Good-looking, not allowed to farm

Macomb's unspeakable expression when he saw the booklet for the first time is very worth recalling for Jamie.

After all, before seeing the specific content of the booklet, it is really impossible not to classify it as some kind of boring and incomprehensible joke book just by looking at the cover.

But fortunately, Macomb is not someone who only looks at the outside.

After he had a good-natured smile, he lowered his head to read, and flipped through a few pages until he saw the words election, parliament, democracy, federation, republic, etc...

His eyes lit up suddenly, and his heart beat violently, like a person walking in the dark finally saw a bunch of bright torches, or like a person who fell into the ground for decades and was bathed in sunlight again .

He looked at the booklet for a long time, almost reluctant to look away.

But when he thought that the original author was just standing in front of him, he raised his head eagerly, looked at Jamie excitedly, opened his mouth, and was about to express his full of questions...

But Jamie quickly interrupted all his questions, and gave a series of rejections with a face of resistance: "Don't ask me questions! I only know this! I don't have any more detailed content!"

It's not that you don't want to help.

It's just because, after all, I'm not a thinker, and I don't know much about this knowledge. Instead of giving blind guidance and leading people into detours, it's better to just list some knowledge points for reference only.

Let the real talents in this world think for themselves.

Then filter out the really useful things, so as to change the world according to local conditions.

As a result, Macomb could only swallow all his questions silently.

So much so that, for a moment, there was even a distorted expression on his face that wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

It took a long time before he managed to adjust himself, regained his previous composure, restrained himself from asking questions that Jamie didn't want to answer, and just said something out of words: "Well, I don't care about anything else. I asked, only the author's name...why the Mad Hatter?"

Jamie simply replied: "Oh, I have a pseudonym for myself."

Macomb couldn't help but said, "That's not what I mean, I just want to ask, why is it called the Mad Hatter..."

But the question remains unanswered.

Just because Jamie still didn't want to explain, he interrupted his question again, changed the topic to other aspects, and kept asking: When will you leave the royal city?Will your stronghold in Wangcheng continue to be preserved?If something happens in the future, who should I contact if I want to contact you...

Macomb patiently answered these questions.

Although some problems should not be said to outsiders.

But even Jamie chose not to join the Resistance.

After sharing thick and thin and experiencing so many things together, Macomb has long regarded him as his own.

After that is a parting.

Macomb and the others stayed in Wangcheng for too long and had to leave.

But in this backward world with neither telephone nor internet...

No one knows when the next meeting will be.

Maybe in a few years?

Maybe... never see you again.

Jamie, therefore, was in low spirits all the way home in the carriage after parting from them.

He couldn't help recalling the scenes since he met Macomb, and almost had the urge to "turn back and leave the royal city with him".

But soon, a cold wave came down, extinguishing his blood and uncontrollable excitement gradually boiled up by Macomb's infection, and brought himself back to reality.

"Even if I go, what can I do?"

He thought with shame in his heart: "I am afraid of pain, afraid of death, and timid. I don't have a great dream to change the world, nor do I have the belief that I am willing to go through fire and water and give my life for it, so I follow it impulsively. I'm afraid I will regret it in less than three days?"

"Hey, instead of losing face at that time! It's better to stay in the royal city with peace of mind and continue to be a nobleman waiting to die..."

"Then, like today, do something that can be done. Speaking of which... Next, what else can I do?"

So, the next day.

Jamie visited Lady Helena again.

But he came at an unfortunate time, the lady was busy with a lot of things.

About... that so-called help meeting mentioned earlier.

"You came just in time, Louis, please help me answer a few letters, all of which are written by the audience to Marianne, just read them..."

Mrs. Helena rubbed her sleepy eyes: "I'm going to West Street with Tina, a girl came to us crying just now, saying that her mother has been ill for half a month and is about to die now... We must I have to go over and have a look, and I can help out by the way."

Jamie's first reaction was, what the hell?Shouldn't you see a doctor when you're sick?

But soon, he realized that this was a request for help, and he immediately came back to his senses, expressing his willingness to go there together to help and deal with it.

But Mrs. Helena refused without hesitation: "There is no man in their family, you better not go, it's just a trivial matter..."

Then, without waiting for Jamie to say anything else, she and her female friends left in a hurry.

Jamie was momentarily stunned.

"You also think it's weird? Helena is crazy."

The well-meaning owner of the troupe came from nowhere and complained to Jamie, "Ever since they came up with that kind of help meeting, they have been so busy every day, helping people with their children today and taking them to see a doctor tomorrow." , From time to time, I meet families who are so poor that they are about to starve to death, and they still have to pay back..."

Finally, the boss sighed and said: "I am not against doing good deeds, but good deeds can never be done?"

Jamie agreed with the boss's statement in his heart, but he didn't want to criticize Mrs. Helena with him on the surface, so he could only say in a gentle tone: "It's not a bad thing to do good things. Besides, Mrs. Helena shouldn't delay her daily work." Work?"

The owner of the troupe was silent for a few seconds, then nodded, "There's nothing wrong with that, Helena has always been a good actress."

After that, Jamie hardly found any opportunities to sit with Mrs. Helena, drink tea and chat as in the past.

This lady is busy all day, dealing with all kinds of endless female help, such and such a female worker is about to commit suicide because of unemployment; work, going to be a prostitute...

The list of things like this is endless.

Jamie regretted the idea he had made so casually, and said apologetically, "It's not your responsibility, ma'am. In fact, there are some things that can be left alone."

"What, how can I not care? I can't bear to watch other people suffer and ignore it."

"But you're too tired. Besides, you're not a god, are you? You can't help everyone. If you keep busy day after day, when will you end?"

Mrs. Helena replied: "Don't worry, Louis, I don't think of myself as a god, I just do my best."

She smiled happily and softly and said, "Besides, I am not fruitless. The world is changing every moment. For example, those people I helped last week are willing to accompany me this week to help others gone."

"Isn't this a good start? In the future, as long as everyone continues to unite and stop taking those bad things as usual, but work hard to change..."

"Ten years or 20 years, our team will grow stronger and stronger. By then, we can always wait for a good result."

Jamie frowned, still not agreeing: "It's too hard."

"I didn't find it hard."

Mrs. Helena said sincerely: "For so many years, since... since my child left, I have been living in a daze, not knowing what to do... until now! Louis, to tell you the truth, I am Thank you so much! I have never lived so clearly and so hopefully as I do now."

Jamie was speechless.

Jamie walked away in dismay.

In contrast to Macomb and Lady Helena...

He simply doesn't look like a time traveler.

"Okay, okay! Let me see, what else can I do that's positive, progressive, meaningful to the world..."

That night, while thinking so depressingly, he tried to continue writing a new pamphlet.

This time it's...

Main title: A brief discussion on human rights without after-sales service.

Subtitle: People shouldn't live like dogs.

Girdle: But if you insist on living like a dog, then don't blame others for wanting to kick you!

After all, not an expert in this field.

Jamie, who has been salted for too long, really racked his brains when writing this stuff.

Fortunately, no one urged him...

Moreover, he has a lot of time and his daily work is not busy.

Because of the good job the king gave...

In fact, it can be simply summed up as—accumulating money by decree.

In this world, because the kings of all dynasties wanted to suppress the power and status of the old nobles, there was a period of time when they generously granted various titles and deliberately created a new group of nobles.

And these new nobles did succeed in opposing the old nobles as the king wished, and the two competed against each other, thus making the kingship more stable.

But at the same time, this act of conferring titles...

The problem is that there are too many titles sealed out.

There are relatively few titles such as duke, marquis, and earl.

But viscounts and barons can be seen almost everywhere, and there are a lot of them.

When King Richard came to power, in order to improve this situation.

This cunning His Majesty the king adopted the strategy of playing dead as usual, smiling on the surface, with a very amiable appearance, but he was very strict with many candidates who wanted to seize the title, and some of them obviously met the requirements and did not If there is any problem, you should leave it without posting it, and just pretend not to see it.

If someone else has a connection, I really ask him.

He will pretend to have just seen it, and after confirming that everything is fine (there is no bone in the egg), he will generously grant the other party the title.

But what if there is no way?

Then wait slowly.

Therefore, a baron often dies for almost two years...

His eldest son, who was supposed to be a nobleman, was still going through the procedures over and over again, and still failed to obtain official approval.

Even more serious is...

If the person in charge of this matter lightly draws a stroke on the document, or approves a sentence that does not meet the requirements of Xijue.

All right!

Your title is gone.

And Jamie is currently the person in charge of this matter.

For this reason, many people who wanted to win the title smoothly came to visit him one after another, and without him asking, they took the initiative to send a sum of money.

Jamie didn't want to take the money at first...

But later, King Richard suddenly said something that seemed caring and half-joking: "Well, how about I find you an errand? Don't forget how good I am to you!"

These words instantly reminded him - I understand, this is to raise money for His Majesty.

For this reason, it is necessary to learn the skills of corruption.

On this day, a very down-and-out mother and son also came to see him because of Xijue's affairs.

When the servant came to report with the invitation card...

Jamie was sitting at his desk, struggling to figure out what to do with the pamphlet.

To be honest, although he has tried his best to shirk responsibility (in Macomb's view, it is modest), he often puts (mining) irresponsible, no after-sales service, etc. on the title...

But as long as you consider that this is for people to see, and it has a certain guiding and reference function!

He can't wait to review it for ten years, add and delete it five times, and then show it to others.

At this moment, the arrival of the servant interrupted his thoughts for a while...

But it could be regarded as a relief for him.

So, Jamie reached out to take the greeting card, glanced at it casually, and then fixed his eyes.

He stared at the name on it for a long time before slowly laughing.

"Hey, the fun came just in time!"

He muttered to himself, leaned back, threw the invitation card out casually, and lazily ordered: "Let them in."

While answering, the servant habitually picked up the invitation card that had been thrown on the ground, turned around and left, and looked down at the invitation card curiously, only to see that the place where the name was marked on it read - Weber Baroness Sturt.