Plane Small Bookstore [System]

Le Jing is a liberal arts student. He didn't do well in science when he was in school, so he couldn't figure out what Le Ling was.

For example, Leling comes with a portable space, and this portable space is naturally open to Lejing.The size of the space is determined by Le Jing's mental strength, and the current space is only five or six square meters in size. Le Ling said that this is because his current mental strength is still too low, and he regularly stimulates his brain with weak bioelectricity Nerves, to help him increase his mental strength.

For another example, Le Ling took control of his entire bookstore.No, rather than control, it is more appropriate to say devour.

Over the past week, Le Jing saw with his own eyes a layer of jelly-like transparent film slowly wrapping the entire bookstore in. After the last inch of the wall was covered by the film, the film disappeared completely with a flash of white light.

Then Le Ling opened up the authority to Le Jing.

It's hard to describe Le Jing's feeling at this moment, as if the whole bookstore has become an extension of his body, the tables, chairs, benches and books are like his hands and feet, and he can move them from a long distance.And that's not all.

Le Ling said that in this store, Le Jing's will has the highest priority.Any existence that steps into this bookstore cannot defy him.

To be honest, in Le Jing's view, this has been out of the realm of science and is magic.If technology can be developed to this level in the future, then human beings will be no different from gods in myths and legends.

In short, after a week of preparation, Le Ling finally started to try to link to other planes.

[Well, although I have searched for signals from many planes, there are only four planes that I can establish links to at present, namely the B34 plane, the B35 plane, the C52 plane and the D48 plane. You can choose one. 】

The wifi master key can search for many wifi signals, but there are only a few wifi that can actually crack the password to connect to.The same is true between planes, some link passwords are simple, some link passwords are complex, and now Le Ling can only link planes with simple passwords.

[Then link to the b34 plane. ] Le Jing casually chose the first one.

[Okay, the link to the plane is successful, and the transmission is started. The transmission target is Kaiming Bookstore and the owner Le Jing... After the transmission is complete, welcome to the b34 plane, Le Jing. 】

Le Jing who has already taken out the book and prepares to wait slowly: ...

This is the end?No special effects or anything?

Under the bright lights, the whole bookstore is as bright as daytime, and the [-]-square-meter bookstore is quiet. Various books are placed on the shelves in different categories. There is still a faint fragrance of ink floating in the air, and it seems that nothing has changed.

Yes, there is no change inside the bookstore, but outside the bookstore has already changed the world.

The scenery outside the window is the scenery that only appeared in oil paintings a hundred years ago!

The sky is gloomy, giving the whole picture a gloomy and gloomy tone. The air is filled with white mist. The stone buildings carved with gorgeous and complex patterns on the opposite side of the street are looming in the mist. A bunch of thick black exhaust.Classically dressed people from all walks of life walked through the foggy streets, and the noisy voices gathered together, breaking the gloomy atmosphere and bringing the picture to life.

Le Jing lay on the window and watched everything outside the window with relish, as if watching a documentary about a foreign country.

[Hey, why is this plane still behind the earth! ] Le Ling said with disgust.

"Indeed, do you think this is like London in the [-]th century?" Le Jing looked out the window with great interest, unwilling to blink.

London in the nineteenth century was a city shrouded in fog, sinful, flashy, bloody and ambitious.The steam engine made a huge roar, and the factories established along with the industrial revolution created wealth and smog for Britain; the corpses of poor people floated in the Thames River blackened by sewage, and well-dressed gentlemen and ladies danced on the dance floor; As a song praising civilization and freedom, capitalists used opium and gunboats to blast open the gates of ancient civilizations... War and death, blood and ignorance, the flowers of human civilization were born on the distorted black soil.

[After my mental power scan and data analysis, the level of technological development here is equivalent to that of London in the early twentieth century. Wow, I have never seen such a crude aircraft. You seem to call it... an airplane? 】Le Ling's dislike is palpable: 【Compared to the earth, this place is simply a tribe of savages! 】

"Technology is always behind, not culture." Le Jing said with a smile: "Beautiful flowers will grow on barren land, and barren grass may grow on fertile soil." Le Jing paused, and warned Le Jing earnestly Ling, "Don't let prejudice blind your eyes, and experience the culture here with me, okay?"

【……I got it. ] Le Ling said embarrassedly: [Let me make a little renovation to the store now to make it more in line with the characteristics of the times here, just a little high-tech and 3D projection, don't be scared...]

A light film quickly enveloped the entire bookstore, and under Le Ling's control, everything in the bookstore changed rapidly.The iron bookshelves turned into solid wood bookshelves, the ordinary counters were decorated with exquisite carvings, and all the texts in the books were quickly converted into the local lingua franca...

Soon, it was transformed into a bookstore that strictly adhered to the era aesthetic of the twentieth century.

And Le Jing sat in front of the counter, patiently waiting for his first customer.

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It had just rained, and there was icy water vapor floating in the air. Linda wrapped her gray cloak tightly and shivered uncontrollably.

She twitched her red nose and sobbed softly, trying not to let tears fall.

Usually at this time, she would be sitting on the soft sofa at home, leaning against the warm fireplace, reading the magazine "Flying Man" she liked recently, and this was her happiest time.

How happy I was in the past, how desperate I am now.

Just an hour before, mother had come into her room and announced that she was about to be engaged to a man of the same family, the Bingleys.

Of course she knew Bingley, Williams Bingley, the famous dandy, the ignorant villain.

And he already has two mistresses!

"It's nothing." Mom said disapprovingly: "Men always like to play a little bit before they get married, and it will be fine after they get married."

Linda looked at her mother in disbelief and couldn't help screaming, "But they've already had a baby!"

"It's just illegitimate children, they won't inherit even a son of the Bingley family's property!" Mom, no, Mrs. Swift looked at her encouragingly, "As long as you can have a son, then all the Bingley family's property will be It belongs to your children."

Linda just found it ridiculous.

Huge absurdity.

She graduated from the Department of Literature of Cambridge and is a highly educated woman of the new century, but in Mrs. Swift's opinion, she is "enough to match the young master of the Bingley family."

Just because Williams Bingley was the earl's son and she was only the baron's daughter?

and--

She wants to tell her mother that she doesn't want to be married, that she has a higher education, that she wants to work!

But she dare not.

There are no decent gentlemen and ladies in the upper class who go out to work.

Only the lower classes go out to work.

If she dared to go out to work, she would be a disgrace to the Swift family, and Dad would kill her!

Could it be that she can only be the wife of the Bingley family in her whole life, endure her husband's mistress, and bear children for the Bingley family to carry on the family line?

She is not reconciled.

So she ran out, refused to follow the servant, and walked alone in the smoky streets of London.

The weather is cold.

Colder than the weather is her heart.She found that no matter how sad she was, she had nowhere to go but the Swifts.But now she doesn't want to go back.

Her eyes wandered aimlessly among the shops on the street, and then stopped at the entrance of a shop on the corner: Kaiming Bookstore.

Is it a new bookstore?

It doesn't look like a big store, with only one small door.

She pushed open the door, and a crisp wind chime sounded.She looked inside, only to find that the inside of the bookstore was unexpectedly large.

But it's not very big, about the size of her reception room.The walls are white, the windows are bright, the tables and chairs are all solid wood furniture, and there is a faint fragrance of books floating in the air.Linda just glanced at it, and she could see a dozen bookshelves, each of which was filled with books—God, she bet there were at least a thousand books here!Her father, Baron Swift, was already a well-known book collector in the Said Empire, and he only had five thousand books.

A dark-haired oriental man was sitting in front of the counter reading a book. Her entry undoubtedly disturbed him. He closed the book, stood up, and smiled warmly on his face as smooth and delicate as white porcelain, "Welcome."

The author has something to say:

The Said Empire is a country in the fictional world, similar to Britain at the beginning of the [-]th century. Well, it is fictional anyway, so I just wrote a few words, don’t be too particular.

When I was a child, I still liked to read Western classics. I don’t know if there is a translation accent in this chapter.I love to read Western background texts in translation, but there are very few good-looking ones, and most of them are famous novels, so I cut my own legs and produced my own food qwq

The food produced by myself is so delicious [crying bitterly]

Although at my instigation, Jiyou agreed to add a copy of London in the [-]th century to her infinite flow, but it will be a long time later. Before that, I will eat myself [continue to cry]