Five Hundred and Ninety-Three, the More Setbacks, the Stronger

Hartford, June 26, 1786.

In the governor's office in Connecticut, Carmen sat across from Governor Peabody with a light beige dress and a smile.

"It's a beautiful morning, isn't it, Ms. Xavier?" said the Governor, sipping his coffee.

"Hartford is not like the changeable weather in England. Brightness is the most common view in the clear summer sky." Carmen folded her hands, "And Mr. Governor, the topic of weather should have appeared in the opening remarks, but now it suddenly appears in our In the middle of the topic, does it mean..."

"Aggression doesn't suit your pretty face at all, ma'am."

"I'm overjoyed to be praised by you, sir." Carmen stood up and took Sharon to salute the governor. "But Mr. Governor, since Connecticut doesn't welcome Drake, I think it's time for me to leave."

"It was a pleasant conversation today, ma'am."

"So do I, sir, and I wish you good health."

"Thanks."

The door to the conversation was closed, Carmen leaned forward, turned around, no disappointment or anxiety could be seen on her face, she picked up her bag as she did when she first arrived, and moved towards the door unhurriedly.

The solid flat soles of the leather boots fell silently on the carpet, and there was no sound between Carmen and the governor, Sharon and the secretary of the governor. This was the atmosphere of farewell, and every step made the connection that was not tight enough loosen even more.

Twelve steps away, Carmen stood with her legs together in front of the huge door, but the governor's secretary did not follow the etiquette to open the door for the lady, and the two sides were in a stalemate.

"The more setbacks, the stronger." The governor gently picked up the coffee, "Ms. Xavier, Connecticut is very interested in Drake's plan, and I believe it will allow us to have a greater say in the nascent America."

But unlike the rest of the world, we are not guided by profit, but by the first written state constitution in the world, and all of Connecticut follows it. "

"Whether Drake will provide us with high and stable taxes for a long time to come is not for me to decide. The state constitution leaves choice and judgment in the hands of the people, and everything needs to be done. It is up to our people to decide..."

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Halliford is the capital of Connecticut.

1614,

Dutch explorer Adrian Bullock discovered this flat beach on the Connecticut River. According to his report, the New Netherland colony began to trade fur with Park River here in 1623.

The first English settlers arrived in 1635, and they called it "Newtown" (Newtown), and in 1637, it was renamed Hartford after the hometown of Samuel Stone, one of the immigration leaders. Germany.

There are many great figures in this group of immigrants, besides Samuel Stone who led the immigrants to gain a firm foothold under the double pressure of the Dutch and the Indians, there is also Thomas Hooke, a pastor from Cambridge.

Pastor Hook advocates freedom and equal human rights, and believes that believers who are loved by God should be accompanied by fairness and justice, and should not be forced by power and stage.

His sermons contributed to the formation of the Connecticut Fundamental Law in 1639. It was this statute that, for the first time, gave the people broad self-government rights in the form of law.

His idea of ​​self-government greatly influenced the subsequent Connecticut Constitution. Even in today's National Constitutional Committee, many politicians still advocate using the Connecticut Constitution as a blueprint for discussing the future U.S. Constitution.

Freedom, autonomy, autonomy.

Connecticut has the most enviable human rights atmosphere in the world today, and the government's rights are limited to an appallingly weak position by the state constitution.

Everything here is decided by the people, in other words, capital is the master.

Golden Mile, Bushnell Church Hotel.

Unlike those large seaside towns, Hartford, located in the heart of the mainland, has a rigid and neat plan, horizontal and vertical.

Central Avenue is the central road of the town, from which countless cross branches develop to develop the whole of Hartford.

The town center of Hartford is small, from north to south, the Golden Avenue connects the Christian Church and the cemetery, the Library Street points to the public society, and the south of the society is adjacent to the city hall.

The city hall is close to Arthur Street, and looks across the street from the public library. To the south of the library is Shelton/Elma Street, known as the "Horizontal Street". The two streets are cut off by Central Avenue. The state capital With Parliament on the Shelton Street side, the Baptist Church sits on the edge of Elma Street.

This is the central planning of the entire town of Hartford. Politics, belief and academics are the irreplaceable central ideas of this town. The remaining material pursuits such as clothing, food, housing, and transportation must make way for the spirit of abundance. .

Through the clean floor-to-ceiling windows, a pair of moving eyes stared at the announcement of the town indifferently and aloft.

Carmen reclined lazily by the window, shaking the wine glass once in a while, causing the ice cubes in the glass to collide with each other, making a crackling sound.

"I don't like this town, a group of mediocre people who call themselves the philosophers of Athens and think they can talk without eating or drinking."

"But what's the result? The power of the government is deprived, and then sold to the plutocrats at a low price. Socrates cannot be born among them, and only a dictatorial emperor who sits high on money can be cultivated."

Speaking of which, she glanced depressedly at Henna in the shadows: "Hey, are you listening?"

"heard it."

"What do you think?"

"No."

Carmen sat up abruptly, furious at Henna.

"Haina Yesla, I don't know if you know that Hartford has no assassins against me, and Lorraine put you and me in a group, and it's not for you to be the guard!"

"I know." Henna turned her face away bored, as if I didn't care about you, "You do your part, and I'll do mine, it's very simple."

"Huh?!" Carmen dragged her long voice and took two breaths, "Then please tell Miss Sigrit that the governor has decided to introduce me to Hartford the day after tomorrow. Celebrities. The messenger who delivered the invitation passed by my window ten minutes ago, please hurry up and don't miss this banquet."

"good."

"Also!" Carmen glared at Henna bitterly, "This city is very sensitive to strangers, especially black strangers who move freely. I advise you, don't let anyone see you."

"No one will see me." Hannah put on her hood and took a small step back, "Besides, I'm not black."

There seems to be a brief distortion in the space.

When Carmen came back to her senses, Henna had dissipated in the corner of the wall as silently as smoke, and the heavy door whimpered softly, telling about the departure of a person thoughtfully, as if telling Carmen that there was only one person left in the room. Leave her alone.

"I really don't know how you walk..." Carmen curled up, sipping her wine, "Speaking of which, I seem to have asked you before...before...we were still very good."

"No, you didn't ask."

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"roll."

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