Mrs. William's expression changed subtly, but Xu Yun, who had been paying attention to the couple, noticed it.

As a visitor from the future who was familiar with history, he quickly realized what Mrs. William was worried about:

Most likely, the rice jar in William's house was running out.

According to the normal course of history, the Black Death plague, which William thought would only last for two or three months, had further intensified after the new year, lasting far beyond the economic limit that the entire family could bear.

Therefore, in desperation, little Newton had to be forced to move to Humphrey Barbington's house and became a tutor for Humphrey Barbington's younger brother... no, a tutor.

He took on a part-time job and continued his research, which led to the second half of the results.

William's feelings for little Newton were beyond words. He treated little Newton like a moth.

The fact that little Newton was forced to move away showed how dire William's family's situation was at that time.

So now Xu Yun was faced with a choice:

To help or not to help?

Emotionally speaking, Xu Yun had a good impression of William's family, and helping them would obviously gain some favor from little Newton.

Rationally speaking, if little Newton moved to Humphrey's house, it would be a problem for Xu Yun to follow.

Therefore, Xu Yun quickly made a decision in his heart:

Of course, he would help!

Although according to the mission prompt, he should not easily involve himself in historical events that he did not participate in.

But this restriction should ultimately affect the mission score, not directly negate the rules.

In other words, if the completion rate of his main mission was high enough, this part of the score could be offset - like a type of early investment loss.

Improving William and Newton's economic conditions, and finding the right time to enlighten Newton academically, would be a double-edged approach. If Xu Yun still couldn't become little Newton's friend, then there was nothing more to say.

Of course, that's what he said, but the specific approach still needed careful consideration.

A quick look at "pawread.com" will leave you more fulfilled.

At least it would be better not to introduce things that shouldn't appear, things that were unrelated to people's livelihoods, and things that could have a profound impact on history - those who understand know what they are, and there's no need to elaborate.

After all, even though this was a parallel timeline, Xu Yun still hoped that his hometown would not be affected by his butterfly effect.

Returning his gaze to the present, although there was not much food left in the pantry, only Mrs. William and Lisa, the two females, were truly aware of it.

In addition, Lisa was still occasionally chatting with little Newton, so the atmosphere of this meal with Xu Yun was not dull, but rather cheerful.

Hospitable William also shared many stories about his business:

For example, when he went to Liverpool, he slipped and lost a replica crown that he had prepared to give to Lisa. And when he went to Milan, he really liked the champagne there, and so on...

Xu Yun also shared many stories from his homeland:

For example, in his homeland, there was a province called Sichuan, where every household raised a creature called "Rolling". And the neighboring province, Shanxi, where the water taps flowed with vinegar...

Mrs. William was more interested in Chinese cuisine and asked a few questions similar to little Newton's, but she did not suggest that Xu Yun cook - it was obvious that she had some doubts about Xu Yun's cooking skills.

In this way, a not-so-great lunch ended in a relatively happy atmosphere.

Afterwards, Mrs. William and her daughters cleaned up the plates, while William took Xu Yun and little Newton out of the house.

"Oh, Mr. Fat Fish."

After they left the house, William hesitated for a moment, and finally said:

"Mr. Fat Fish, three days later is Sunday. Would you like to go to the church in town with us?"

"Huh, church?"

Xu Yun blinked at the words, instinctively preparing to refuse, but suddenly thought of the current situation in England:

The Church of England had been separated from the Catholic Church for almost 100 years, and the fierce Thirty Years' War between Protestantism and Catholicism was raging. Moreover, little Newton and his family were devout believers.

In addition, the Black Death had not yet spread to Woolsthorpe, so there was no problem with gathering crowds.

Therefore, after thinking for a moment, Xu Yun changed his mind and said instead of refusing:

"No problem, I will be there on time." (I didn't want to affect everyone's reading experience, but I want to clarify that I respect all beliefs, so I won't criticize or favor any religion in China. Xu Yun going to church is just to match the reality and a future plot, not to convert. I didn't explain a similar plot before, and it was misinterpreted by someone with ulterior motives. By the time I noticed, there were already over 300 comments.)

William was overjoyed at Xu Yun's response and patted his shoulder:

"Hallelujah! Mr. Fat Fish, God will surely be pleased with you!"

Xu Yun smiled dryly and didn't say anything more.

Then he bid farewell to William politely with little Newton and left.When Xu Yun turned his head and waved goodbye, he caught a glimpse of a figure still chatting with Little Newton by the attic window on the second floor. It's hard to believe that these two managed to keep their breakup a secret. So, the rest of William's family are all interstellar players?

Under normal circumstances, Little Newton should have been sent to Germany for orthopedics by William's cargo ship a long time ago, right?

With this doubt in mind, Xu Yun followed Little Newton out of William's house.

Woolsthorpe was livelier after lunch than during the day. Little Newton led Xu Yun along the main road of the town, inevitably encountering some passersby.

Among them was an old man pushing a cart, in his forties or fifties, small in stature, with wrinkles all over his face.

The old man smiled friendly when he saw another passerby not far away, but his face turned into a scowl the moment he saw Little Newton.

There was also a ragged shepherd boy, with his ankle joints exposed and red from the cold, but he waved a dogtail grass without a care in the world.

But when he caught sight of Little Newton, he pouted and made a childish sound.

And as the number of pedestrians increased, this situation was not an isolated case.

It was obvious.

In the past period of time, Little Newton had shown his talent for cursing.

He had a sharp tongue, poisonous words that could break through the ages, and his insults were unmatched in the town.

Yes, besides being a campus bully, Little Newton was also a master of insults, the kind that only grew more wicked with age.

He learned how to insult people at the age of six, and almost got expelled by his teacher when he was twelve. If it weren't for William's guarantee, Little Newton would probably be a lazy countryman by now.

And that's not all. When he was at Trinity College, because a couple often chatted outside his dormitory window (according to the layout of Trinity College, there was a distance of forty to fifty meters between them), he even ran to the door of the boys' dormitory with a jug of water and sprayed them for hours.

Whenever he got thirsty, he would drink a cup of water and continue spraying, eventually making the tearful couple break up...

As for the later verbal battle between him and Hooke, it was even more famous.

In 1715, Old Newton wrote a sentence with his own hand, saying, "Only priests have the right to insult me by pointing their fingers at me." It could be considered a summary of his character.

Many people in his hometown described him as half angel and half demon, which was also suitable for describing his academic and conduct.

But the Old Newton, who had been invincible in the world of insults, also attracted a lot of firepower from other insulters in the internet age. In a sense, it could be considered karma.

Of course.

Although the passersby sneered at Little Newton, their gazes towards Xu Yun were different:

There was hatred due to their hostility towards Little Newton, surprise, fear, and curiosity.

After all, in Woolsthorpe, not everyone knew about the concept of an Easterner.

They were familiar with people with black hair, but that actually referred to Italians and Latin Americans like the Iberians and Portuguese.

Although the hair color of Latin Americans was close to black, if you looked closely, you would see that it was actually a deep brown under strong light, and it could also be curly. It was quite different from Xu Yun's situation. If we were to talk about black straight hair, there was only one true Hungarian in Europe.

What? You're asking why Monica Bellucci has black straight hair?

Have you heard of dyeing and straightening?

In addition to Xu Yun's relatively obvious yellow skin, black eyes, and clothing, it did attract a lot of attention along the way.

If nothing unexpected happened, the entrance of Woolsthorpe would be bustling tomorrow morning. Fortunately, this wasn't 13th century Europe, otherwise, some wannabe heroes might come knocking on his door and mistake him for a boss to defeat.

Xu Yun followed Little Newton for a while and suddenly realized that something seemed off:

"Mr. Isaac, isn't this the wrong direction to go home?"

Little Newton raised his eyelids and glanced at him, saying:

"Of course not, we're going to mow the grass first."

"Mow the grass?"

"That's right, mow the grass."

Whether it was because he remembered the living expenses Xu Yun had promised or the conversation about "this child," Little Newton unusually explained:

"I can lend you the bedding you'll sleep on tonight, but you don't plan on lying directly on the ground, do you? If you freeze to death, no one will be able to pay me."

Xu Yun scratched his head, only then realizing that he would have to sleep on the floor tonight.

Little Newton's garden room was made entirely of wood, and its insulation was definitely inferior to William's red brick house. It was not surprising that it leaked wind at night.

In addition, there was a lot of dust on the floor of Little Newton's bedroom due to coming and going, so it wouldn't do without something to cushion it.

Forget about sheepskin, Little Newton only had his trousers, so they could only find something relatively warm to use as a cushion.

Afterward, led by Little Newton, the two arrived at a pond with a lot of reeds.

When Xu Yun saw this patch of reeds, his eyes lit up:

It seems that Little Newton's experience is reliable. Tonight, they might have a decent "mattress."

Friends who have stayed in the countryside or often go camping should know that reeds are a very high-quality material for grass cushions.The grass cushion made of reeds can insulate heat in summer and prevent cold in winter, and it can also absorb moisture. It is very comfortable to lie on.

Besides artificial mattresses and animal fur, reeds should be one of the most suitable materials for mattresses in nature.

It is obvious.

The long-term experience of living alone has made little Newton proficient in many life skills.

After arriving at the reed pond, little Newton handed the axe that had been used to chop trees to Xu Yun:

"Fat Fish, you chop over there, I'll chop here. After chopping a bunch, put it aside to dry.

The sun sets early in winter, so we have to dry the reeds within four and a half hours."

Xu Yun took the axe and nodded lightly, not surprised or uncomfortable with the word "hours" that little Newton mentioned.

In ancient times, the local civilization divided a day into twelve time periods, while in Europe, a mechanical clock based on a 24-hour day was invented in Athens in 100 BC, and a spring-driven pocket watch appeared in Nuremberg, Germany in 1510.

Therefore, it is not strange for a college student like little Newton to mention hours and minutes.

Then Xu Yun took the axe from little Newton, and the two of them started to chop the reeds with all their strength.

After more than five hours, it was already late in the day.

The reeds were chopped and dried.

Xu Yun and little Newton hugged a large bundle of reeds and started to walk back. When they returned to the garden house, it was estimated to be close to seven o'clock.

Little Newton opened the door quickly, and after entering the house, he first lit the oil lamp and laid the reeds.

Then he took out a quilt filled with lampwick grass from the storage cabinet and covered it on the reed cushion. Xu Yun's little nest was completed.

"Phew..."

Xu Yun wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked:

"Mr. Isaac, it's so late. Shall we go to Mr. William's house for dinner?"

Little Newton shook his head at him, walked out of the living room, and returned after a while with a basket of bread:

"We'll eat this tonight."

Xu Yun looked at the bread, and the marks on it seemed familiar. He asked thoughtfully:

"These bread...?"

"They were brought by my uncle. We go to their house once a week to have hot stew for lunch, and for dinner, we just take some water to go with the bread."

After saying that, little Newton casually handed a piece of bread to Xu Yun:

"This is dinner, there's no more."

After Xu Yun took the bread, little Newton took out two larger pieces from it and put them on his own plate.

Xu Yun: "..."

At this moment, he finally understood what those silly readers in his previous life thought when they saw him throwing away his thesis - no wonder it's you.

Looking at the bread in his hand, Xu Yun suddenly thought of something:

"Mr. Isaac, since the bread is from Mr. William's place, what about the windmill grinding flour that you mentioned earlier...?"

Little Newton struggled to swallow a small piece of bread and glanced at him:

"Of course, it's for grinding flour for my uncle's family. We eat their bread and drink their soup every day, so we should do something in return, right?

And this estate too. In a little over a week, it will be the day of the apple harvest. You should come and help then.

If we can sell some apples, the days ahead might be a little better.

But if we can't sell them..."

When he said this, a rare worry appeared in little Newton's eyes:

"I'll be fine, but my uncle's family might be in trouble. There are six of them."

Hearing these words, Xu Yun looked at little Newton unexpectedly.

Although he knew that little Newton and William had a good relationship, he didn't expect it to be this good.

To make little Newton take the initiative to do something, even in a game, it would be considered a difficult achievement - like defeating Tsukuyomi.

No wonder little Newton rushed back from Switzerland at four in the morning when William passed away...

After that, the two of them ate the bread slowly without talking.

After a while, little Newton suddenly said:

"Fat Fish, you can go to sleep now."

At this time, it was already dark outside, and Xu Yun couldn't determine the exact time, but he roughly estimated that it was probably around half past seven.

For modern people, this time is quite early to go to bed, but in the productivity-scarce 17th century, a considerable number of people had already entered their dreams at this time.

In addition to chopping wood, walking, and cutting reeds almost all day long, Xu Yun's body was already exhausted.

Therefore, he quickly agreed:

"No problem, Mr. Isaac, I want to..."

Before Xu Yun could finish his sentence, little Newton blew out the oil lamp.

Xu Yun: "..."

No brushing teeth, no washing face, no washing feet, not even changing clothes.

It was really a terrible night.

However, with little Newton's personality, it was obviously impossible for him to give himself a chance to clean his body.

So Xu Yun could only sigh and crawl into his crude bed.

.......

That night, Xu Yun didn't sleep well, and a doubt in his heart kept lingering:

Why has no one ever told me...

Newton snores when he sleeps!!!Hmm, someone reported again, luckily I anticipated it in advance.

Let me clarify once again, all the historical events in this story occur in a parallel universe. Trying to label me as a historical nihilist is pointless, don't use the same trick on me for the second time.

Also, thanks to the reporter for providing an extra read!