Thomas and the sailors carried the first batch of boxes and walked into the city of London.

When Thomas entered the city of London, many residents ran out and headed towards the port.

The sound of the shelling at the port just now was not only heard by Cromwell in Parliament and Charles I, but basically all the residents of London also heard the sound of the cannon.

When the sound of the cannons disappeared, these residents wanted to watch the excitement and see what happened.

No matter what time of day, there are always a lot of people watching, even here.

Thomas led the sailors to carry the first batch of boxes and headed towards where he lived.

The place where Thomas lives is not far from Windsor Castle, but it is still quite far from the port. It takes almost half an hour to walk before Thomas reaches his place of residence.

Thomas was a nobleman, and his house was relatively large, with a large yard and many servants. Thomas had just appeared at the door of his house, and the servants of Thomas' family who were working at the door discovered Thomas.

For a moment, the servants in Thomas's house became excited.

Thomas took the sailor into his yard and directed the sailor to place the boxes in the yard.

In order to prevent any accidents from happening to these boxes, Thomas left seven or eight sailors to guard these boxes, and then he returned to the port with the remaining people.

When returning to the port, Thomas got out his carriage and headed towards the port in the carriage.

There were a lot of boxes, and if sailors were to carry them, it would not only be time-consuming but also labor-intensive, so Thomas thought of using a horse-drawn carriage to transport them.

When he left his house, there were no people on the road, and the carriage went relatively smoothly. However, the further he walked toward the port, the more people gathered on the road. In the end, Thomas could not even move forward and could not move forward.

These residents all ran out to see what was going on at the port. Thomas looked at the people gathered together with an angry look on his face. He sat on the carriage and yelled at the people next to him: "Get out of my way, you guys."

Everyone, get out of my way."

After all, Thomas was a nobleman. No matter where and at any time, the people at the bottom were still very afraid when facing the nobles. Therefore, under Thomas's scolding, the gathered people hurriedly made way to let him pass.

It is impossible for ordinary people to have a carriage here in Shitstick. Coupled with the decoration of the carriage, the people who gathered quickly recognized Thomas's noble status.

Not long after, Thomas drove the carriage to the port.

This time, Thomas loaded some of the remaining boxes onto the carriage and escorted them back himself.

In this way, after four or five deliveries in total, all the two hundred boxes containing Dresser rifles were finally shipped back.

After transporting these boxes back, Thomas returned to the port and took He Donglang and others towards his home.

At this time, the area near the port was crowded with residents who came to watch the excitement.

They were talking a lot when they looked at the messy port, and they were also talking a lot when they looked at the treasure ships docked in the port.

Coupled with the oriental faces of people like He Donglang, these residents are talking a lot.

The eyes of these residents kept scanning the port, the treasure ship, and people like He Donglang.

There is a lack of entertainment facilities, entertainment projects, and entertainment methods in this era. Although the West is now experiencing rapid development and opening up, for the residents at the bottom, information is still relatively limited. They watch

He Donglang's face looked strange, and he was chattering away.

From birth to death, these residents in London have almost never seen people with Eastern faces. They are just like people in the mainland seeing people with Western faces. They are surprised, amazed and surprised.

Strange.

He Donglang looked at the onlookers with a arrogant look on his face. He Donglang couldn't understand a word of what these residents were talking about. Similarly, these residents couldn't understand what He Donglang said.

"What a bunch of barbarians!" He Donglang shouted, and under the leadership of Thomas, he walked into the city of London.

When He Donglang passed by these residents, he could clearly smell the odor on these residents. This odor was not a simple odor, but a mixed odor, mixed with the smell of sweat.

Mixed with other odors, it's disgusting.

The city of London is the capital of troublemakers. In He Donglang's subconscious mind, the capital of a country must be the cleanest and best place in the country. He Donglang also thought so, but the scene he saw later made him

He Donglang will never forget it.

As soon as I walked into the city of London, a very foul smell hit my face.

He Donglang's expression changed instantly. He covered his nose with a look of discomfort on his face, "What does this smell like? Why is it so smelly? Who pooped in the street? Why is it so smelly?"

He Donglang covered his nose and kept cursing.

After He Donglang walked into the city, He Donglang saw a scene he would never forget in his life.

I saw feces everywhere in the streets and alleys. Some of the feces were even dry, but some of the feces were still wet and looked as if they had just been released.

He Donglang even saw a few middle-aged people urinating and defecating everywhere without any scruples.

"How could it be like this? How could these people be like this? Are these people shameless? How dare they defecate anywhere? It's disgusting!"

Looking at the scene in front of him, He Donglang had a look of astonishment on his face. He really could not have imagined that such a thing would happen.

In addition to feces, sewage and all kinds of sewage flowed across the streets. It was as if the city had no drainage system. There were countless flies and mosquitoes, making the city disgusting.

In fact, the city of London today is much better than the city of London in the Middle Ages.

In today's London, these things are much better than those in the Middle Ages, both in quantity and quality.

In the Middle Ages, in the city of London at that time, the piles of feces made it impossible to walk. It is said that high heels were born to prevent stepping on feces.

Although it is much better than the Middle Ages, for He Donglang, who has long been accustomed to cleanliness and hygiene, the current London is still unacceptable to him.

He Donglang patted the shoulder of Thomas who was walking in front of him and asked in disbelief: "Why are these people still defecating everywhere? Why is there so much shit on the street? Why is it like this? Don't you guys care?

For a moment? Can you guys live with such a disgusting scene?"

He Donglang's voice was translated by the translator. Thomas stopped listening to the translated voice. He explained: "This is how it is here. This is normal. Basically, the things in the toilet at home will be cleaned at will.

Falling on the street.

As for management, it's not easy to manage, and you don't have that much money to do it, so you have to let it go. Moreover, even if you clear these things on the street, within a day, the streets will be filled with these things again.

"

He Donglang looked at Thomas in disbelief. He really didn't expect that the West would be like this.

He Donglang kept shaking his head, "Barbarians are barbarians, it's really disgusting."

He Donglang, a steely man who never frowned on the battlefield, almost couldn't hold it back and vomited here today.

He Donglang was walking on the streets of London, not even daring to take a big breath. He Donglang was afraid that his big breath would inhale the powdered feces into his lungs.

When He Donglang thought of that scene, he felt sick to death.

He Donglang was walking on the streets of London, feeling disgust all over his body. Apart from disgust, he was still disgusted.

"It's so disgusting, it's so disgusting!"

He Donglang kept yelling and scolding. He Donglang was very casual when he yelled and scolded. After all, the people around him didn't understand, so they just scolded him.

Not long after walking, He Donglang came to Thomas's residence. The house Thomas lived in was a typical European-style building. In addition, Thomas was a nobleman, so the place where Thomas lived looked very wealthy, like that kind of luxury house.

All public welfare and all wealth must be displayed. He Donglang stood outside the door of Thomas's house and looked at Thomas's house with disdain. This kind of aesthetics is not as good as the locals there.

Rich man, how could a truly wealthy family change their home to look like this? They really don’t understand the meaning of it at all.

"This is my home, please come in."

Thomas pointed to the door of his home and said to He Donglang and others.

When the translator translated Thomas's voice, He Donglang was not polite and led his men directly into the door of Thomas' house.

The servants who were working in the yard saw Thomas walking in with such a group of people. They immediately put down their working tools, stood respectfully on both sides of the road, and bowed to Thomas.

When these servants saw He Donglang and others walking in, their faces were no less surprised than those of the residents. However, due to their status, they did not dare to ask.

"I didn't expect you to be here, living a pretty good life, quite nourishing?!"

He Donglang walked into the living room under the leadership of Thomas.

Thomas's home is a three-story building, somewhat similar to the European-style villas of later generations, but it is not as luxurious as the European-style villas of later generations. After all, in this era, supplies are still relatively scarce.

He Donglang took Wang Dongliang and several guards into the living room, while the rest of his men stayed in the yard outside.

The soldiers led by He Donglang were all the most elite soldiers. They stood in the yard as straight as pine trees and motionless.

The servants in the yard looked at these soldiers standing upright with surprise on their faces. They didn't understand why these soldiers stood so straight, but seeing the extraordinary momentum of these soldiers standing there, they didn't dare to go up and disturb them.

I can only watch from a distance.

Thomas arranged for He Donglang, Wang Dongliang and others to sit in the living room. The chairs in the living room were sofas. However, the sofas of this era were not as luxurious as the large European sofas of later generations. The sofas of this era were relatively simple.

It's just filled with some goose feathers, and it doesn't have the comfort of later generations.

Although it is quite comfortable to sit on, it is not as good as the sofas of later generations.

He Donglang sat on the sofa, and the soft touch came back, making He Donglang show an expression of enjoyment.

He Donglang stroked the sofa he sat on and cursed: "These barbarians really know how to enjoy themselves. The chairs are so soft and comfortable. I really don't know what they think. They are really just like those rich people. They are really like them."

Just like those rich locals who have been poor for a long time but suddenly became rich."

He Tung Lang had a look of disdain on his face. Ever since He Tung Lang entered the city of London, He Tung Lang had been showing disdain.

Also, in this era, when people in the mainland look at Westerners, they basically look at them from a condescending perspective. In their view, these places are barbaric places.

The people in these places are all barbarians, how can they be as good as our heavenly country?

The seats in the west are different from those in the east, so Thomas sat directly opposite He Donglang.
To be continued...