Hearing the movement behind them, the three of them turned around and saw Shangluo.
"This is... ah, it's a small businessman. Come on, come on. Your father can't do this job, so I can only do it on you."
The three people took Shangluo and walked up. Putting aside the green can of Wangzai milk, he pushed Shangluo onto the red bench.
"Small businessman, have you noticed anything? Hurry up and give us some pointers, we are going crazy!"
"Uh..." Shangluo was stunned for a moment, "Three seniors, you don't have to be so polite."
"Little friend Shang, I have heard rumors before that you have an exquisite heart with seven orifices. Please communicate with this TV man quickly and see what is unhappy about him? Several of us level 6 fitters are waiting around him. I've been busy for a few months, but this thing stops working when it feels uncomfortable. Just now there was a "bang" sound. We didn't know what was wrong, and it just tripped. You heard a noise outside. Is it done?"
Shangluo didn't hear the noise, but his light bulb did explode.
But will power grid fluctuations blow out light bulbs? Shangluo has never studied electrician and doesn’t know much about it. But considering that the generator was invented less than 10 years ago, any problem is possible.
However, several old fitters had already talked about this, and it was unreasonable for him not to help. According to past experience, he should be able to feel some "qi" flow through touch.
Shangluo unveiled the talisman and put his hand on the casing of the generator.
...
Dazed and confused.
This is the emotion Shangluo felt, just like when he first traveled to this world.
Suddenly, a beam of light opened the field of vision, the heavy hammer hit the anvil and sparked, and the shell was welded into shape in the arc and flame. He was consecrated with talismans by the Taoist priest in cassocks, boarded and disembarked amidst the sound of salutes, and was finally placed here. However, "I" is not the only center of the power grid here, there is another unknown source causing interference. Discordant clutter beats in the heart.
Anger, pain. And increasingly confused.
...
After coming back to his senses, Shangluo was stunned. There seemed to be some inexplicable fragment flashing through his mind, far more specific than the "aura" coming from those simple machines. He felt part of the "memories" and even "emotions" of this... machine.
Do machines also have memories? Do machines also have emotions? Perhaps a simple machine like an alarm clock can only produce the rudiments of "qi", but a machine as complex as a generator can produce "memory"?
"Then what am I? Where do I come from? What do I do?"
After being substituted into the memory of the generator, Shangluo was a little confused.
"Hey, little businessman!" The old fitter slapped him awake, "Are you okay?"
"Uh...it's okay, it's okay."
"How's the generator doing?"
Shangluo frowned: "It's hard to describe. It's a little unhappy."
"ha?"
"It's just that Jihun is unhappy." Shangluo replied.
"Just tell me!" The old fitter who woke up Shangluo turned around and shouted to the other two, "I said it's not our problem, it's a metaphysical problem! We obviously operate according to the manual, the problem is that the machine's soul is not good Yue! Tribute cigarettes and Wangzai milk are useless, as are the Red Bench and the Five Thunder Heart Clearing Curse, we have to let the experts take action!"
"Xiao Shang, please see how to fix it! We are almost crushed by this guy. This thing has problems every day. Do we need to upgrade to level 7?"
"Let me think about it." Shangluo took a step back and observed the generator carefully.
The high-speed steam engine next to it was three stories high, and its huge roar never stopped. And this generator looks quite mini, only as big as a small car.
The drive shaft of the steam engine is directly connected to a gearbox. At this time, the gearbox is idling and does not drive the generator itself.
"You're not happy, right... Then how can I make you happy?" Shangluo glanced at Wangzai Milk, which was still on the ground, and three half-burned cigarettes, the sparks of the cigarette butts still flickering.
"The offering seems to be of no use? Then let me ask you."
Shangluo put his hand on the generator again.
...
reject
...
"Huh? Are you so angry?"
This time there was not only a reaction, but also a feeling of "rejection".
"Then it seems that there is only one way--seniors, take down my tool box. Yes, I want that small hammer."
The old fitter threw the hammer over, and Shangluo reached out to catch it.
Holding the small hammer, Shangluo used one hand to keep in contact with the generator, turned half a circle around the generator, and stopped. He felt that this position conveyed the most intense emotions.
"Huh? It seems like this is it."
Shangluo took out the chalk that any fitter would carry with him, drew a circle on the place where his hand was pressed, and then raised the hammer high——
"Cang!" There was a sound, and a hammer hit, causing sparks to fly.
...
reject! reject! reject!
...
Strong resistance came from his fingertips.
"Ha." Shangluo sneered, holding the handle of the hammer with both hands, raising it high above his head, turning around and asking: "What spell did you recite just now? The Five Thunder Pure Heart Curse, right? How did you recite it... Oh, I understand."
He used all his strength to strike down, and used the energy of his Dantian to shout out the Five Thunder Heart-Cleaning Curse:
"Left Zero and Right Fire! Lei Gong, help me!"
There was a "boom", the hammer head hit a cloud of sparks, and a large piece of paint on the generator was smashed off.
A low buzzing sound loomed, rising in pitch and volume. No one pressed the restart button, but the generator jumped to restart on its own.
light is on.
...
"You three, just do this." Under the dumbfounded gaze of the old fitter, Shangluo pasted the talisman that had just landed on the part where the paint had been knocked off:
"Just use this yellow paper to mark it. Next time he disobeys, hit him! Hit it here. If once is not enough, hit it a few more times. Hit it until it is normal. This is how you should repair household appliances when they are broken. Don't let it be spoiled. . He is used to making mistakes."
"Is...is this okay?"
"Similar causes can produce similar results. I think it's okay." He said as he put the hammer into the tool box. "Then I'm leaving. Call me next time if you have any questions."
"Hey, wait! Xiao Shang, don't leave yet. I can't let your work go in vain. I want to treat you to a big meal no matter what!"
The top of the Golden Gate Building is the Governor's Mansion, but the 14-story podium below is the Golden Gate Hotel. It is the place where the Governor's Palace of Yangzhou entertains guests, and it is also the canteen of the Acropolis of San Francisco. Three meals a day, free with a voucher. But it was limited to craftsmen and military households, because craftsmen and military households came to Yangzhou on official business, and the court was in charge of the food.
The food there is actually very good, but Shangluo has never liked it...
"The second floor is free, but you need to pay extra to eat on the third floor. Let's go, let's go, it's almost lunch time, let's seize the time while there are few people. Come, come, let's go together, let's all go."
...
"Hiccup~" After waving to the guard soldier who sent him off, Shangluo held the door and returned to the watch shop.
This meal was really filling. He ate too many radishes and now his stomach is still bloated.
Yes, the so-called "big meal" is radish.
"Hiccup~~~" He let out a long burp again, "Why does it always turn out to be radish? The free meals on the second floor are also radish stew after all, and the meals that cost money to eat on the third floor are all radish, and they are still colorful. It’s just like a carrot meeting.”
Open the door, because the light bulb is broken, the room is dark and you can't see anything. He casually turned off the light bulb switch and was about to replace it with a new light bulb taken from the Acropolis.
"Are you full? Very good, we can get on our way." A cold voice came from behind the door.
Before Shangluo could shout, a sack was put inside him from top to bottom. His eyes went dark.
Several people carried him to the back door. Shangluo grabbed the sack and stuffed it into the trunk.
The car started, and there was a strong roar from the engine at the front. Immediately afterwards there was a whirlwind of events——
"Think, thump."
When I regained my composure, the wheels passed several speed bumps. The car was out of town, and he couldn't even figure out the direction or whether it had passed the Golden Gate Bridge.
Less than half a minute after leaving the house, the road conditions suddenly deteriorated. The wheels pressed against the pebbles as they raced along the bumpy concrete road. From time to time, the car bumped so hard that the people in the car almost flew into the air. But the driver seemed to be in a hurry, so he just hit the accelerator and drove all the way.
Slowly, the smell around me changed. It’s no longer the looming smell of smoke in the city—the aroma of wheat seeps in from the closed car window. It was the time when the wheat seedlings were filling. If he took off his blindfold at this time, he knew that he should be able to see the endless green fields. This was true of much of the New World. Every land that could be farmed was properly cultivated. The dull roar of a compression-ignition tractor came from a distance, the sound of pesticides being sprayed in the wheat fields. The gasoline saved elsewhere is basically used here.
Besides the wheat fields, there are also carrot fields. In addition to producing grain, Yangzhou also produces those big radishes.
After a few hours, the road conditions suddenly deteriorated. Even if it was full of potholes, it was still a cement road just now, but now it has turned into a dirt road. Even a military vehicle would not sway from side to side on this kind of road.
Fortunately, the car stopped not long after leaving the main road.
"Get out of the car, Mr. Shang." They finally said their first words in several hours.
A big man with a red neck opened the car door for him, helped him out of the car, and took off his blindfold.
He closed his eyes subconsciously to prevent the sudden return of light from glaring into his eyes. But the surroundings are still dark——
Cold water drops drip from above, water dripping from stalactites. Through the faint light, Shangluo saw a wet flag spread out among the stalactites: an English cross, a Scottish cross, and an Irish cross arranged crosswise to form a Union Jack flag.
"That is..."
Shangluo knew that it was impossible for the national flag to appear at this moment. The country called "Great Britain" has never been established in this world. England, Scotland, and Ireland are now independent of each other. The only thing flying in London is the English flag, which is clearly not from this era.
"It is the flag of the British Empire. An empire on which the sun never sets, the Victorian era that should have existed. Not the big horse manure-smelling shack by the Thames now. Our angels will help us rebuild the empire, and we will Drinking Darjeeling black tea again.”
"You want to rebel? Do you know what you are doing?"
Shangluo reminded them in a stern tone. There are no civilians coming to Yangzhou, and almost everyone has errands. And kidnapping an official is a dead end and will be punished by Li Ting.
"Of course, of course we know what will happen. In the worst case scenario, we will be plowed and every one of us will be skinned and stripped. But you are the guest of the angels and we must invite you. Please go Come forward, angels and senators are waiting for you."
