Claude got up very early. If it was Chen Xi before time travel, he might not get up and go to the company until noon because of the rich nightlife. But after becoming Claude, he had to get up early, and he was even used to it being past five o'clock. Wake up day.
Every morning at six o'clock in the morning, the benzene-heavy horn bell will ring in the War Temple at the east end of the town. The crisp bell will ring throughout Bailu Town, which heralds the beginning of a new day. Bailu Town will also wake up from silence and regain its vitality. The noise of carriages and horses and the shouts of hawkers will soon echo in the streets and alleys.
The morning glow dyed the entire sky red, and it seemed that today would be a sunny day.
Good weather means enough light, so there is no need to light an oil lamp for morning reading. Claude rubbed his face, sat down at the desk, picked up his grammar book and started reading silently.
Claude has always considered himself a miserable time traveler because he has no system, no portable space, and no grandfather in the ring. Isn't it said that people who travel through time have golden fingers? But it took Claude more than half a year to confirm that he did not have any golden fingers. The only thing that was a little abnormal was that his hearing was very sensitive and he could hear other people's voices from a long distance. In addition, my imagination may be a little richer. Sometimes when I hear my parents talking downstairs, I can simulate the appearance of the living room downstairs and my parents' every move in my mind.
A new world means new words and new knowledge. After reading books for more than ten years in my previous life, I never expected that I would have to go to school again after traveling through time. Is there any more unlucky traveler than this? Especially when the origin of the body he traveled through was... The master is still a bad student, and his grades are among the last in the class. In order to understand this new world that I have traveled through, I have to study hard so that I can better integrate into this new world.
The bell rang, and the melodious bells echoed in the sky. Soon, there were sounds of moving and opening the door downstairs. My mother had already gotten up to prepare breakfast for the family.
Claude threw the grammar book in his hand on the table. In fifteen minutes, everything that needed to be reviewed and previewed was already done. Thanks to more than three months of hard work, his performance in the class has improved by leaps and bounds. But in order to hide his clumsiness, Claude had to deliberately make a few wrong questions during the monthly exam to avoid accidentally becoming the first in the class, which would make people suspicious.
After all, the original owner of this body's grades were really bad. It was surprising enough to improve by ten or twenty places. Claude himself couldn't even imagine that a class of sixty-three people would get first place in the exam. What happens. Therefore, for him, even for very simple courses, grades are not important. What is important is to understand this new world through learning.
“Lamb naan freshly baked lamb naan”
“The best honey, golden osmanthus honey, is sweet from the mouth to the heart.”
"Apples, apples for sale sir, three pfennig a boiled apple, thank you"
The cries of vendors came from the streets, as well as the rumble of hard wheels rolling across the street.
"Good morning, Mrs. Field. Do you need milk today? Fresh milk, just brought from the pasture." This is the voice of Uncle Green. He has a pasture in the hilly area north of the town and raises more than ten cows. He gets up before dawn every day, milks the cows, and arrives in town before the horn bell rings to deliver milk to customers who have placed deposits. As for the extra milk, he sold it along the street and drove the old carriage back when it was sold out.
Although my mother was not Uncle Green's milk deposit customer, because of my father's relationship, Uncle Green would often come over to inquire and sell some milk half-sold and half free.
"Good morning, Old Green, let me take a look first." After a while, the mother said, "It's very fresh milk. Give me a jug."
Claude shook his head. His mother must have taken the extra-large silver jug at home to buy milk again. One jug in this silver jug was worth two jugs.
Sure enough, my mother's voice sounded: "Is one sunar enough?"
"That's enough, that's enough." Uncle Green said, "One pot and one sutar, that's how I sell it."
"Thank you, Brother Green." Mother knew very well that she had taken advantage, but she was used to it.
Claude's father, Moore Thornfield, is the administrative director of White Deer Town and can be regarded as a prominent person in the town.