Make France Great Again

April 22, 1848 at 8:00 am.

A clipper ship full of cargo and passengers set off from Calais across the English Channel, broke through the white mist that spread on the sea level, and arrived in the waters near the London Dockyard in the early morning.

On the watchtower of the wharf, the signalman responsible for reporting the arrival of the ship sent a signal to the moving ship to enter the port, and at the same time reported the news of the arrival of the ship to the people below the watchtower. The London dockyard, which had been silent all night, welcomed it at this moment. First order today.

"You pigs, waste! If you don't want to be unemployed like other docks, move for me!"

The wharf on the shore, dressed in shabby and dusty wharf workers, under the yelling of the rough wharf supervisor, with the exhausted body that had just carried and sorted the goods, but had no time to rest for a moment, assembled and boarded the small boat prepared at the wharf.

Although their faces were filled with numbness, their bodies still moved involuntarily.

It was not easy to find a job in the 19th century, not to mention that it is still in a special period. If there is a slight mistake, the only thing waiting for them is unreasonable layoffs.

Redundancies mean slow death for a longshoreman who has seen dead bodies drift down the Thames in the days since the economic crisis.

Roommates who were laughing and laughing together one day may become part of the homeless army the next day because they are unemployed and unable to pay rent.

Not to mention them, even those well-dressed gentlemen face the risk of unemployment or even death all the time.

These days they have seen an unknown number of corpses floating on the Thames, wearing black jackets with their heads facing the water and their backs facing the sky.

Listen to them, these people are those guys who like to take advantage of opportunities on weekdays.

Must not be dismissed has become the purest wish in the heart of every dock worker.

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Under the guidance of the watchtower, the small boats docked on both sides of the London dock slowly entered the narrow diversion channel. The sails were retracted one after another, and the boat continued to sail for a certain distance with the remaining strength, until the thick iron anchor completely sank underwater.

Several small boats gradually approached the cargo ship sailing ship, and the wooden inclined ladder fell from the sailing ship to the small boat.

The passengers on the splint slide from the inclined ladder to the small boat under the command of the sailor, and then go ashore in the small boat.

Passengers left the ship and boarded the dinghy one by one until the last young man.

At this time, he was smiling and shaking hands with the sailors who surrounded him in turn.

The sailors were very excited when they were held by young people, and they kept chanting words such as "Long live the emperor" and "Long live the empire".

"Cough...cough..."

A crisp cough came from behind the sailors, and almost all the sailors knew that the owner of the voice was the captain of the ship, and then the first mate's rough voice came: "You want to surround the guests When! Have you all forgotten your duties? Hurry up and go to work!"

The sailors who had surrounded the young man dispersed after hearing Daifuku's rough voice, and many sailors showed regretful expressions on their faces.

The captain and first mate came in front of the young man and said respectfully, "I am very sorry for what happened just now! Your Royal Highness!"

The young man called the prince by the captain looked only twenty-three or four years old, with a slender figure, with flowing golden hair swaying in the wind under the sea breeze, and his angular face with black pupils was very similar to that person.

"Sir!" The young man smiled and stretched out his hand, and said sincerely: "The empire has long since ceased to exist for many years, and I am no longer a prince! I prefer you to call me Napoleon Jérôme rather than a prince." .Bonaparte [1]!"

"His Royal Highness..." The captain held Jerome's hand like a child seeing a new toy, and said, "Oh no! Forgive me for calling you Jerome,

My father was originally a member of the imperial guards, and I grew up listening to the emperor's stories..."

The captain told little Jérôme about how his father became a member of the emperor's army, experienced Leipzig with the emperor, and was forced to retire after the battle because of an injured right foot...

"When I found out that you were on the ship... I really didn't know how to face you... My father always taught me..." The captain chattered like a flood with the tap turned on, talking about how his family served the emperor. The history of conquest.

Jerome listened quietly to the captain's words, nodding from time to time.

The captain's eloquent words lasted for nearly half an hour, until the first officer standing aside gently touched his body with his elbow.

The captain who reacted quickly apologized to Jerome.

Jerome nodded and said: "Thank you for everything you have done for the empire, the Bonaparte family will not forget his supporters!"

After speaking, Jerome took out the pocket watch from his jacket pocket, and it was already a quarter past nine.

There are less than 2 hours left to meet.

"I'm sorry! Please allow me to excuse me for a moment, I will meet with my cousin! Rushing to miss an appointment is not what a gentleman should do!" Jerome said with a hint of apology in his tone.

"No... no... I was rude!" The captain also apologized.

Watched by the captain, first mate and all crew members, Jerome Bonaparte left the sailboat and jumped onto the small boat leading to the London pier.

Little Jerome, who was sitting at the stern, looked at the countless small boats going back and forth on both sides of the river, with a hint of bewilderment in his eyes.

It has been nearly 4 months since he traveled to the present, and there is still a vague gap between him and the world.

Everything in front of me seems so illusory, but it really exists.

The water in the Thames is many times dirtier than in the 21st century, and there is an indescribably pungent smell in the air.

Those who preach clean air should really take a look here, pure Ansa fresh air in the 19th century.

Little Jerome complained silently in his heart.

The boat continued to move forward, and the pungent smell became more and more intense.

Sitting in a small boat and looking far away, you can see rows of towering "chimneys" emitting white smoke in the distance.

This kind of smog is sulfur dioxide after coal combustion. If it is in the 21st century, such emissions will only attract the attention of environmental protection workers, and the rectification and shutdown are just around the corner.

In the 19th century, this was a symbol of a powerful empire.

The behemoth known as industry is spreading its ferocious fangs in an attempt to devour the entire world.

Notes: 1. Napoleon Jerome Bonaparte (September 9, 1822-March 17, 1891), son of Jerome Bonaparte and nephew of Napoleon.