, put on an old brown coat, and changed his head into a round-brimmed felt hat of the same color.

After tidying himself up, he walked over to the bunk bed, lifted the cushion on top, reached his hand into the inconspicuous hole at the bottom, and after a while of searching, he found the mezzanine.

When he retracted his right hand, there was a roll of banknotes in his palm, about seven or eight pieces, with a dark green and white color.

This was all the savings Benson had at the moment, even including the living expenses for the next three days, of which there were only two five-sol notes, and the rest were one-sol notes.

In the currency system of the Kingdom of Loen, the soul is at the second level. It originated from the ancient silver coin. One soul is equal to twelve copper pennies, with two denominations of one and five.

At the top of the currency is the gold pound, which is also a paper currency, but is backed by gold and directly pegged to the soli. One gold pound is equal to twenty soli and comes in denominations of one, five, and ten.

Zhou Mingrui unfolded the banknotes and smelled a very light, special scent of ink.

This is the smell of money.

Perhaps it was the influence of Klein's memory fragments, or perhaps it was because of his own unchanging desire for money. At this moment, Zhou Mingrui felt that he had fallen in love with these little guys.

Look, their patterns are so exquisite that even George III, who has a mustache and is serious and old-fashioned, looks so cute.

Look, the watermark seen through the sunlight is so tempting, and the carefully designed anti-counterfeiting label makes it completely different from the fake and cheap ones!

After admiring it for a few dozen seconds, Zhou Mingrui took out two one-sol banknotes, rolled up the rest, and stuffed them back into the inner layer of the mat.

Smoothing out the strips of cloth near the hole, Zhou Mingrui folded the two banknotes he had taken out neatly and put them into the left pocket of his brown jacket, separate from the pennies in his trouser pocket.

After doing all this, he put the key in his right pocket, picked up the large dark brown paper bag, and walked quickly to the door. ..

Tap, tap, the footsteps gradually slowed down and finally stopped.

Zhou Mingrui stood at the door, his brows furrowed at some point.

There are many mysteries surrounding Klein’s suicide. If he goes out like this, will he encounter any “accidents”?

After pondering for a moment, Zhou Mingrui returned to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out the revolver with a gleaming brass luster.

This is the only self-defense weapon he can think of, and it is also a powerful enough weapon!

Although he has never practiced shooting, just taking out this pistol can definitely scare people!

After stroking the cold metal wheel, Zhou Mingrui stuffed the pistol into the pocket where the banknotes were. He clenched the banknotes in his palm and pressed his fingers tightly on the gun handle, hiding it perfectly.

A sense of security came naturally to him, and he, who knew a little bit about everything, suddenly had a worry:

"Will it fire by mistake?"

Ideas came to his mind one after another, and Zhou Mingrui soon found an idea. He pulled out his pistol, swung the cylinder to the left, turned the magazine that was empty due to the "suicide" to the firing position, and then snapped it shut.

In this way, even if there is an accidental discharge, it will only be a "blank"!

After putting the pistol back in his pocket, Zhou Mingrui kept his left hand in his pocket and never took it out again.

He touched his hat with his right hand, opened the door, and walked out with a clang.

The corridor was still dim during the day, and the sunlight that could penetrate through the window at the end was very limited. Zhou Mingrui quickly went down the stairs and left the apartment, only then did he feel the brightness and warmth.

Although it was close to July and midsummer, Tingen was located in the north of the Kingdom of Loen and had unique climatic characteristics. The highest temperature of the year was less than 30 degrees Celsius on Earth, and it was even cooler in the early morning. In some places on the streets, dirty water flowed and debris was littered. In Klein's memory, similar scenes were not uncommon in places where low-income people lived, even if they had sewers, because there were so many people and because of their lives.

"Come on, delicious fried fish!"

"Drinking a bowl of hot and fresh oyster soup in the morning will keep you energetic for the whole day!"

"Fresh fish from the port, only 5p a piece!"

"Small pancakes, eel soup and ginger beer!"

"Conch, conch, conch!"

“Vegetables just picked from the farm outside the city are cheap and fresh!”

The mobile street vendors selling vegetables, fruits and cooked food shouted loudly and greeted the passers-by in a hurry. Some of them would stop to compare and buy carefully, while others would wave their hands impatiently because they had not found a job for the day.

Zhou Mingrui smelled the air filled with stench and fragrance. He held the gun handle tightly in his left hand, clenched the banknotes, held down his round-brimmed felt hat with his right hand, bent down slightly, and walked through the bustling street with his head down.

There are thieves wherever there are crowds of people, especially in this neighborhood where there are many semi-unemployed poor people doing temporary jobs and hungry children who are being forced to work.

Walking forward, when the density of the crowd around him returned to normal, Zhou Mingrui straightened his back, raised his head and looked at the street.

There was a wandering accordion musician playing, the melody was sometimes melodious and sometimes passionate.

Around him, there were many children wearing ragged clothes and with sallow faces due to malnutrition.

They listened to the music, followed the beat, twisted their bodies instinctively, and danced their own creations, with joy on their faces, as if they were little princes or little angels.

A woman with a numb expression passed by, her skirt was dirty and her skin was dull.

Her eyes were dull and glazed, and only when she looked at the group of children did a faint light flash across them, as if she saw herself thirty years ago.

Zhou Mingrui passed her, turned onto another street and stopped in front of "Silin Bakery".

The owner of the bakery was a seventy-year-old grandmother named Wendy Slin. Her hair was completely gray, and her face was always filled with a gentle smile. She had been selling bread and pastries here for as long as Klein could remember.

Well, the Tingen cake and lemon cake she baked herself are very delicious. Zhou Mingrui swallowed his saliva and smiled.

"Mrs. Slin, a pound of rye bread."

"Oh, little Klein, where's Benson? Is he not back yet?" Wendy asked with a smile.

"A few more days." Zhou Mingrui answered vaguely.

Wendy sighed as she picked up some rye bread:

"He's a really good, hard-working guy. He'll make a good wife."

At this point, she raised the corners of her mouth and smiled mischievously:

"Well now, you have graduated, our history graduate of Khoyi University. Well, you will be able to make money soon. You should not live in an apartment like this now. At least you should have your own bathroom."

"Mrs. Silin, you really look like a young and lively lady today." Zhou Mingrui could only respond with a dry laugh.

If Klein can successfully pass the interview and become a lecturer at Tingen University, then the whole family will indeed be well-off!

In his fragmented memories, he even fantasized about renting a single-family house in the suburbs, with five or six rooms upstairs, two bathrooms, a large balcony, two rooms downstairs, a dining room, a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a basement storage room.

This is not an extravagant wish. Even an intern lecturer at Tingen University can earn 2 gold pounds a week, and 3 gold pounds 0 soli after becoming a regular employee. You have to know that Klein's brother Benson, who has worked for many years, only earns pounds 0 soli a week. Ordinary factory workers even earn less than pounds or just over a little bit, and the rent for a single-family house like that ranges from soli to pounds soli.

"This is the difference between a monthly income of three or four thousand and a monthly income of forty or fifteen thousand," Zhou Mingrui muttered to himself.

However, all this is premised on passing the interview at Tingen University or Backlund University.

As for other avenues, people without background cannot be recommended to become public officials, and for those who study history, the employment scope is even narrower. There is not much demand for private consultants to aristocrats, bankers, or industrial tycoons.

Considering that the knowledge that Klein possessed had also become "fragments," incomplete and incomplete, Zhou Mingrui's expectations for Mrs. Slin were filled with embarrassment and guilt.

"No, I've always been this young." Wendy replied humorously.

As she spoke, she packed the sixteen loaves of rye bread into Zhou Mingrui's large dark brown paper bag and spread out her right hand.

"penny."

Each loaf of rye bread weighs about 0.5 pounds, but deviations are inevitable.

"Penny, didn't you ask for penny two days ago?" Zhou Mingrui asked subconsciously.

The month before last it was 5p.

"You have to thank the repeal of the Corn Laws and those people who marched." Wendy smiled, spreading her hands.

Zhou Mingrui nodded as if he understood. Klein's memory of this was a little incomplete. He only remembered that the core of the Corn Act was to protect the price of domestic agricultural products. Before the price rose to a certain level, grains from southern countries such as Feynaport, Massi, and Lenburg would not be imported.

Why would anyone march against it?

Without saying much, Zhou Mingrui was afraid of bringing out the revolver, so he could only carefully take out the banknotes, took out one of them and handed it to Mrs. Silin.

After finding the three copper pennies and putting them in his trouser pocket, he carried the paper bag of bread and headed to the Lettuce and Meat Market across the street to work on the lamb stew with tender peas that his sister had asked him to cook.

There is a municipal square at the intersection of Iron Cross Street and Daffodil Street. Many tents have been set up there and clowns in weird and funny costumes are distributing leaflets everywhere.

"Circus performance tomorrow night?" Zhou Mingrui glanced at the flyers in other people's hands and read out the general content in a low voice.

Melissa must like it very much, but I wonder how to charge for tickets? With a flash of thought, Zhou Mingrui moved closer.

He was about to ask one of the red and yellow clowns when a hoarse female voice suddenly came from the side:

"Want a divination?"

Subconsciously turning his head, Zhou Mingrui saw a woman wearing a pointed hat and a long black skirt standing in front of a low tent.

Her face was painted with red and yellow paint, and her eyes were deep grey-blue.

"No." Zhou Mingrui shook his head and replied. He didn't have the spare money to do divination.

The woman smiled and said:

"My tarot readings are very accurate."

"Tarot" Zhou Mingrui was stunned.

The pronunciation is very similar to the Tarot cards on Earth!

The Earth's Tarot cards are a kind of fortune-telling playing cards, but with more "graphic cards" with symbolic symbols.

Wait, he suddenly remembered the origin of Tarot divination in this world.

It did not originate from the seven orthodox gods, nor was it a relic from ancient times. Instead, it was invented more than 170 years ago by Roselle Gustav, the then governor of the Republic of Intis.

Mr. Roselle invented the steam engine, improved the sailing ship, overthrew the rule of the Kingdom of Intis, and was recognized by the Church of the "God of Craftsmen" to become the first consul of the New Republic.

Later, he fought wars in the south and the north, brought countries such as Lenburg under his protection, and made the powerful countries of the northern continent such as the Kingdom of Loen, Feynaport, and the Feysac Empire bow their heads one after another. Then he changed the Republic into an Empire again and called himself "Caesar the Great."

It was during Roselle’s reign that the Church of the God of Craftsmen received its first public oracle since the Fifth Epoch, changing the title of the God of Craftsmen to the God of Steam and Machinery.

Russell also invented Tarot divination and laid the foundation for the current composition and playing methods of playing cards, which include several types that Zhou Mingrui is familiar with, such as Upgrade, Landlord, Texas Hold'em, and Quint.

In addition, he sent a fleet to find a route to the southern continent amidst storms and turbulence, thus ushering in the colonial era.

Unfortunately, when he was old, he was betrayed and was assassinated by the Eternal Sun Church, the Soran family of the Untis royal family and other nobles in the Fifth Era, and died in the White Maple Palace.

When Zhou Mingrui remembered this common sense, he suddenly felt a toothache.

Could this person be a senior time traveler?

Thinking of this, Zhou Mingrui wanted to see what the tarot cards here looked like, so he nodded to the woman wearing a pointed hat and painted face and said:

"If not, uh, the price is right, I'll give it a try."

The woman immediately laughed and said:

"Sir, you are the first person to come for divination today. It's free."

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