Chapter 475
The train station was full of soldiers in military uniforms, some of whom had received their conscription orders to go to the barracks, and some of whom had been discharged from the army. The prostitutes gathered at the train stations to squat on these men, and it was a big source of income for them.
There were studies in the British newspapers about this situation, analyzing that there were far more prostitutes soliciting at the train stations than in the cities, because most of the soldiers had their pensions with them, and the men, if they had received their draft orders, were willing to get a little romantic relief before they left.
The newspapers made it sound full of sad romance, rather like a love story with a tragic ending.
After boarding the train, they arrived in London in the afternoon.
Su Chunjun went to talk to the scriptwriter, dropped her off at the department store and left. She didn’t want to go to the publisher to sit around and drink tea.
She came to the department store to buy socks.
If there was a greatest invention of the Industrial Revolution at this time, she would say socks!
When she came to England, she realized that the English used to wear hand-knit socks.
Hand-knitted, woolen socks.
Zhu Er Miss’s level of women’s red has always been very stable, she never thought that it was only after arriving in England that she needed to be baptized in women’s red.
In China, she didn’t even need it!
In China, her mom didn’t even ask her to know how to make clothes!
But in England, knowing how to make clothes was a must for ladies and housewives.
She’d been tortured to death by that for the first few years when she’d had to socialize. In the end, she simply had the cheek to say she didn’t like housework and shrugged it off, which saved her from having to exchange needlework with English housewives.
Then she went to the department store bright and early to buy everything.
After a few years, the thing that pleased her the most was the factory machine-knit cotton socks, which were much better than any damn hand-knit socks.
As for hand-knitted mittens and sweaters, hand-knitted napkins and tablecloths, hand-knitted lace – can you believe it! English ladies actually have to hand-knit lace for their hats and dresses.
Zhu Yuyan justified herself by saying, “I go to the store and buy it all.”
She refused to torture her eyes and fingers.
She bought twenty pairs of socks at the department store, which she and Su Chunjun both needed, because socks can easily get holes in them, and even if they are mended, they are still uncomfortable to wear, so the socks that have holes in them will be saved up to tie mops, so it’s not a waste to utilize them.
There are also handkerchiefs, which she and Su Chunjun also need, because sometimes they just can’t find where they put them.
There were also fake collars, which were very useful after there was no way to whitewash the shirts, especially on occasions like today’s outing, when she and Su Chunjun used fake collars.
There were also a lot of miscellaneous things that she bought, and she had them all delivered to the coffee shop for her by someone from the department store.
As soon as she sat at the table in the coffee shop, three or four sets of beggars came, there were small children and old people, men and women, they must be in a gang.
Zhu Yuyan ignored them and just ordered some food, she said to them, “After I leave, you can come and take the rest of the food away.”
She didn’t give money, only food.
It wasn’t that these people weren’t pathetic enough, but if one gave, the rest would keep coming back to haunt her, and it was best to give none.
She waited for more than thirty minutes before Su Chunjun arrived. He got out of the public carriage, carrying a briefcase that looked like it was packed to the brim.
He kissed her before sitting down and beckoning the waiter to order sandwiches and tea.
Her: “Got a lot of work?”
Su Chunjun nodded, “There are a lot of new publications that need to be translated, mostly in German and French and one in Japanese, I’m coming to all of them, no one can turn them over faster than we can.”
She said, “No one can do it cheaper than us either.”
He laughed and said, “Publishers are having a bit of a tough time too, thanks to the press laws, they have freedom of publication, or they’d be finished for sure.” He added, “By the way, they’ve given a couple more novels in French, all the most popular court novels these days, and I hope to see them soon.”
Publishers have to make money on the most popular romances, but they also need scholarly journals to keep up the style. But it was the translated manuscripts of romance novels that they paid for most readily.
The two men came with only two turned manuscripts to turn in, but returned with both hands full of stuff.
After traveling back to the post office in the public carriage and then home in their own carriage, they didn’t arrive home until almost dark.
If it hadn’t been for the horse knowing the way, the two of them would have been left outside.
Nothing could be done at night, the two of them drank some cold water from the teapot in the dark and lay down to sleep, and got up early the next morning to work.
Su Chunjun made breakfast, Zhu Yuyan came to organize the things brought back yesterday.
The clothes bought from the department store were all put away in a drawer or closet, with a focus on the translation manuscripts that were brought back.
What the publisher gave them were books. She separated the French romance novels from the science publications and realized that there were surprisingly more romance novels than new discoveries by scientists this time around.
She called into the kitchen, “You’re going to have to turn over a few books for me this time, this is too much.”
Su Chunjun exclaimed, “Yes! I have no problem with that!”
She then skipped the romance novels and went to the science publications first.
She had recently become most familiar with the French language, so she read the French ones first.
The French people’s hatred for the imperial system had not weakened in the slightest since they had beheaded the king and queen, and this was because after the death of the last king and queen of France, France was plunged into an even more chaotic civil war, and the French people didn’t miss the last king and queen because of this, but rather, they hated them even more for leaving their people with the same raggedy-like kingdom.
That’s why the preface of this scientific journal greeted the last king and queen first, politely cursing a natural paragraph before starting to speak properly.
Zhu Yuyan was used to it.
There is a problem in this era, and it is also something that she realized only after her personal experience, that is, this era because it is an era of scientific discovery and scientific invention blowout, all kinds of inventors and scientists are too many, and all kinds of discoveries are too much, so …… there are a lot of them that may not be true.
Academic fraud is in any era.
Because people in this era have a superstition about all the things that bear the name of science, as long as the propaganda pulls full, everyone will believe.
For example, take toothpaste for pregnant women to drink so that she can sleep peacefully, take toothpaste candy for children to eat so that he does not hurt, such as stomach ache ah, toothache ah, as long as the child cries out in pain, the mother can take toothpaste candy to coax the child oh.
At this point, Su Chunjun are not quite able to distinguish which paper is useful, which is useless, which is pure nonsense.
Because being able to clearly write a good paper is not a professional ability that every scientist has to have.
Even if there were experimental data, the two of them couldn’t read them all.
As a result, Zhu Yuyan took on this responsibility of selection, and it was up to her to distinguish what kind of papers were useful and what were useless.
Su Chunjun couldn’t tell the difference himself, so he left it all to his wife, and he was very relieved. As long as she said that this might be right and that might be nonsense, he would accept it all.
When he finished breakfast and came over to ask his wife to eat, he saw her frowning tightly, the pencil in her hand was put down.
He hurried over, “What’s wrong?”
Zhu Yuyan closed the journal and sighed, “I saw a terrible paper, I don’t think I should turn it over.”
Su Chunjun jerked the book out of her hands and flipped it open, his own eyebrows furrowing.
The title of this one was unusual, it claimed that it could change people’s minds and brainwash them.
It seemed to sound amazing.
But the accompanying picture underneath it was even scarier.
The accompanying pictures weren’t even hand-drawn, they were photographs.
In the first of the photos, a doctor look-alike straps a belt restraint around the head of a white patient to hold his head in place.
In the second, the doctor uses a hammer to pound nails into the patient’s head.
In the third picture, the doctor attaches an electrical rating plate to the nail and connects the wires.
In the fourth picture, the doctor energizes the wires.
In the fifth sheet, the person whose head had been hammered with a nail was surprisingly still alive – as proof that it wasn’t the doctor killing people, and that he was really conducting scientific research.
Su Chunjun was shocked, “Is this …… real?”
Zhu Yuyan couldn’t say anything either. She knew that such things as brainwashing existed in the world of the future, after all, there had always been similar rumors, but what shocked her was that this image of a nail in the head was the beginning of the legend of brainwashing.
Because Frankenstein with nails on his head was a famous image in future movies and TV, like brainwashed super soldiers who were also tied up and electrocuted.
–She had never imagined that this science fiction was even a scientific study nowadays.
That someone was actually hammering nails into people’s heads and electrifying them?
How many tests did this scientist have to do to get this person who is immortal in this picture?
How long did this patient live after getting off the operating table?
She said, “This can’t be flipped, this is too scary.”
Why flip it when you know it’s wrong? Is it going to be publicized for more scientists to know to experiment on.
She didn’t doubt for a second that they would be able to get test subjects, there were as many strays out there in the city as they wanted.
Su Chunjun went to the post office the next day and contacted the publisher, but he came back and shook his head, saying, “They liked the first one and insisted on translating this.”