The Last Mecha

Chapter 12 Retrofit Technology, Master
Wu Gou carefully recalled the whole night and made sure that no one should have seen his face.

He knew that someone had used the smelting machine, and it was probably impossible to hide it. Shopkeeper Liu could probably see the clue from that frightened guy, and he left in such a hurry last night that Wu Gou was not sure if there was one. Clean up all the traces of use, but as long as there is no clue to connect with him, it's fine.

He could only help in his heart to pray that shopkeeper Liu would not do anything to that guy. After all, although he saw the smelting machine, he had no idea what it was for. He has the luxury of caring about the people of the world, but he is not a saint.

Now Wu Gou's mind is more focused on the information he just got. What Paoma Zhang saw that day should be a reformer who used Qi metal transformation technology.

But this is obviously contrary to the memory of Wu Gou's previous life. In this era, the energy metal living body transformation technology, or the implant technology should only remain in the concept. The stage is right.

The first time this technology appeared in the eyes of the world should be in the early [-]th century, when Britannia was put into war, and dozens of soldiers transformed by Qi metal formed an elite team. The rain-covered position destroyed the command system of the Pope's army, making the battle situation clearer in one fell swoop.

If in 1692 there were already cyborgs capable of running around on the streets, why did it take nearly 20 years for this technology to come out when the great powers are scrambling for metal resources and colonial markets?

Wu Gou was in Jiangsong in his previous life, and he had never heard of such a thing at all.

Moreover, according to Paomazhang's description, what hit him was the latest Jiangnan-made [-]-type rifle, and the output was not high. In the Daxia army, it was given priority to the main combat troops. Come to use, the identity of that group is not simple.
Wu Gou knew about the butterfly effect, but his actions so far should not affect the development of the entire world.

But the only thing he knows clearly is that now is not the time to care about the world's major affairs by himself, he has to take one step at a time.

Facing Paoma Zhang last night, Wu Gou slapped him hard. Although the effect was obvious, his fingers and wrist joints were still aching in the morning light. After careful observation, he could find signs of edema from a slight sprain.

His muscle memory is still in the steel-like body of his previous life. If he does not deliberately suppress it, the angle of force and the strength of his hand are completely unsuitable for this 15-year-old thin body. If he hadn't adjusted his breath last night, the side effects would only be worse. obvious.

The road is long and difficult.Wu Gou thought to himself.

For ten days, he set a timeline for himself in his mind. After getting the money, he spent ten days doing physical conditioning, and then he had to practice martial arts step by step. There is not a minute to waste.

After leaving Tiger Stove last night, Wu Gou returned home and continued to do a process of nourishing qi. This time, the number on the qi detector did not change, but even if he didn't sleep, his air in the morning was obviously much better.

The sound of wheels rolling came from outside the window again, and then a sound like a broken bamboo pipe pierced the morning like a chicken crowing:

"Ah ah ah! Dump the toilet"

That is Mr. Pour. Ninety-nine percent of Jiang Song’s houses do not have flushing equipment. Pouring the toilet is something that no family can escape. Generally, every family will have two stock-shaped ones, more than ten inches high. A wooden toilet with a wooden rim on top held in place by a brass ring.

The toilet is a must-have item in Jiang Song's daily life, and even a woman will give it as a dowry on the day of her marriage. There are red eggs in it, which is a blessing for the couple to have a baby early.

There are restrictions in the city management regulations. The dung truck is the only place where the toilet can be dumped. Don’t look at those dung collectors who drive the smelly dung tanks every day and don’t go to the table. In fact, the residents in the alley have to run after them, otherwise Too late, the whole family can only make do with the smelly toilet today.

Moreover, the wages and tips for this job are not low. It is known as "the last-class business, the first-class interest". You even need to have connections and contribute dozens of dollars to the "dung heads" in the area to become a man who owns a dung truck. The excrement collectors here are called "dump masters", and the smell is quite a bit of people's envy.

There was a hasty door opening sound from outside, hurried footsteps approached the toilet and then went away, probably the eldest sister Wu Jingting chased the master down with the toilet on her shoulders.In this era of Jiang Song, men would be ridiculed and praised by the whole street for doing such a thing, and Xu Qiuyu's body would not allow it, so Wu Jingting has always been responsible for this job.

Wu Gou walked out of the room, lit the stove and boiled water, then grabbed the change on the dining table.This is the habit of the Wu family. Every morning, the money for going to the bakery is put here. Whoever has time will buy a copy for Wu Yiou, who is engaged in heavy physical work, to make breakfast. Otherwise, he can only make rice until noon.If the money is gone, it means that the job has been taken down.

Crowds crowded in front of the big cake shop, the short boss spoke a strong Yuzhou accent, a pair of thick big hands and the green onions under the noodles were sent into the stove as fast as the wind, and the sparks and heat spread the aroma of the dough to the half. outside the street.

Wu Gou asked for his father's fried dough sticks, then took out the few cents left before, and bought himself a rice dumpling sprinkled with sugar and sesame meat floss, and added a marinated egg at the end.Seeing that the money is coming soon, his food supplements will start in the morning.

The sweet glutinous rice balls wrapped in deep-fried dough sticks has always been Wu Gou's favorite. After the world fell into despair, he once missed this delicacy made by Jiang Song very much. Unfortunately, he didn't know how to cook. His comrades in arms have disliked it for several years, and the omelette spread was thrown by Chengkou children as frisbees.

After Wu Gou finished his extra meal, he returned home and poured down another bowl of pickled rice and pickles. When he was able to eat at the age of fifteen or sixteen, he felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart. This body has been so easy for many years. A feeling of fullness.

"Wu Gou, come wash the dishes with me."

Mother Xu Qiuyu said after the meal that Xu Qiuyu always took one of the three siblings to wash the breakfast bowls of their family, and it was Wu Gou's turn today.

Under the sink, Wu Gou grabbed a handful of plant ashes and spread them on the dishes, then scooped up a small spoonful of cold water to rinse them, while Xu Qiuyu dried the water-stained tableware aside, and everyone in the family knew that she was not allowed to touch cold water.

There is no water supply system in the Shikumen house, and expensive foreign soap is not the choice of ordinary people. The Wu family washes dishes every day.

"I heard you asked your sister that you want to make money?" Xu Qiuyu asked suddenly.

"En." Wu Gou nodded.

"It's a good thing." The mother said softly, "Boys, when they grow up and feel that they need to stand upright, I just don't push myself too much. Money is a trivial matter. I don't want my son to get hurt."

Before Xu Qiuyu finished his sentence, he coughed violently again, splashing a lot of blood spots on his palm.

Wu Gou hurriedly supported his mother, turned around and went to the kitchen to get a little from the meager amount of fire clearing herbs. At the same time, he became more determined that even today, he would bring back a sum of money to relieve the family's financial needs.

He clenched his fists tightly, and there was a look of fortitude rarely seen in young people between his brows.

Regardless of the cost.

(End of this chapter)