Li Qingyuan was reluctant to give up the work of Jiangzhou River Wharf.

After the military training was completed, he found Lao Caitou through an intermediary and has been working until now.

For him, making money here is secondary, and making friends is the real reward.

The family background of the people who came to work at the wharf was of course not good, but this was also the way that Li Qingyuan felt cordial, would not be coldly looked at by outsiders, and was easy to get close to everyone.

He came out of the countryside, his family was used to it, and he had more topics to talk about with these colleagues.

Because of this, everyone takes good care of Li Qingyuan, they work ten hours a day, and Li Qingyuan only needs five hours.

Of course, the time spent working is short, and the money you get is naturally different.

Every week, Li Qingyuan works here for five days. Monday is tutoring, Tuesday to Saturday, either in the morning or in the afternoon, in short, it will be five hours.

He could earn a hundred yuan in five hours, and he was full of gratitude for Lao Caitou's care.

When he came back from home this time, he found that the relationship with his colleagues had not become stranger, but had become closer, which made him feel very warm, as if he had found his own place in a strange city. That's why he's a little unscrupulous.

At twelve o'clock at noon, the previous group of people who were resting came over on time to change shifts, Li Qingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, bought a bottle of mineral water, and desperately poured it into his stomach.

The cold mineral water gradually moistened his dry and hot throat and made him feel more comfortable.

The learning mode opened by the system is very strict, and the test is the execution of the host.

Take pronunciation as an example, from warped tongue to curly tongue, all kinds of pronunciation, if you can't meet the standard, you have to start again, and the twenty-six letters are equivalent to learning again.

Not only that, but the virtual screen in front of him on the right side will also scroll through a lot of English materials to help him learn English grammar and increase his vocabulary storage.

These materials are not just to be read, but to be familiar with them and thoroughly understood. Otherwise, the system will activate the punishment function and punish Li Qingyuan.

And the so-called punishment function is to give him an electric shock, and in one morning, Li Qingyuan is estimated to have been electrocuted more than a dozen times.

The electric current began to appear from the tattoo on his left arm, and then quickly spread throughout his body, and he trembled, sore, and swollen, and all kinds of sensations hit his nerves.

Li Qingyuan couldn't figure out where the electricity came from, and he couldn't get an explanation when he asked the system, but he knew that the system also needed energy to activate the punishment function, and these energies would be automatically deducted.

Simply, the energy deducted is not much, and the energy of each electric shock accounts for about 1/10,000 of a unit of energy. But even so, Li Qingyuan sadly found that his existing energy was not much.

It took one unit of energy to decipher Sister Lan's file before, and then it took six units of energy to overstep the authority to query the problem, and now the system starts the punishment mode and directly locks one unit of energy. At the end of the day, all he could use was two units of energy.

For this reason, he also received a warning from the system that if he did not elevate the system's privileges earlier and work hard to turn on the energy system, once the energy was used up, he would lose the interpretation system and his body would be severely traumatized by unknown.

This is the reason why he does not stop all morning and studies hard.

Not only for the system, but even for his own physical safety, he has to fight.

A bottle of mineral water bottomed out, and Li Qingyuan felt a lot more comfortable.

Then he and his colleagues went to the locker room to change their uniforms and take a short break before going to eat.

Li Qingyuan has the habit of eating with them, not to be cheap, but to laugh and chat with everyone in private. Although they are older than themselves, they are men after all, and the topic can't get around the word life.

The place where they eat is on Confucius Street, about five minutes away from Jiangzhou Wharf.

There is a Confucius Temple at the end of Confucius Street, but the land was expropriated the year before last and has been demolished. Confucius Street without Confucius Temple is a bit unworthy of its name, but it does not affect business, Confucius Street is a famous food street in Jiangzhou, and it is very popular.

Li Qingyuan and the others came to Confucius Street and went directly to the beef noodle restaurant, and there were still many people in the local area.

The beef noodles on Confucius Street are one of the flavors that Li Qingyuan misses the most after returning home.

Every day after work, he will eat a bowl of authentic Jiangzhou beef noodles here, drink beef soup, listen to the old brothers, and brag about those past things, which feels very delicious.

Confucius Street is an old street, and the storefronts are not in sight, but this is also the reason why people choose this place. There are old shops in the old street, and the old shops entertain old customers, which seems to be the tradition and customs left over from Jiangzhou.

The store and Lao Caitou have been friends for more than ten years, and Li Qingyuan followed everyone to call Uncle Cat.

Of course, Uncle Cat is not surnamed cat, but he just likes to raise cats, and there are more than a dozen cats of different colors in his backyard, which look scary at night. This is also the reason why Li Qingyuan does not go to Uncle Mao's backyard when he works at night.

"Old cat, hurry up, it's still the same!" As soon as Lao Caitou entered the store, he yelled anxiously.

The old store was very popular, and as soon as they came in, the store was full. After a morning of work, everyone was already hungry, and the smell wafted in the store, and naturally the insects were full of hunger.

"Come on, come on!" the voice was loud and clear.

Uncle Cat is not very old, and colleagues should call him brother, but he is a little old-fashioned, and he is obese, so he has the title of uncle.

Uncle Cat is not annoyed by this, and has an easy-going personality. Li Qingyuan followed, but it was also wrong.

This beef noodle restaurant on Confucius Street is a century-old shop, with sufficient ingredients and exquisite methods. As for what this emphasis is, of course Li Qingyuan will not know, and no one will tell him, he only knows that every bowl of noodles made by Uncle Mao is delicious, and that is enough.

As soon as the hot noodles were served, everyone couldn't help but gobble up.

Lao Cai took care of the little one, and pushed his bowl to Li Qingyuan, but robbed his subordinates.

This behavior immediately aroused dissatisfaction, and the store was in a commotion.

I didn't really care, I just followed the beginning, and Lao Caitou exchanged words, which was just counted as an activity before lunch.

Li Qingyuan doesn't care about these, some of them are very satisfied with eating, let's not make a fuss.

Uncle Cat is fast, and the young guys in the store are also neat, and without a meal, everyone has fragrant beef noodles in front of them, and after a while, the store is full of the sound of inhaling and drinking soup.

Li Qingyuan was the first to finish eating, he was young and had a big appetite, and a bowl of noodles was not enough.

After ordering a bowl again, he sat back in his seat, unconsciously raising his head, but his eyes were stunned.

Outside the store, there was an eleven or twelve-year-old girl, dressed as young and beautiful, lively and cute. Looking at the clothes on his body, he looks like a child of a rich family, and he shouldn't be here.