A Weird Theater That Started In London

"A poor doctor who has just returned from the other side of the ocean has spent most of his assets on the ferry ticket. At present, there are only nine pounds and fifteen pence left by him..."

　　 "Oh, it's really getting worse and backward."

　　 "Last time it was the lord who famously moved the city last time."

　　 After teasing himself a few words in his heart, Lu Li stood up from the bench and took out his pocket watch from his pocket. It had cowhide leather, gold rim, and a polished crystal surface.

　　 Except for the wolf head sword abduction, this is the most valuable thing around him.

　　 Of course, it is impossible to **** this thing. Lu Li needs to see the time, and as long as he is a bachelor, as long as he is not extravagant, nine pounds is enough to live in London for three months.

　　 "Sir, half a penny, warm your hands and fill your stomach!"

　　 was thinking, a voice came.

　　 A middle-aged aunt wearing a headscarf is waving at Lu Li. If no one patronizes the business, she wouldn't even notice this desolate middle class.

　　 In fact, many of the stall owners' eyes passed by Lu Li, and they didn't stop for a while. Naturally, they didn't leave any impression on him, as if there was no such person.

　　【Exclusive Skill: Low-key Kingly】

　　 Lu Li did not deliberately activate this skill, and the skill changed his temperament:

　　 Plain, passersby.

　　 4:37 in the morning.

　　 clicked.

　　 Lu Li closed the silver lid, put it back in his pocket, and walked towards the middle-aged aunt who was selling, his stomach was a little empty.

　　 And the stall owner is like a game character, shouting lines, seemingly proficient:

　　 "Delicious hot eel-delicious hot eel, half a penny, warm hands and full stomach!"

　　 "Come here."

　　 Lu Li did not live up to this enthusiasm. He opened the wallet and took out a coin from it, without saying anything arrogant, such as:

　　 No need to look for it, this is a tip.

　　 An ordinary family with six children, adults tighten their belts and live in London for a year, the cost is about twenty pounds.

　　 Nine pounds, which seems to be a lot, but after renting the house, there is only enough for daily food and drink, and there is not much money left.

　　 In other words.

　　 Before plundering the rich and helping the poor, poverty restricted Lu Li.

　　 "Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

　　 was thinking about it, a fragrance wafted from the small iron cup in front.

　　 "These eels were bought by my son from the Billingsgate Market at midnight. They are very fresh."

　　 said, the aunt lifted the lid, added some flour to make the soup thick, and then began to put parsley and pepper.

　　 It is autumn. London is extremely cold in the early hours of the morning. Hot eels are cheap, thick in texture, and easy to fill their stomachs. Therefore, they are loved by the working class.

　　Aunty talking, two workers walked over. They had just finished the night shift. They were all tired and wanted to drink something hot.

　　 "One hot eel, one coffee."

"Me too."

　　 The two didn't care about Lu Li who was standing next to him, and subconsciously ignored him.

　　 The aunt of the stall nodded, indicating that she had heard it, and at the same time handed the cup with the cloth strips to Lu Li, and said, "Come here to cook."

　　 said, he turned around and continued to be busy.

　　 At the same time, Lu Li held the iron cup with the hot eel, walked to a place where it would not hinder business, and stood silently enjoying the smell of burnt eel.

　　 When I first arrived, I had to figure out the situation before acting. Moreover, the time was not in a hurry.

　　 "Whelk!"

　　 "Whelk!"

　　 Another stall was pushed over. The stall owner is two and a half older children, up to twelve years old, but they acted simply. One was in charge of selling, making fire and boiling water, and the other was in charge of cleaning.

　　 After a while, the water was boiled.

　　 A whole pot of whelks were poured in, and they were constantly stirred with a broomstick. The mud and sand were cleared. The same was true for the inedible digestive tract. The snail shells were intact and sold very well.

　　 However, Lu Li did not sigh with the hard work of the two children, he only felt that the world was deformed.

　　 But if there is a choice, who wants to make their children so hard?

　　Poverty.

　　 This is what is printed in the bones of the Eastern District of Wudu.

　　 During this period, the auntie of the stall gathered four more night shift workers. They were thinly dressed and slender, looking expectantly at the iron cup being heated.

　　 Some people eat hot eel, while others are willing to drink coffee. The common point of the two is that they can put their hands outside the cup to warm them, and the body can be heated by the hot food. As for the taste, you have to go back.

　　 "This food must be sold for at least one penny if you put it in the West End or the Financial City."

　　 The worker who was talking had a sallow face, and he held two thin slices of bread in his hands. There was no strawberry jam, and no bacon, just a small piece of butter.

　　 After sixteen hours of work, he had to eat something before going home, otherwise he couldn't sleep at all.

　　 "Who wants to save that unfortunate girl?"

　　 With an inexplicable smile on his face, a worker blew the coffee he bought for half a penny, and said: "She looks very young, she has never seen it before."

　　 unfortunate girl.

　　 This is a polite name for the Oriole.

　　 Looking along the line of sight of the worker, Lu Li saw a girl.

　　 is about sixteen or seventeen years old, with some freckles on both sides of his nose, and his clothes are thin, with only a one-piece long skirt and jacket. At the moment, he is standing by a stall a little far away and burning, looking particularly cramped.

　　 Night shift female workers usually travel in groups, even if they buy something to eat, they are in groups to avoid being targeted by unpredictable people.

　　 There is only one professional exception. They often hang out in the middle of the night and are alone.

　　 Somehow, Lu Li thought of Jack the Ripper, but he was immediately denied. How could there be such a coincidence.

In addition ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ According to incomplete statistics, in the fog city of this era, about one-sixth of the school-age women have worked as a wandering warbler. If he follows this route to find events that can be cut into, I am afraid it will be Exhausted.

　　 "How do I get to Uxbridge?"

　　 Under the gaze of several gazes, two homeless men walked over. They couldn't find a stand where they could keep warm for free, and they didn't want to be a talker. They were teased and discussed by the workers.

　　 "We are brothers. We came to London to find work the day before yesterday and found nothing. We wanted to go to Uxbridge to try our luck and find some strength."

　　 The girl was taken aback, but after listening to the homeless man’s explanation, she regained her composure.

　　 A countryman came to the city to try his luck, but was scraped off the last penny in his pocket and left dingy. This is not uncommon in London.

　　 "Go there...there is a roadside..."

　　 She answered patiently, seeing the two poor people who seemed to understand each other, and simply squatted down and picked up the broken branches on the ground, and kept making gestures.

　　 "I see, but it's cold now, and it's easy to get sick. You have to wait for the thick fog to clear before you set off. Eat some bread, butter, and coffee. I'll pay."

　　 It's a pity that the workers couldn't hear this conversation, and they speculated maliciously, showing wretched smiles from time to time, as if doing so would make them happier and forget the tiredness of work.

　　 Lu Li, who was the only observer, saw the precious side. Two laborers took the girl's bread and continued to thank him.

　　 Then, after eating a little bit decently, it was less than a quarter, and it was only baked for a while, and then he walked toward the depths of the dense fog.

　　 did not ask for butter, no coffee, and declined the sixpence road fare given by the girl.