The trip arranged by Ronnie Travel for Alex and his wife is still very rich, shopping or something Itno is downstairs in the Rhodesia Hotel, no need to make special arrangements, the mystery of the trip is the different scenery along the way, experience the living conditions of people in different corners of the world, and the punch-card travel is completely unknown.

When Montgomery and Shaw came to pick up Alex the next day, Alex had already changed into crisp cargo pants and a crewneck T-shirt, and Mrs. Alex had changed into a more comfortable bragi, which is a transliteration of the Russian word for dress.

"We're going to visit the Nyasaland State Museum this morning, which will give you a better understanding of the culture of Southern Africa, and then we're going to the Sunset Restaurant on Sunset Boulevard to taste the specialties of Nyasaland, and in the afternoon we're going to go to the biggest flying club in L.A., and we're going to have a pilot in place, and he'll fly you around L.A. and experience what it's like to fly in the sky, like a bird." Montgomery wears a casual suit, not the three-piece suit that Alex is used to, but the way to wear a shirt directly inside a blazer.

Alex felt that this way of wearing it was also quite comfortable, and decided to try it himself another day.

"Can you fly over Fort Eagle?" Mrs. Alex had requested that the status of Fort Eagle in Nyasaland be unquestionable, and Ronnie's travel agency used a picture of Fort Eagle as the cover of the brochure.

"Madam, I'm afraid this won't work, the sky around Eagle Fort is a no-fly zone, and planes are not allowed to fly." Montgomery Cop, the term no-fly zone is now only used in southern Africa.

"No-fly zone? What do you mean? Alex wondered, wondering when the sky would become territory.

"It's literal, No-fly zone—" Montgomery smiled, but many Britons still couldn't accept the fact that southern Africa had risen, and they always felt superior to others in southern Africa and could do whatever they wanted.

"Understandable, after all, it's where the Marquis of Nyasaland and the Lady of Nyasaland live." Mrs. Alex expressed understanding.

Alex shook his head in disapproval, but didn't speak.

"Why can't you, the king won't open his palace, your house can be entered by the wind and rain, but the king can't enter, and the Marquis of Nyasaland and the Lady of Nyasaland also have the right to protect their privacy." There was no need for Montgomery to speak, Mrs. Alex was righteous.

"I didn't want to snoop into the privacy of the Marquis of Nyasaland, I just felt that even the sky had to be designated as a no-fly zone, which was a big fuss." What really upsets Alex is that even the sky over Buckingham Palace is not a no-fly zone, and Fort Eagle has fallen into a no-fly zone, which takes a hit to Alex's self-esteem.

In fact, the sky over Buckingham Palace is also a no-fly zone now, but Alex has not been exposed to the field of aviation in London, so he doesn't know.

The opening of Buckingham Palace was also in 1993, and it is said that in 1992, a fire broke out at Windsor Castle, and the Queen had to open Buckingham Palace in order to raise the funds needed to restore Windsor Castle.

It's charged, and it's only open in three places, 15 pounds for an adult, and 38.5 for a family package -

It seems that the queen is also quite aggrieved.

"Sir, all of Nyasaland is our lord's domain." Montgomery sighed faintly, and Alex was speechless.

That's right, the whole of Nyasaland is Roque's territory, and the people who live in Nyasaland are theoretically Roque's subjects.

When they arrived at the State Museum, the Alexes were amazed.

In the ordinary sense of the word, a museum is a separate building.

The Nyasaland State Museum is a sprawling complex of more than a dozen palace-like buildings, and the number is constantly growing.

"Let's start with the Oriental Pavilion, which can help you better understand Nyasaland, you must know that more than 50% of the population of Nyasaland is Chinese, so to understand Nyasaland, you must first understand the history of the Chinese." Montgomery was a tour guide himself and knew a lot about the museum's history.

"Fifty percent? So why do I see almost all Chinese, I think at least 90 percent. Alex questioned that there were indeed fewer whites in L.A.

"That's an illusion, sir, it's just that there are more Chinese in Los Angeles, so it gives you this impression that some cities are still more white, such as Xuanji City." Montgomery was smiling as a group of children in school uniforms passed by Montgomery and Alex, who stood on the side of the road, smiling and greeting the children.

Immediately, the children smiled and waved to Montgomery and Alex, and the children's innocent smiling faces were very contagious, and Alex's mood instantly brightened.

Mrs. Alex was even more loving, and her eyes were full of aunt brilliance when she looked at the children.

In fact, these children are very polite, they are probably students of a certain elementary school, and they organize a group visit to the museum.

Alex noticed that the children were all in a row of two, a boy and a girl holding hands, the girls were noticeably more active, bouncing and chattering, the boys were more calm, the boys were wearing beautiful black suits and khaki shorts, the girls were knee-length checkered skirts, then calf-length white socks, neat black round scalp shoes, and the two teachers maintained order one after the other, Alex found that since the children appeared, there were several more police officers in front of the state museum.

It was not specially arranged, but the police officers passing by would take the initiative to come over to maintain order when they saw these children.

Then there were giggling children saluting the officer.

Although the attitude of the children was not good enough, the police officers did not care, several male police officers smiled in return, and the two female police officers did not smile, and one did not even get off the motorcycle.

This scene impressed Alex that London did not have such a harmonious relationship between the police and the people.

"Officer, can I take a picture with you?" Mrs. Alex was bold enough to get over to the policewoman on the motorcycle.

"Sorry, no!" The policewoman refused sharply.

"Ha, Zhou, you're too serious, just laugh and take a photo, it won't damage your image." A male police officer laughed and joked, presumably the female policeman's partner.

The policewoman still kept a straight face and did not smile, but this cold attitude made her look more charming.

"Don't be like this, don't be like this, laugh, we have to cooperate with the needs of the citizens." The enthusiastic male police officer took the initiative to ask for a group photo.

Mrs. Alex finally stood next to the policewoman who was barely squeezing out a smile, and asked the photographer in the square to record the moment.

Photographs should not be taken immediately, but should be left with an address, washed out and mailed.

The effect of the photo should be good, with the solemn state museum in the background, and neatly dressed children waving in the distance, a cold policewoman wearing sunglasses riding on a police motorcycle, a male police officer standing next to him with his hands crossed and pretending to be cool, and Mrs. Alex in the center of the photo, a perfect check-in record.

It is worth mentioning that the male police officer also lent his sunglasses to Mrs. Alex and asked Mrs. Alex to take a close-up.

Mrs. Alex was very happy, wearing oval black sunglasses, and her smile was never happier, at this time, the wind blew Mrs. Alex's hair, and when Mrs. Alex was tidying up her hair, the photographer captured it in time.

"Be sure to mail it to me, and I'll give you double the postage." Two photographs of Mrs. Alex cost five pounds, and even so, Mrs. Alex felt that it was excellent value for money.

The entrance to the Nyasaland State Museum is 15 meters high, and the entrance is a deep corridor like a city gate, giving people the feeling of traveling through time and space and opening a dusty history.

"The Chinese have a long history of 5,000 years and have created an incomparably splendid civilization in history, and this museum has a collection of about 15,000 items, all of which are collected from European people, which can fully reflect the contributions made by the Chinese to human civilization-" Walking into the state museum, Montgomery's voice was subconsciously lowered.

"One question, why are these collections collected from Europe?" Mrs. Alex has questions.

There is no answer to this question, though.

Montgomery smiled and shrugged his shoulders in reply, and Mr. Alex was rubbing his nose, a little weak.

Walking into the exhibition hall, the first thing you see is a mountain of books composed of countless books in the center of the exhibition hall.

Alex was momentarily confused, wondering if this was a museum or a library.

"This is the work of the famous sculptor Christopher Malthus, and his work is a tribute to the countless texts written by the Chinese, who have been systematically combing through knowledge since about 770 BC, discussing philosophy and human nature, writing poetry, and thinking about the various practical problems brought about by social change—" Montgomery's words made Alex feel extremely small.

Hearing Montgomery's explanation, Alex began to wonder what the state of England was like in 770 BC.

Then Alex felt bad about the whole person.

Around 700 B.C., the Celts living in western Europe began to migrate to the British Isles, including a group called the Britannians, from which the name Britannica may have been derived.

The Celts at that time may have already begun to use iron tools, and they had already begun to use money.

And then—

And then it was gone, and Britain in 700 BC had just that.

What Montgomery didn't say was that in 770 BC, the ancient Eastern Empire was in the era of a hundred schools of thought, which was roughly equivalent to the Renaissance in Europe if you want to draw an analogy.

The Renaissance in Europe was only in the 14th and 16th centuries, only 600 years ago.

The controversy of a hundred schools of thought was about 2,700 years ago.