Welcome to 19th-century Europe, where strength reigns supreme

When Tina was a child, she thought Brandenburg was a very wealthy place. However, after going there, she discovered that Berlin was actually not as beautiful as she imagined. Beggars and poor people were everywhere.

The exhaust gas from the factory made the sky no longer blue. She thought that Paris, the most romantic city in Europe, would be very different from Berlin.

In fact, in the slums of Paris, people's lives are still very difficult, and poverty is still the people's biggest enemy.

She was not a noble, but she was considered a person with some wealth. The superior life she had when she was a child prevented her from seeing what people's lives were like. Without this opportunity, she might never come to such a slum in her life.

"Miss August often went to the slums of East Prussia to see the beggars. Although she only watched them from a distance, I could feel that Miss August felt deep sympathy for those people."

Valentina said, "I don't know much about these things. Everything I know now was taught to me by the lady. I used to be one of them. I also hope that my children can have a better education. Can live with dignity, so I hope Miss August can take power, she will definitely be able to help everyone change their lives."

Tina looked at August who was walking in front of her. She looked very petite. To be honest, Tina hoped that August could bring down Walrich and William, so that she could also benefit from it.

But August is too young now, just a little girl. No one would choose a little girl to be a person in power.

Jenny asked August and others to take a rest first. She and Helen needed to take care of the children. This apartment was not too big, but it was not too small either. Compared with those real slums, it was definitely much better here. Yes, at least it’s not too crowded for six members of Carl’s family to live here.

A younger girl came to August, and August touched her head, "Miss Yanni, what's her name?"

"Her name is Laura, she is my and Karl's second daughter."

"Laura, I remember."

The waiting time is always long. Since August wanted to go out and have a look, August left Valentina here to help Jenny and Helen, and she went to follow Tina.

It is already evening now and the sky is a little dark.

"August, I never thought there were people living in such conditions."

"This is normal. Most of the people we come into contact with are Junker nobles and capitalists. They have wealth. In fact, we are too far away from the real people of the country. If I didn't bring you here, I would drag you to the Notre Dame. You may be fascinated by the glamorous side of Paris, or the Palace of Versailles, but in fact, what you see now is what Paris really looks like.”

"Did you already know that? Valentina said you would visit the beggars."

"Yes, of course I will go and see them. They are too close to my home. There will be rich people nearby, and they will occasionally give them some money and food. I have no way to help them, I have no ability."

"Then will you hand over power to them?" August asked. She was a rightist anyway. She wanted to know what August really thought. If August really wanted to engage in communism, Natina would definitely object.

"It's impossible. Prussia can only have one sword holder, and that's me." August said with a smile. She could still remain calm on such a big issue. There was no soil for the birth of communism in this era. A doctrine that has not yet come out in theory can only be anarchism. August may give power to the union, but she will never agree to the union kicking her out.

"Really? It seems I'm too worried."

"Tina, I am not that fair. I want power. I will only share my power with one person. I hope that person is you."

August clung to Tina, leaned into Tina's ear and whispered softly. Tina suddenly felt her heartbeat speed up, and she could smell the fragrance of August's body.

"I?"

"Haha, are you excited?"

"You trust me so much?"

"I trust your talent. No kidding aside. I have no idea of ​​seizing power now. I have nothing. How can I take power away from those two elder brothers? Don't think so much, go back. It’s getting late too.”

......

A handsome man walked into his apartment in Paris. He was now at the low point of his career. The failure in Brussels had brought him a great blow, although his ideas had begun to spread and to a certain extent. The government has enabled some proletarians to unite in a disciplined manner, but they lack a program. What they need to do after uniting and how to make a revolution is what they need to know.

He has been thinking about this matter. This is a brand new field. He wants to compile a book that can systematically and scientifically guide the proletarians instead of turning them into simple bandits.

Karl found that her eldest daughter Jenny was playing with an unknown girl. They were at the door. The girl was wearing strange clothes, not mainstream, but very beautiful.

"Jenny, did you make a new friend?"

"Dad! You're back!"

Jenny jumped into Karl's arms, and Karl smiled and said, "Who is this beautiful girl?"

"My name is Valentina. Are you Mr. Karl?" Valentina looked at the uncle in front of her. He seemed to be younger than August described. He had stubble all over his face, but It's not as big as the beard August described.

"you know me?"

Karl was a little surprised. This neatly dressed child obviously did not belong to the proletariat. First of all, Karl didn't recognize the maid uniform, let alone the clothes worn by maids. It was very beautiful and had the same purpose as a dress. It might be a certain costume. The designer made it on a whim, and Karl did not think of her in a proletarian direction.

"Of course Mr. Karl, I have read the article you wrote, and I also have some feelings."

"You? Do the bourgeoisie also like to read my articles? Then I am a little proud, hum." Karl preconceived that she was the daughter of the bourgeoisie, and there was some irony in it.

"Mr. Karl, you misunderstood. In fact, I am a servant, not a bourgeois. You may see that my clothes are very neat and think that I am a bourgeois. But I also grew up in a slum when I was a child. If the lady hadn't taken me home, I might have starved to death in the garbage."

"Oh, you're a servant? It doesn't look like much. I'm sorry for being preconceived."

"Valentina?"

August's voice came from behind, and Valentina smiled and waved to her, "It's Mr. Karl who's back, Miss!"

"Oh?"

Karl looked at Auguste. She looked very aristocratic, not Parisian, but her clothes, well, they were very special. These people's ideas were quite unique.

Although Karl didn't recognize Valentina and August's clothes, he knew Tina's clothes, the uniforms of the Prussian Legion.

"Prussian?"

Tina saw this stubble-faced uncle. In fact, he was not as old as she thought. He was only in his thirties. August's mouth was slightly open. She was really shocked. In the history of the earth, Carl was born in 1818 and is now forty years old. However, in the history of this planet, Carl is only thirty now, much younger than expected.