The successful sea trial of the "East Coast Eagle" showed the good quality of the 32nd class of students of the Navigation School. On the way back to Tatantan Port after the sea trial, Lu Ming, the principal of the Navigation School, kept a smile on his face. The 31-year-old former shipyard worker has been living, studying, and exercising with these children for the past year, and he can name each of them, know each of their personalities, understand each of them's hearts, and teach them almost as if they were his own sons. He walked around the boat, talking to this child from time to time, and laughing with that child, looking at these future naval seeds and his intimate appearance, Wang Qinian was a little blushing.

The "East Coast Falcon" once again entered the naval shipyard, and after the crew disembarked, the craftsmen would carry out a detailed inspection of the ship; Next, they had to listen to the crew so they could correct the deficiencies and do a better job when the next ship was built.

After two days off after the sea trials, Julien de Ebrol did not go anywhere, and when he returned, he lay straight on the hardwood bed in his dormitory, staring blankly at the roof, and his thoughts drifted away.

It's been a year since I've been here, and I'm just a prisoner of war sentenced to hard labor, quarrying endless in the chaotic and filthy mines, often without enough to eat, and facing attacks from the barbarians of Charruya, so I don't even want to remember those dark years now.

I once thought that this was the end of my life, and spent my whole life imprisoned here mining endlessly, until one day I died of starvation, disease, or brawl in obscurity. It's just that the fate of people is always so unpredictable, because he has received a systematic and complete naval theory education, he was actually favored by these Tatars, and then went to teach in a navigation school, and since then he has been out of the dark mines. Many times, Julien thanked Mrs. Devier for the hundredth time in his heart, who had helped him to learn knowledge.

The Tatars were really generous, they built beautiful houses and classrooms for these 60 children, provided them with the richest food, taught them the most valuable knowledge, and instilled in them the principles of human life. These children are really lucky, compared to the time when they were studying in Bordeaux, these children almost lived in paradise.

Now I really like it a little bit, and compared to the humid and stuffy island of St. Christopher, there are no cruel pirates, no drunken Brits, no shameless profiteers who sell their souls for money, no debauchery dancers - well, Julien licked the corners of his mouth, and he admitted that the "dancers" were cute at times. In short, everything here feels very new, and the people here are full of energy and vitality; The buildings here are simple, beautiful, sturdy and durable; The army here is well-armed and well-trained; God, how did Mr. Sean Raffarin go crazy enough to decide to attack this place, may he be well in heaven.

The children here are polite and greet themselves every day. Their desire to learn is really strong, and they are also very diligent and hardworking, and sometimes Yu Lianzhen feels that teaching these students will make him feel happy; The food provided to them by the Tatars was also quite good, with seafood, beef, pork, eggs, and so on. Moreover, they are also generous to teachers. Although he was limited to the status of a prisoner of war and only had a salary of two yuan a month, the Tatars also gave themselves a subsidy of four yuan a month, plus some bonuses for the New Year's holidays, and they actually saved nearly 80 yuan in the past year. This money can live a decent average life even in Paris, not to mention the fact that the prices here are so low that the necessities of life have become abundant recently.

It stands to reason that he should teach and live here quietly like this, but Yu Lian knows very well that there are still very important things in the distance that are shackling his soul. Julien's thoughts drifted away: Mrs. Devier, who sponsored her studies as a teenager, and Miss Mathilde, who sponsored her to go to the Caribbean colonies as a young man.

I owe them something. Yu Lian sighed and sat up from the bed. He pulled out the money bag from under his pillow and counted 78 one-dollar coins. Yu Lian thought about it, took out two yuan from his pocket and threw it into the money bag. Then he pulled out a piece of paper and picked up the pen, but he didn't know which one to write to. Today, the port of Tatartan has a regular route to Amsterdam – Captain Kuayt's merchant ships sail back and forth twice a year, and sometimes they also double as a postman, who will be happy to piggyback on letters or goods for you if you pay enough money.

Yu Lian stared blankly at the letter paper, and was hesitating, but there was a knock on the door. Yu Lian shoved the money bag into the quilt haphazardly, got up and opened the door. Outside the door was a student, who was still holding a letter in his hand, and after seeing Yu Lian open the door, he hurriedly handed the letter over and said, "Good day, sir!" This is your letter, from Bordeaux, just delivered here by the people on the docks. ”

"Good day, Yuri!" When Yu Lian heard Bordeaux, his heart moved, and he took the letter with some trembling, and said gratefully: "Thank you, Yuri!" ”

"My pleasure, sir." Yuri said shyly, "Well, I'll take my leave." ”

After waving goodbye to Yuri, Julien felt his heart beat a little faster, and he quickly closed the door shut, and then stumbled to the edge of the bed. Trembling, he opened the envelope, and a piece of letter paper that seemed to have a scent floated out.

"Dear Julien: When I first heard the news of the failure of the St. Christopher Company's expedition and the absence of any news of you, I almost fainted in the garden. At that time, it was as if my spirit and body no longer belonged to me, and I forced myself not to go to the docks every day to inquire about you. Mother Teresa told me to pray to the Lord for peace of mind. I stayed in the monastery for three months, until I could not bear to miss you, and God could not stop me from thinking about you.

My worries have nowhere to be spoken, and my thoughts have no one to answer. I get up at seven o'clock every day, go to the docks to find out anything about you or the Tatars, and then go home and pray. My father asked me to help him take care of the textile factory, but I didn't want to work and always made a mess of things. My father rebuked me in great disappointment, and I tried to hold back my tears, and I had nowhere to speak.

Every day and every night, I have neither rest nor peace. If I fall asleep, tormenting nightmares will wake me up. When I dream of you, you are always waving goodbye to me in my dreams.

I lost the meaning of my life and could barely breathe until Monsieur Pierre brought your news from the port of Tatan. God, tears flowed uncontrollably when I heard the news of your peace. I walked home happy, and I told Mother Teresa, to my father, to everyone I met, and I felt as if I was walking in a cloud of happiness. Julien, my dear, I miss you so much that I hardly want to wait any longer. By the way, Mrs. Deville seems to have a new love lately. Her grief had lasted only an afternoon when she heard the news of the expedition's failure, and I couldn't fathom her cheap affection.

My brother would go to Santo Domingo next month to deal with the plantation, and I asked my father to let me come with him, and he agreed. I thought, maybe I'll go to Tartan to see you. Love you Mathilde, October 15, 1633, when the sun sets, in Bordeaux. ”

Yu Lian lay limp on the bed, as if the scented letter paper was covering his face.

After a long time, he got up and sat up, and read the letter several more times, and then he was content to stuff the letter back into the envelope, and put it at the bottom of his closet.

Julien calculated the time again, and felt that Mathilde should have been in Santo Domingo by this time. Her family has a large cotton plantation there, and the cotton produced is shipped to Bordeaux, where it is processed and sold in a factory controlled by her father. There are many such textile factories in France, Italy, Spain and England, especially in England, where Norfolk in the eastern part of England is full of wool or cotton spinning factories, and the products produced are not only supplied to the country, but also exported in large quantities to Eastern Europe, Northern Europe or the colonies of the New World, which are quite profitable.

A while ago, didn't the Tatars buy back a lot of textile machines from the British, and a group of people studied those textile machines for a long time, and then they seemed to hear that they were going to redesign a new model of textile machines that could rely on water power for large-scale industrial production, and I don't know if the road was successful. If successful, the cost of the product produced will be greatly reduced. However, even so, it may be difficult to sell to other countries or regions, and regional trade barriers and high tariffs can make even low-cost merchants unprofitable.

Yu Lian shook his head, is he not good at this kind of industrial and commercial things, or do you want to think about whether Mathilde will come here, how long has it been since he saw her? Is her smile still as sweet as she used to be? Thinking about it, Yu Lian couldn't help but be stupid......

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