Quick Transmigration: After becoming beautiful, I am numb

Chapter 86
Although he is at the bottom of the 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 surely fulfill your long-cherished wish as soon as possible!"

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

"Oh, 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 customer who charters a car all year round. I have to pick it up every morning and evening. 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 child's mother is the most diligent and clean. If you have any cleaning work in your family, just come and find it."

This guy is really hardworking and never forgets to solicit business for his family at all times.

Gu Qingcheng admired such a person very much.

It seems a bit utilitarian, but relying on one's own ability to make a living is not a shame.

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

Gu Qingcheng said this, not really politely, she did have needs.

You have to take a rickshaw to go out, and chores at home also need someone to do them 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 is willing to take care of them.

If they don't make it, 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 being held by Gu Qingcheng, couldn't keep his eyes open.

Gu Qingcheng didn't dare to delay any longer, and hurriedly took him home.

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

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

The little guy was snoring with his belly stretched out, sleeping 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 cared about blending into this world, but somewhat ignored Li Yaozong.

Some shouldn't.

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 won't do this again in the future!"

And Gu Sanniang, don’t worry, I will treat Li Yaozong as my biological flesh and blood, raise him up and train him to become a talent!
Gu Qingcheng said silently in her heart.

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

Something seemed to have escaped from this body.

With the experience of doing the mission last time, 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's not a good person, but she's a good mother!"

Gu Qingcheng sighed leisurely 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 by the landlord.

Kerosene lamps are not like candles, but they are like them in some respects.

All have bases and require cotton thread as a 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 jump out and explain.

Sure enough, as soon as Gu Qingcheng's words fell, the disaster had to actively emerge, "Haha, executor, you guessed wrong this time!"

"This kind of kerosene lamp doesn't cost money at all, it is given to the common people for free by those foreign companies."

Gu Qingcheng was thoughtful, "For free?"

There is nothing in the world that doesn't cost money.

The so-called free should have a bigger purpose.

"Yes! At the beginning, those foreign firms not only gave free kerosene lamps to the common people, but even these kerosene could be tried 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.

Relying on the word "free", they changed the 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 the eternal business of steady flow.

Gu Qingcheng has never lived in later generations. If it were Han Qiuyu, the heroine who wears books, after knowing the allusion of kerosene lamps, she would definitely say:
"Damn, isn't this the same routine as sending printers and selling consumables in later generations?"

When Huoshui saw that Gu Qingcheng did not continue to ask questions, he became a little depressed, "Have you figured out the secret?"

Gu Qingcheng hooked the corners of his lips, "What's wrong with this?"

She is not mentally handicapped.

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

snort!
How clever.

Huo Shui retreated into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness angrily, and stopped chatting with Gu Qingcheng.

Her ears became 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 began to read 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 poetry, looked at the cover and preface, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Could it be that the warlords of this era are not all illiterate old men?

With such curiosity, Gu Qingcheng opened the poetry collection.

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

See what others have written?

"In Baotu Spring, a pot is often boiled, but the steamed buns cannot be steamed!"

Gu Qingcheng: ...

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

Three streams of spring water gushed and surged.

It is indeed a bit like boiling water.

But, but—

Well, she misunderstood.

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

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

However, through such a collection of poems, Gu Qingcheng has a deeper understanding of the warlord from another aspect.

Leaving the collection of poems behind, Gu Qingcheng continued reading.

It wasn't until he vaguely heard the watchman outside working the watch that Gu Qingcheng silently counted the sounds before putting down the book, "It's already the fourth watch!"

Gu Qingcheng didn't stay up all night.

There are a lot of books and the time is very urgent, but she can't be too eager.

After simply washing up and changing into loose clothes, Gu Qingcheng also went to bed.

Silent all night.

Early the next morning, the sun shone into the courtyard, and Gu Qingcheng and Li Yaozong woke up one after another.

There are no pots and pans at home, so I still have to go out for breakfast.

Out of the small alley, there are vendors selling breakfast.

Gu Qingcheng bought you xuan'er, soy milk, buns, etc., sat at the stall, and ate a full meal with Li Yaozong.

Then, she saw Wang Dali, who was returning from visiting customers.

"Brother Wang, it's just right. If you're not busy, take us shopping."

Gu Qingcheng warmly greeted Wang Dali.

"no problem!"

Wang Dali sent the guests in the chartered car to work and went home for a meal, when he happened to meet Gu Qingcheng.

He hastily swallowed the steamed corn bread in his mouth, gulped down a big mouthful of water, and ran over in a jolt.

"Ms. Gu, what do you want to buy?"

Wang Dali parked the car and asked Gu Qingcheng and Li Yaozong to sit down.

"We just moved here, and we don't have anything at home. We just want to buy some pots and pans, and buy some food."

"Hey! Good! There are a few shops in the university hall ahead that sell these things. I'll take you there."

Having pulled a rickshaw for several years, Wang Dali is very familiar with this area.

He wanted to win over Gu Qingcheng as a customer, so he helped with all his heart.

The shop he took Gu Qingcheng to could not be said to be of high quality and cheap, but it would not deceive people.

Wang Dali also helped to negotiate the price.

Gu Qingcheng successfully bought everything.

"Ms. Gu, I think you are a noble person, and you don't want to do these menial tasks."

"Do you need someone to cook at home? My mother's cooking skills are quite good."

Wang Dali continued to solicit business for his family.

His eyes were quite vicious, and when he saw Gu Qingcheng's slender, white hands, he knew that this was not a person who could work.

He didn't ignore it either. When he came home just now, he met Ms. Gu at the breakfast stall.

This guy probably doesn't even know how to make a fire, so he takes his children out to eat.

"Okay, if Mrs. Wang is free, let her have a try."

Gu Qingcheng didn't say anything this time and just said "try it".

Her meaning is very clear. She can take care of her neighbor's business, but she also needs to see whether the other person is capable.

If it's unreliable, then I'm sorry.

Although she has some money, she is not taken advantage of.

"Okay! Okay! Let my family try to work at your place. If it works, you can use it. If it doesn't work, let her leave directly."

Wang Dali was pulling the cart and couldn't pat his chest, but his words were very firm.

Wang Dali is really good at doing things.

When he sent Gu Qingcheng home, he didn't even need to ask Gu Qingcheng to greet him. He helped move her things for her.

While moving things, he shouted towards his house at the top of his voice, "Damn it! Damn it! Come quickly!"

Wang Dali's daughter-in-law heard the sound and ran from next door.

Seeing Wang Dali carrying a big scapegoat, she immediately understood.

After wiping her hands, she also worked with her husband.

Gu Qingcheng: ...

These two couples are really diligent, the key is that they are too discerning.

Wang Dali helped put down the things, explained a few words to his wife, and then ran out to do some work again.

Sister-in-law Wang helped Gu Qingcheng clean up the stove, wash pots and dishes.

Look at the empty stove, and there is no firewood in the yard.

She simply ran back to her home and brought a bundle of firewood over.

Burn fire, boil water, wash vegetables, stir-fry vegetables, make soup, steam steamed buns.

In the small courtyard that Gu Qingcheng rented, smoke rose from the chimney on the roof...

　The poems in this article are Zhang Zongchang's masterpiece.His "poetry" is really amazing. For those who are interested, you can search it, fried chicken is funny!
　
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