In another time and space, the streets are spacious and beautiful Paris, which is actually the masterpiece of the mayor of Paris in the mid-19th century. It took him more than ten years to completely transform the entire city from top to bottom, so that the ancient city of Paris could be freed from the dirty and stench.

So at this time, Paris is still a traditional city left over from the Middle Ages. There are wooden sheds everywhere next to the ancient buildings, which are dilapidated; the streets are narrow and crowded, sewage flows, and humans and animals are everywhere, and there is a stench everywhere, so that the king is unwilling to live in the city.

How does an old saying come from? When you enter the abalone store, you will not smell the stench for a long time.

Since Le Havre landed, an indescribable smell lingers around Zhao Xin. After attending a dinner attended by the mayor, councillor and the radiant women, his nasal cavity was filled with the strong perfume smell. By the third day, allergic rhinitis that had not been involved in for many years finally came to his door.

Okay, I can’t smell anything now, I’m so happy!

When the long carriage entered the downtown area of ​​Paris, it was welcomed by countless citizens who heard the news. The "pants without trousers" in Paris looked at the "pants without trousers" from the East in curiously. When they saw the Chinese sitting in the tent carriage, they were actually wearing straight trousers, and they burst into warm cheers. Only some knowledgeable businessmen felt strange because the dress and even mental outlook of these Chinese people in front of them were completely different from those of the Chinese in porcelain and picture albums; the most important thing was that they did not have that little braid!

Among the people in Beihai Town, except for Zhao Xin and Deng Fei, others including Jiao Xun, Huang Chengji and Elu looked indifferent to the boiling moments. You should know that they had experienced nearly 10,000 people watching in Le Havre before, and now they are just a witch.

"Mr. Jiao, this place is really dirty, far worse than our Beihai Town!"

After hearing Elu's words, Huang Chengji agreed with this and nodded, "Every house here looks unique in style, and I don't know how it is inside."

Elu said, "I think they are the same, they are almost the same as Le Havre."

Huang Chengji retorted: "Battery Commander, this place is the capital of a country, how can it be the same as a port? Li Cousin, do you think so?"

At this time, Jiao Xun's mind was not at all about the scenery outside the carriage. The reason why he was willing to travel thousands of miles to the West was that in addition to looking at the scenery, he also wanted to see European mathematicians of this era. If Euler had not died nine years ago, he would have really wanted to visit him in person.

Since being framed by his relatives and rescued by Zhao Xin and Wang Yuanfang, Jiao Xun's view of human nature has become increasingly pessimistic. Since then, he has plunged into books and ignored everything. In the past two years in Beihai Town, Jiao Xun, who has been burying his math, has almost finished reading the little math books in the library, and the teachers in the primary school are not enough to teach him.

Before the Battle of Outer Mongolia began, Zhao Xin had a deep conversation with Jiao Xun. He said that since you are not interested in career, please help me do something big. In two years, we will build the first higher education in Beihai Town, and you will be the principal. You should know that there are primary schools in Beihai Town in all villages and various technical schools, but there is not a university that teaches advanced knowledge.

Jiao Xun was very happy to do this when running a school. The ancients said that "establishing words, virtue and meritorious" three immortals. If you don't become an official, you can still do it by educating people's hearts.

There is no need to worry about the liberal arts and history subjects of the college. In the "Eight Eccentrics of New Yangzhou", all of them are all scholars of the Confucianism of this era. However, science and engineering are too weak. Whether it is Wang Zhenyi or Jiao Xun, their level is at most high school mathematics in later generations, and even in some aspects it is enough to have junior high school level. Those from the steel factory are invited by them, but their main job is not to teach.

Just as Zhao Xinsi was thinking about whether to recruit some people from another time and space, Dejine happened to go to Bacheng for help. In this way, Zhao Xin's eyes naturally fell on the mathematicians of Europe in this era, and Jiao Xun and Huang Chengji followed.

When Jiao Xun was in Senegal, when he learned from Zhao Xin that the situation in France was turbulent, he felt a little ups and downs, and he didn't know if he could see the math masters Zhao Xin mentioned.

It is said that there are six mathematicians during the "French Revolution" period and are also called "Six Mathematicians" by later generations.

Lagranges, who just got married, served as a member of parliament; Monge, who is currently the Minister of the Navy and advocated the founding of the "Polytechnic Institute of Paris" in the future; Lacroix, who later served as the director of the Department of Mathematics of the Academy of France; Lazar Cano, known as the "organizer of victory", and Laplace, who was the first to predict the black hole of the universe.

Oh, by the way! There is another one, who was the "father of chemistry" Lavoisier who Fang Hua came to Zhao Xin personally before leaving and strongly demanded that he must save.

Although they were all from the 18th century, their achievements were first-class even in later generations; it was these people's research and theories that laid the foundation for modern mathematics.

You should know that the three industrial revolutions in human history were impossible without the participation of mathematicians and the application of mathematical theory. If Beihai Town wants to build an industrial country, it must have a large number of mathematical talents.

Zhao Xin, who was constantly waving to the crowd on both sides of the road, looked at the faces outside the window and the dilapidated streets, and suddenly the words Dickens had at the beginning of "Two Cities" appeared in his mind:

"The saints of the times are the evil ones of the times. This is also the ignorant world, this is also the world of wisdom. This is also the bright season, this is also the dim season. This is also the year of faith, this is also the year of great confusion. This is also the spring of beauty, this is also the winter of thoughts. People may have everything, and people may have nothing to accomplish. Ours are the sky rising up, and ours will fall forever."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Deng Fei, who was sitting opposite him, heard it and said, "I found that since you became a disciple of Wang Zhong, you have become more and more literary. What are you talking about?"

Zhao Xin asked: "You haven't seen the passage at the beginning of "The Legend of the Two Cities"?"

"I seemed to have seen it in middle school. It's the 'best and worst era' sentence?"

Degine, who was standing beside him, asked curiously: "Mr. Zhao, are you reciting poetry? Can you please translate General Deng into French so that I can also appreciate it?"

Zhao Xin thought for a moment, then repeated it in English. Before Deng Fei could finish his translation, Degine was stunned. After a while, he looked at the scene outside the carriage, recalling the things that happened in Paris before, and repeatedly muttered words like "ignorant wisdom" and "dimming light", and his eyes became dimmer...

The place where the group of people stayed in Beihai Town was arranged by the Paris City Council in the southeast corner of the unit building in the Piazza Vosges. The two buildings are adjacent to each other, including the attic, with four floors, red and white exterior walls and dark blue roofs, and Rococo-style decoration. It looks very good from the outside. This is a wealthy area in the city, with good security, green trees and beautiful environment, which is completely different from the dilapidated blocks Zhao Xin and others saw before.

After everyone got off the car, the envoy who made a special trip to Le Havre to welcome the North Sea delegation, Henry Tundu, the secretary of the current Minister of Foreign Affairs and Military, Pierre Le Bren, said intently: "Gentlemen, this was the residence of a certain count, but he had already escaped to Brussels with the Earl of Provence in shame, so the National Assembly confiscated the place and included it in public property. Before I set off, His Excellency Wernoff, Mayor, had ordered people to clean it up in order to welcome you."

After Henry Tongdu said that, he also introduced the people standing in line at the door to greet him.

In order to welcome the great God of Wealth who came from afar...ah ah, it was a friendly delegation. The mayor of Paris actually arranged two full-time housekeepers who had served the nobles - those with wigs, knee-length shorts and stockings, more than a dozen servants with quick hands and feet, several chefs and four coachmen.

Zhao Xin and Deng Fei glanced at him, then nodded in a fake way. The two looked at each other, and Deng Fei pulled Henry Tongdu to the side and whispered. After a while, Henry Tongdu bowed slightly to Deng Fei, walked to the two housekeepers and gave instructions, so a housekeeper, a chef, and half of the servants were immediately unemployed.

Zhao Xin walked to a housekeeper who was left behind and asked in English: "Can you speak English?"

"Sure, sir."

"What's the name?"

"August Bouvey, sir."

"Hmm?! Have you ever had a painter before?"

"Sir, you are really good at joking." Buwei smiled and covered his embarrassment, thinking to himself, where did this person tell that my ancestors were painters? Could it be that Mr. Tongdu said it? He could not know!

"Okay. I don't care whether you've been a painter or not, I don't care about this." After Zhao Xin said that, he took out a leather bag containing more than fifty and a half tale silver coins from his carry-on bag and handed it to Buwei: "Go, share all the money for those unemployed guys, don't let them have a silly joy."

Buwei took the bag in surprise, thinking that it was so heavy. He walked to the servants who were looking at him and did not want to leave, and said, "The Chinese are so rich! Look, this is what they rewarded you, and they said that they can't let everyone do it in vain."

After hearing this, the unemployed people, who were full of frustration, immediately surrounded him. The Buwei gave each servant two silver coins, three cooks, and a butler took five.

Everyone who received the money smiled happily, and they and their families would not have to go hungry for at least a week. The people who stayed behind saw that the "Chinese masters" were so generous to those who left, so they would definitely give themselves more and less, so they worked harder to carry things.

Zhao Xin did this intentionally. In addition to maintaining the mystery of the Oriental people, he also wanted to give the Parisians an impression through small things that they were a group of people who were kind to others and would not doubt any strange things happening in the city in the future.

Later, under the guidance of Buwei, Zhao Xin and his group walked into the house and found that the furniture inside was very gorgeous, with Chinese-style flower and bird wallpapers on the corridors and the living rooms of various rooms. Zhao Xin reached out and touched them and found that they were made of satin.

Bu Wei, who was standing next to him, introduced: "Sir, these wallpapers were shipped back from Guangzhou, and they were the same in other rooms, but the patterns were different."

Zhao Xinxin said, "I'm good, how much does it cost!" At this moment, he thought of the civilians in the lower class who were ragged clothes on the street, and couldn't help but shake his head.

Buwei thought Zhao Xin didn't like it, so he hurriedly said, "Sir, if you don't like these, I can find someone to change it."

"No. Just do that."

When Zhao Xin was taken by Buwei and walked upstairs and downstairs, what worried him the most happened. There was only one bathtub in the whole house, and the most fatal thing was that there was no toilet, only a few toilets like wooden boxes! Considering the public health level of Europeans in the 18th century and a certain disease caused by the chaos of private lives of the nobles, Zhao Xin decided not to use this thing if he beat him to death!

Although I didn’t come to Paris this time to go to the toilet, the daily eating, drinking, and urination of dozens of people is really not a small problem...

"Bowei, I want to ask a little question."

"Please give me instructions, sir."

“How to deal with this toilet every day?”

"Sir, this is not something you should worry about. But since you have asked... someone will come to collect it every morning."

"Oh! Then that thing...what you understand, what will be done?"

Buwei turned his head and looked behind him, whispering to Zhao Xin: "It is usually transported outside the city to find a place to fall. If no one pays attention, those people will also sneak into the Seine."

"Okay, I understand!"

Before leaving, Henry Tundu told Deng Fei that a carriage would come to pick them up at 7 o'clock in the evening, and the President of the National Convention, Eli Guadet, will hold a dinner to welcome them, guests from China, and many important figures in the National Convention will attend.

After the group had been settled for a long time, Zhao Xin immediately asked Elu to invite Deng Fei and Dejine to his room for a meeting. In addition, two soldiers were arranged to guard the stairs to prevent the butler or servant from coming uninviting.

Degenie's home is in Paris. His father was the director of the Syrian Department of the French Academy before the Revolution. The first thing he had to do was go home and take a look, and then inquire about the situation of the temple castle that was imprisoned by the king's family.

Zhao Xin said: "It is best to find a floor plan inside and outside the castle. Money is not a problem, you must be careful."

Degenie thought for a while and said, "Actually, the Temple Castle is not far from here. It takes more than ten minutes to walk. I can take a carriage and pretend to pass by and take a look first. As for the map, there must be one in the Royal Library. This requires my father to find a way. He used to be the secretary and translator of the Oriental Language Department."

Deng Fei added: "It's too messy in Paris. It's best to bring a gun when you go out just in case."

During the days when he came by boat, the people in the Special Forces Camp practiced shooting skills at the targets in the sea every day. Degine sometimes came to the deck and fired two shots. Over time, he was very skilled in using the revolver in Beihai Town.

"Okay. I will definitely come back before 7 o'clock in the evening and attend the dinner with you."

Zhao Xin frowned and said, "Your noble status is OK, right?"

Degine shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't even have a fief. Besides, I am a hero who has helped you visit. Those guys from the National Guild will not touch me!"

Zhao Xin nodded and asked someone to take two large cans of tea and two pieces of silk from the package he brought, and handed it to Dejine, and asked him to take it home. Then he was given one hundred tale gold coins to use as funding for the activity.

At the same time, an old friend came to the home of George Jacques Danton, who had just resigned as Attorney General. This man was very young, less than thirty years old, but he was already the core figure of the Jacobins. Because the Jacobins would sit together in the high place of the conference hall during the National Convention meeting, they were also called the "Mountains".

The two of them had just arrived in the Beihai Town Mission in Paris for a while and expressed their opinions. Zhao Xin's act of dismissing money to the dismissed servants more than half an hour ago had reached Dandong's ears.

Dandong took a sip of wine and sighed: "It seems that those Chinese are quite rich."

Robespierre said: "What I care more about is the food they parked on the big white ship on the sea."

"Grain?" Dandong's eyes suddenly widened. "How do you know? How many?"

"They had just done a three thousand pounds of wheat (1,360 kilograms) business in Le Havre. Don't ask me how I know." Robespierre took a sip of wine and continued: "According to their declaration at customs, there are at least five thousand pounds of wheat on that boat."

Dandong raised his glass and said, "Then we will show our strength tonight, buy all the Chinese food and make a good profit."

Robespierre smiled and waited for the other party to drink the wine, and suddenly said, "George, frankly, as a friend, I must remind you. You have the right and money, and are quite popular with everyone, but in my opinion, you are sliding towards danger step by step without knowing it."

Danton looked at the other party in confusion, only to hear Robespierre continue: "The rich are afraid of your power and reputation, and try to find opportunities to defeat you; although the poor will forgive the wealth you have, the premise is that you use the wealth to bring them revolutionary justice, rather than making a fortune at this time."

"The justice of the revolution... After such a big circle, what you actually want to say is to let me support the execution of the king, right?" Dandong stood slanted on the sofa, looking at the thin companion in front of him with a fair-faced face and a gray wig.

Robespierre pursed his lips and said in a deep voice: "From my intention, I don't want to hurt the king or his family. What's the benefit of me? But the war is not over yet, and we will reach a point where we cannot do both. To preserve the king and preserve the fruits of revolution, we can only choose one. If that day comes, we need to know how to choose, right?"

Dandong smiled slightly and didn't say anything. He knew that Robespierre was right, but for some reason, he had the urge to break the other person's neck.
Chapter completed!