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Although he is at the bottom of society and does the hardest work, Wang Dali has a lot of energy in him.

This is the struggle of grassroots people. Although it is difficult, it is so positive.

Gu Qingcheng was somewhat affected by Wang Dali's emotions, "Mr. Wang, you will definitely be able to fulfill your long-cherished wish as soon as possible!"

Regardless of ancient or modern times, people who work hard and live an active life are worthy of respect.

"Oh, what's your name, sir? I'm just a rickshaw puller."

Wang Dali scratched his head in embarrassment and smiled honestly, "Ms. Gu, if you don't mind, just call me Brother Wang."

"As for me, I have a car charter customer all year round. I have to pick up and drop off every morning and every night. But except for these two times, I am free at other times."

"If you need a car when you go out, just call me."

"Also, my daughter's mother is the most diligent and clean. If you have any cleaning work at home, just come and find her."

This guy is really hardworking and never forgets to attract business for his family.

Gu Qingcheng admires such people very much.

It seems a bit utilitarian, but if you rely on your own ability to make a living, there is no shame in anything.

"Okay! Then I will trouble you two from now on!"

Gu Qingcheng was not really polite when she said this, she did have needs.

You have to take a rickshaw to go out, and you also need someone to do the chores at home until you can hire a suitable helper.

She can try to get in touch with Wang Dali and his wife. If this couple is really reliable and does a good job, she will be willing to take care of them.

If they fail, then have less contact and just be an ordinary neighbor.

When we came out of the west courtyard, it was already dark.

Li Yaozong, who was holding Gu Qingcheng's hand, could hardly open his eyes.

Gu Qingcheng did not dare to delay any longer and hurriedly took him back home.

After washing up, Li Yaozong climbed onto the bed covered with brand new bedding.

As soon as his little head hit the pillow, he fell asleep.

The little guy held his belly up, snored a little, and slept very soundly.

"This kid is exhausted today!"

Gu Qingcheng covered Li Yaozong with a quilt, with distress and a little guilt in his eyes.

She only focused on integrating into the world, but somewhat ignored Li Yaozong.

Some things shouldn't be done.

She said that Li Yaozong was the "karma" she inherited from the original owner, and she should take good care of him.

Today, she is somewhat——

"My child, I'm sorry. I was negligent today, and I will never do this again!"

And Gu Sanniang, don’t worry, I will treat Li Yaozong as my biological flesh and blood, raise him up and cultivate him into a talented person!

Gu Qingcheng said silently in her heart.

Then, she felt as if a certain restraint on her soul had been let go.

There is something that seems to be separated from this body.

Based on the experience of the last mission, Gu Qingcheng knew that this was the remaining consciousness of the original owner.

It seems that his son Li Yaozong is the original owner's biggest concern.

Gu Qingcheng made a promise, and the original owner left with peace of mind.

"She is not a good person, but she is a good mother!"

Gu Qingcheng sighed slowly in his heart.

After tucking Li Yaozong into bed, Gu Qingcheng picked up the kerosene lamp and came to the Eight Immortals table outside.

After sitting down at the table, Gu Qingcheng did not rush to read, but looked at the new lighting gadget like kerosene lamp.

This is one of the "furniture" left behind by the landlord.

Kerosene lamps are different from candles, but they are similar to candles in some aspects.

They all have bases and require cotton thread as the wick.

However, because the kerosene lamp has a transparent cover, it can block the wind and the light is brighter.

"This thing shouldn't be cheap."

Gu Qingcheng "muttered" to herself.

She knew that Huoshui would definitely jump out and explain.

Sure enough, as soon as Gu Qingcheng finished speaking, the trouble came out actively, "Haha, executor, you guessed wrong this time!"

"This kind of kerosene lamp costs nothing at all. It is given to the common people for free by foreign companies."

Gu Qingcheng thought thoughtfully, "Free?"

There is nothing in the world that is free of money.

The so-called free should have a bigger purpose.

"Yes! At the beginning, those foreign companies not only gave free kerosene lamps to the people, but they could also try out the kerosene for free."

Huoshui quickly told Gu Qingcheng what he knew about history.

Gu Qingcheng thought for a moment and then understood, "It is indeed a trick of the merchants."

The lamps are free, but the kerosene required costs money.

They relied on the word "free" to change people's habit of using candles.

Once everyone is used to using kerosene lamps, foreign companies will be able to make money by selling kerosene.

This is a long-lasting business.

Gu Qingcheng has never lived in the later generations. If it were Han Qiuyu, the heroine of the book, after knowing the allusion of the kerosene lamp, she would definitely say:

"Damn, isn't this the same routine as later generations of sending printers and selling consumables?"

When Huoshui saw that Gu Qingcheng didn't continue to ask questions, he became a little depressed, "You, have you figured out the secret?"

Gu Qingcheng raised the corners of her lips, "What's so confusing about this?"

She is not mentally retarded.

Huoshui: ...Although there is no evidence, it just feels that it is despised.

snort!

How smart and amazing.

Huoshui angrily withdrew into the depths of the sea of ​​​​consciousness and stopped chatting with Gu Qingcheng.

Her ears were quiet, and Gu Qingcheng adjusted the brightness of the kerosene lamp according to the method taught by Uncle Zhu. Then she took out the books and newspapers borrowed from Editor Zhao and Mr. Xu, and started reading quickly.

"Is this a collection of poems? Or was it written by a warlord?"

The night was already very late, and Gu Qingcheng was still reading.

She opened a book of poems, looked at the cover and preface, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Isn't it true that the warlords of this era are actually illiterate roughnecks?

With such curiosity, Gu Qingcheng opened the poetry collection.

Then, she was shocked, "This, this is also poetry?"

See what others have written?

“The pot is always open in Baotu Spring, but you can’t steam the buns!”

Gu Qingcheng:......

Well, during the day, she went to Baotu Spring under the leadership of two big soldiers.

Three springs are gushing.

It does look a bit like boiling water.

But, but——

Okay, she misunderstood.

The warlords of this era are really fucking "magical".

After reading a bunch of bullshit limericks, the lady of a dignified family couldn't help but curse.

However, through this collection of poems, Gu Qingcheng gained a deeper understanding of the warlords from another aspect.
To be continued...