Seeing that Jenkins stopped talking, some elderly coachmen stopped talking about it. With cracked hands, he took out a cigarette from a large pocket with fine stitches, and then realized that there were still guests in the car. After signaling to Jenkins, Jenkins shook his head to show that he didn't mind, and then the coachman pushed away the small box nailed to the carriage, took out a match, struck it on the carriage beside him, and lit the cigarette.
It's not that the skills are amazing, but that the ignition point of matches in this era is extremely low, and they can be ignited with just a stroke in any dry place. Therefore, this is also one of the reasons for the high incidence of fires.
The coachman took a deep breath and exhaled two streams of smoke from his nostrils above his fine stubble.
"Is this a self-rolling cigarette?"
Jenkins asked curiously. It was a bit windy tonight, and all the smoke from the driver was blown to the right.
The carriage continued to move forward, and there was a dark intersection ahead, and several shadows could be seen approaching.
"Yes, sir. The packs of cigarettes in the shop are too expensive, my sage, at three shillings for a pack of ten. I prefer to roll my own tobacco."
No one Jenkins knew was a smoker. According to the memory of the original owner, William Sr. smoked a pipe for a period of time a few years ago, but due to the damage of the pipe, he quit this habit.
"This is not the most expensive cigarette, the most expensive kind..."
The coachman didn't notice Jenkins' distraction, picked up the bell and shook it lightly, reminding the patrolling police officers coming from the corner ahead to pay attention. The police officers knew the holy emblem painted on the car, and stood in place politely waiting for the carriage to pass by before continuing patrol.
"The most expensive kind of three silk costs one gold pound, a whole gold pound. I don't know why those people come to the place where we live to sell this kind of tobacco?"
It was only half past seven when we arrived at the church. The guard at the church door recognized him and let him in with a nod. Stopping a middle-aged priest who was carrying a flowerpot through the corridor, he asked about the specific location, and Jenkins quickly found the classroom.
This is also a lecture hall, there are not many people, and most of them are sitting in the middle rows of chairs. Judging by the clothes and appearance on their bodies, some of them are obviously students, and more are middle-aged people who are decent, but still not middle-class.
For a while, Old William, who was a store owner, would also come to the church to attend evening classes, but after he "made his fortune", he no longer had this time.
Reverend Roberts, who was in charge of the evening classes, also came to the classroom soon. He was a gentleman in his fifties wearing glasses. He told Jenkins some precautions, such as speaking as slowly as possible, answering questions patiently, and staying for a while after the one-hour class, because someone might ask questions.
Holding a pocket watch in his hand, he thought it was almost time, but someone pushed the door and walked in.
This is a short lady, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, long wavy brown hair hanging behind her, and carrying a khaki satchel that is too long across the belt. Although the face is a bit immature, but after careful identification, it can still be distinguished that it is an adult lady.
Jenkins knew her. This was the borrower she met when she visited Miss Mihail in the hospital in the suburbs. She borrowed Jenkins for 5 pence, and then paid the interest rate of the bank opened by the believers of "Missing Traveler". Gave him 6 pence.
She claimed at the time that "everything in this world can be counted", and that this is a level 6 gifter.
"Is she also a follower of the sage?"
Jenkins thought in surprise, the short lady knew that she was late, so she raised her head in embarrassment and looked at the lecturer standing at the front. She recognized Jenkins, too, and made an apologetic look.
Jenkins' idea was quickly overturned when he found a piece of cardboard casually placed on the table by a brunette young girl. This is a temporary class certificate. If believers of foreign teachers want to attend classes, they need to spend a small amount of money.
"The pagan bestower, in order to listen to a simple math class, actually went to the church of the Orthodox Church?"
It seemed absurd to him that the short young girl might have another purpose.
Seeing her sitting in the first row, taking out notebooks and pencils from her satchel, and ignoring the chocolate lying on the far right side of the first row of tables, she looked seriously at the blackboard behind Jenkins, and Jenkins felt that what he was thinking Too much.
The previous lecturer, Mr. Foley, usually taught arithmetic content in a cycle of 5 classes. Before he left, he had already finished the last class, so Jenkins started from the most basic ones today.
He was well prepared, and he also took into account that the audience below had a low level of education and a poor foundation, so basically he didn't write anything on the blackboard, but used examples to illustrate addition and subtraction, such as normal vegetable trading examples, etc. wait.
There were no accidents in this class, and basically no one except Jenkins talked. When he announced the end of today's class, no one applauded, and the audience left one after another.
Of course, before leaving, I still politely say hello to Jenkins.
This is a normal phenomenon. The original owner was brought here by the old William when he was a child, so he didn't feel that his level was poor.
"Sorry to excuse me, where did Mr. Foley go? Oh, yes, hello, um..."
"Williamette, Jenkins Williamette."
"Hello, Mr. Williams, my name is Alexia Miller. Sorry to take up some of your time, where is the original lecturer, Mr. Foley?"
Miss Miller walked to the blackboard and asked Jenkins after everyone had left, clutching her bag.
"Mr. Foley suffered from a serious illness some time ago. After recovering from his illness, he returned to his hometown to spend his old age peacefully. He also resigned from his position in the school, and the church also said hello. From now on, every Wednesday church Let me do the math."
He told the truth without hiding it.
"That's it."
Miss Miller looked disappointed.
Jenkins didn't want to get involved with the unknown gifter, but he couldn't hold back his curiosity and this is a church, so it was safe, so he asked:
"Ma'am, do you have anything to do with Mr. Foley? The church knows his current address, maybe you can write him a letter."
"No, thank you. The National Research Institute of the Cheslan Kingdom published a very good book last week. I have some questions to ask Mr. Foley. Now that he has left, forget it."
Jenkins felt that this matter was familiar. He thought for a while and asked again:
"Is it "A Brief Introduction to Advanced Mathematics"?"
"Oh, you know that too?"
Ms. Miller asked in surprise, "This book has not yet been released in our country. My book was lent to me by my friend at the Nolan Private Third Preparatory Academy."
"Is that so? The book I saw was mailed to me by my friend in Loen. Thanks to the sage, the entire continent has the same language."
"So, do you understand all the knowledge in the book?"
Miss Miller asked again, and it looked like the conversation was going to go on for a long time. Jenkins glanced at the chocolate and saw that it was still sleeping on the first row of tables, thinking that it would be okay to delay it a little longer.
"Some can understand."
He answered cautiously, and then watched the short lady take out "A Brief Introduction to Advanced Mathematics" from her satchel, flipped through a few pages, and handed the book to Jenkins.
"Excuse me, do you know what this means? When I do calculations, I always get different results."
Jenkins flipped through it a few times, and blinked naturally. Except for the same number of light spots, there were at least five places on her body that shone with strong aura.
"Are there so many special items? Does it mean that people who like mathematics have good fortune?"
As he thought about it, he calculated how much his family had, and then put his finger on the book, pretending to be reading it.
"Let me take a look... No, the answer you got is also correct, but the form is different. You know Euler, ahem, do you know the equation?"
After finishing speaking, Jenkins turned around and wrote Euler's formula on the blackboard, "The exponential form and imaginary numbers can be converted, and they have the same numerical meaning."
"Is that so, how did you come up with this formula? Is it some famous professor? Oh, God, mathematics is always so pleasant."
Miss Miller asked again, turning the podium and coming up to Jenkins. The man noticed that the exclamation just now was "God", rather than referring to a specific existence. This kind of situation is not uncommon, but if it happens to a strange gifter, it is very likely that she is a false god believer.
"It's easy, just..."
Jenkins was stunned suddenly. Since she asked this question, it means that the "A Brief Introduction to Advanced Mathematics" did not mention this formula. And Jenkins wrote these things in his letter, so he thought it was also in the book, so he answered it so quickly just now.
Focusing on thinking about the identity of a lady, I accidentally made such a mistake.
"Oh no."
Thinking in his heart, he turned around, put the half-used chalk in the box pretending to be natural, and pushed the lid of the box on.
"Sorry, I read this formula from another book, and I don't remember the proof method."
It is a pity to say that if this topic continues, it will be questioned.
"Well, that would be a pity."
Fortunately, Miss Miller did not ask for specific titles. She showed the same regretful expression, then took back her book, and thanked Jenkins softly:
"Thanks for the help, if there is a chance, I will help you too."
"Too polite."
"No, if you have a loan, you have to pay it back. This is a very normal thing."
PS: This chapter is 3000 words, thank you for your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets.
Another: This chapter is not a word count, Miss Miller is an important role.