It was already noon the next day when they arrived in Boston.
Wilson looked at the noisy and bustling city around him, the smiling people coming and going, and the busy citizens, and felt the unique atmosphere of life.
One after another, colorful billboards squeezed into his sight, displaying themselves flamboyantly and attracting customers.
Because it was established earlier, Boston is very compact. The surrounding buildings are also relatively dense, and people in residential areas may reach out and touch the houses opposite.
The buildings in this city also have a unique flavor. Compared with ordinary industrial cities, it has more cultural heritage and some Christian characteristics.
After all, this is Boston, the capital of Massachusetts, one of the oldest and most historically and culturally valuable cities in the United States. It was the city founded by European Puritan immigrants who first landed in America, and the famous "Boston Tea Party" event took place here.
Some people even call Boston the "Athens of America" and the "oldest city" in the United States.
The cheerful and active life around them dispelled the melancholy of the expedition team. Everyone seemed to be infected by the bright and soothing atmosphere of the city, and the depression caused by the small town seemed to be swept away.
Wilson was slightly absent-minded.
The hustle and bustle around him, the sounds of people talking and shouting, and the colorful advertisements on the roadside seemed to remind him all the time that this was no longer the hometown he was familiar with.
He subconsciously looked into the distance, towards the distant east.
The other side of the ocean in this era is not their hometown, nor the stable country where he grew up.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt a strong desire.
He wanted to go and see the other side of the ocean in this era, even though he knew that at this time, that country had not yet found the right path and was still struggling in hardships.
Even if it's not his hometown, he still wants to visit it.
He didn't know whether the course of history would develop as it did in this polluted world. He knew that history would not be changed by one person's power, but he still wanted to see if it was possible.
If so, try to make a small contribution.
"What's wrong with you?" Geologist William noticed something strange about him and asked with some confusion.
"No, it's nothing." Wilson smiled lightly, "It's just that I suddenly remembered the topic I studied before, about the history of urban evolution in ancient China. The city and the city in ancient China refer to two different things, and the city refers to
The city wall was the city wall, and the city was the market. It was not until the Song Dynasty that the city's functions were gradually integrated."
"The history of Boston seems to have followed the development of the city at the beginning, that is, the world market. I think the comparison of the development histories of two different cities is of great research value."
Wilson talked eloquently about his research direction, which made the geologists a little confused, but they still listened patiently.
Others did not find anything strange about Wilson's words. After all, Wilson himself is a professor of ancient Chinese history at Miskatonic University.
Although I haven’t taken a single class until now.
However, Wilson's subtle guidance along the way has convinced them of his identity.
Yes, Wilson deliberately combined the history he learned in high school with the current scene. His initial position in the expedition team was as an ancient research scholar, and he served as a professor of ancient Chinese history at the University of Michigan.
Generally speaking, when people meet a stranger, they usually have an initial impression, and what Wilson does is to deepen their impression. When they think of themselves, their first reaction is: Oh, it’s that ancient time
Professor of Chinese History.
Instead of letting them think divergently, they feel that this person does not seem to have any special expertise, which makes others think there is something suspicious.
Although Wilson doesn't think that the people in the expedition team will think that he is Ultraman without knowing anything, he will definitely show abnormalities as time goes by. He will deepen other people's stereotypes and make others think that he is Ultraman.
It is also necessary to be a scholar who is obsessed with research.
And sometimes he will reveal something inadvertently, and it is good to explain it with this reason.
"There will be a passenger ship bound for Japan tomorrow afternoon."
Captain Lyndon informed everyone in the expedition team, "Everyone can have a good rest in Boston tonight. Thank you for your hard work."
"Hopefully nothing will happen again."
The geologist muttered quietly.
Wilson immediately glared at him, pulled him over, and said in a serious tone: "You know, there is a kind of metaphysics in the mysterious East, which is something similar to magic divination. They think it is very effective. Especially like this
At this time, you must not say similar words, otherwise it will set a flag."
"Flag planting?"
Geologists were a little confused, "What does this mean?"
"That is, there are flags on the back." Wilson explained, "This is derived from their classical drama. The actors will plant flags when they go on stage, and generally those who plant flags will not end well."
The geologist nodded in understanding: "This is really amazing."
"Yes." Wilson said sincerely, "So, I want to go to that ancient country to see it in person."
Boston is located at the mouth of the Charles and Mystic rivers, on the Atlantic coast of the northeastern United States, and is bordered by Massachusetts Bay to the east. It has good port conditions and is the largest port city in the New England region of the northeastern United States.
The city was originally built on a small peninsula on the south bank of the Charles River estuary, almost surrounded by water, and connected to the mainland only by a narrow isthmus. From 1630 to 1890, by filling in the gaps between swamps, seaside mudflats and docks, Boston's
The city tripled in size.
Now their car is parked on this reclaimed land, and there are many guests and dock workers coming and going around, including some businessmen in suits and leather shoes, and some laid-off workers who are simply dressed and covered in dirt.
As factories began to decline due to their obsolescence, factories were relocated to areas with cheaper labor. Boston responded and began to build various urban renewal projects, including demolishing the outdated West End and building the Boston Government Center.
Although the government has taken these measures, there are still many unemployed workers hanging around the docks. They will help move things and carry luggage, and work hard every day just to earn a measly penny.
"Sir, do you need help?"
Looking at Wilson expectantly was an Asian face with black hair and eyes.
He has a thin, stooped figure and a sallow complexion.