Hearing the movement behind them, the three of them turned around together and saw Shang Luo.

"It's... Ah, it's a small businessman, come on, come on. It's really not good to find your father for this job, so I can only find you to do it. ”

The three of them pulled Shang Luo and walked up. Skimming aside the green can of Wang cub's milk, he pressed Shang Luo to the red bench instead.

"Little businessman, what did you find? Hurry up and point us at us, we're all going crazy! ”

"Uh..."Shang Luo was stunned for a moment, "Three seniors, you don't have to be so polite. ”

"Shang Xiaoyou, I've heard rumors before that you have a seven-trick exquisite heart. Hurry up and communicate with this electric uncle to see what this person is unhappy about? We've had a few level 6 fitters around it for months, but the thing stops working whenever it's uncomfortable. Just now, there was a 'boom' sound, and we didn't know what was wrong, and it tripped directly. Did you hear movement outside? ”

Shang Luo didn't hear the movement, but his light bulb did blow up.

But will grid fluctuations blow up light bulbs? Shang Luo had never studied electrician, so he didn't know much about it. But considering that the generator has been invented less than 10 years ago, it is possible to solve any problems.

However, several old fitters have talked about this, and he can't talk about it if he doesn't help. Based on past experience, he should be able to feel the flow of some "qi" by touch.

Shang Luo unveiled the spell and placed his hand on the generator's shell.

...

Dazed, confused.

This was the emotion Shang Luo felt, just like when he first crossed into this world.

Suddenly, a beam of light opened up the field of vision, and the hammer struck sparks on the anvil, and the shell was welded into shape in arcs and flames. The Taoist chief who was dressed in magic clothes opened the light with talisman water, boarded and disembarked in the sound of a salute, and finally settled here. However, "self" is not the only hub of the power grid here, there is another unknown source of interference. Discordant clutter beats in the heart.

Anger, pain. and growing confusion.

...

Coming back to his senses, Shang Luo was stunned. It seems that some inexplicable fragment flashes through my mind, far more concrete than the "qi sense" from those simple machines. He felt this... Part of this machine is "memory", and even "emotions." ”

Do machines have memories too? Machines also have emotions? Maybe a simple machine like an alarm clock can only produce the rudiments of "qi", but a complex machine like a generator can produce "memories"?

"And what am I? Where do I come from? What am I going to do? ”

After substituting the memory of the generator, Shang Luo was a little blindsided.

"Hey, Little Merchant!" The old fitter woke him up, "Are you alright?" ”

"Uh... It's okay, it's okay. ”

"How's this generator?"

Shang Luo frowned: "It's not easy to describe." It's a little unpleasant. ”

"Huh?"

"It's just that the soul is displeased." Shang Luo replied.

"Just look at me!" The old fitter who woke up Shang Luo turned around and shouted to the other two, "I'll just say it's not our problem, it's a metaphysical problem!" We obviously followed the manual, but the problem is that the machine is not happy! Gong cigarettes and Wang cub milk are useless, and the red bench and the Five Thunder Heart Cleansing Mantra are useless, so you have to let the experts out! ”

"Little merchant, let's see how to fix it! We're all about to be broken down by this master, this thing has problems at two ends in three days, do we still want to upgrade to level 7? ”

"Let me think about it." Shang Luo took a step back and took a closer look at the generator.

The high-speed steam engine next to it was three stories high, and the loud roar never stopped. And this generator is quite miniature, only the size of a small car.

The transmission shaft of the steam engine is connected directly to a gearbox, which is idling and does not drive the generator itself.

"Not happy, isn't it... So how can it make you happy? Shang Luo glanced at the milk of the Wang cub that was still on the ground, and the three half-burned cigarettes, and the sparks of the cigarette butts were still flickering.

"Doesn't seem to be of much use in offering? Then I'll ask you. ”

Shang Luo put his hand on the generator again.

...

refuse

...

"Huh? With such a big temper? ”

This time, there was not only a reaction, but also a feeling of "rejection".

"Then it seems that there is only one way - old men, take my toolbox. yes, I want that little hammer. ”

The old fitter threw the hammer over, and Shang Luo reached out to catch it.

Carrying the small hammer, Shang Luo used one hand to maintain contact with the generator, circled around the generator for half a circle, and stopped, he felt that the emotions transmitted from this position were the most intense.

"Huh? Looks like this is it. ”

Shang Luo took out the chalk that the fitters would carry with him, drew a circle where his hand was pressing, and then held the small hammer high—

"Dangchang!" There was a sound, and a hammer sparkled everywhere.

...

Refuse! Refuse! Refuse!

...

A strong sense of defiance came from his fingertips.

"Huh." Shang Luo sneered, held the handle of the hammer with both hands, raised it above his head, and turned back to ask, "What spell did you just recite?" Five Thunder Purifying Heart Mantra, right? How do you read it... Oh, got it. ”

He struck down with all his might, and roared out the Five Thunder Heart Clearing Mantra with the qi of the dantian:

"Left zero right fire! Lei Gong help me! ”

There was a "boom", and the hammer smashed out a spark, and a large piece of the generator's paint was smashed.

A low beep is faintly present, and the pitch and volume are constantly rising. No one pressed the restart button, but the generator jumped to restart on its own.

The lights are on.

...

"You three, that's it." Under the stunned gaze of the old fitter, Shang Luo pasted the charm that had just landed on the part that had been knocked off the paint:

"Just mark it with this yellow paper. Next time you don't obey, beat him! Knock it here, and if one time is not enough, hammer it a few more times. Hit it until it's normal. If a household appliance is broken, it should be repaired like this, don't get used to it. I'm used to going wrong. ”

"It's... Is that okay? ”

"Similar causes lead to similar effects. I think it's fine. He said as he put the hammer into the toolbox, "Then I'll go, call me next time I have a problem." ”

"Huh, wait! Small businessman, don't leave yet, I can't let you work in vain, no matter what, I will invite you to a big meal! ”

Above the Golden Gate Building is the Governor's Palace, but the 14-story podium below is the Golden Gate Hotel. It was the place where the Governor's Mansion of Yangju entertained guests and the canteen of the San Francisco Acropolis. Three meals a day, free to eat with a voucher. However, it is limited to artisan households and military households, because artisan households and military households came to Yangzhou on assignment, and the imperial court is in charge of food.

The food there is actually very good, but Shang Luo has never liked it...

"The 2nd floor is free, the 3rd floor needs to add money to eat. Let's take a walk, it's almost time for dinner, and let's hurry up while there are few people now. Come on, go together, go together, go. ”

...

"Hiccup~" waved to the guards who sent him, and Shang Luo helped the door back to the watch shop.

He was so full of this meal that he ate too many turnips, and now his stomach is still bloated.

That's right, the so-called "big meal" is turnips.

"Hiccup~~~" he burped again, "Why is it a radish every time." The free meal on the 2nd floor is also radish stew, and the food on the 3rd floor is all radish, and it is still colorful, which is simply a radish meeting. ”

I opened the door, because the light bulb was broken, and it was so dark that I couldn't see anything. He casually disconnected the light bulb and was about to change it with a new light bulb he had taken from the Acropolis.

"Are you full? Great, we can hit the road. A cold voice came from behind the door.

Before Shang Luo could shout, a sack slipped him in from top to bottom. The eyes are black.

Several people carried him to the back door, and Shang Luo was dragged into the trunk with a sack.

The car started, and there was a strong roar from the engine at the front. Then there was a whirlwind of the world—

"Boom, boom."

When I was relieved again, the wheels drove over a few speed bumps. The car was out of town, and he couldn't even figure out the direction, whether it had passed the Golden Gate Bridge.

Less than half a minute after going out, the road conditions suddenly deteriorated. The wheels pressed the stones on the potholed concrete road, and from time to time a carload of people almost flew in the air. But the driver seemed to be in a hurry, so he slammed the accelerator and ran all the way.

Slowly, the smell around me changed. It's no longer the faint smell of smoke in the city – the aroma of wheat sprouts seeping in through closed car windows. It was the time when the wheat seedlings were filled, and if he took off his blindfold at this time, he knew that he should be able to see the endless green fields. This is the case in most parts of the New World, where every place that can be cultivated is properly cultivated. The dull roar of a compression-ignition tractor could be heard from a distance, the sound of pesticides being sprayed in a wheat field. Most of the gasoline saved elsewhere is used here.

Except that the wheat field is the radish field. In addition to producing grain, Yangzhou also produces those big radish.

After a few hours, the road conditions suddenly deteriorated. Even if there were potholes, it was at least a concrete road, but now it has become a dirt road. Even if it is a military vehicle, it will not sway from side to side like a tumbler on this kind of road.

Fortunately, the car stopped after not driving off the main road for long.

"Get out of the car, Mr. Shang." After a few hours, they finally said the first word.

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 subconsciously closed his eyes, in case the sudden return of light pierced his eyes. But it's still pitch black all around—

Cool droplets of water drip from above, the water dripping from stalactites. Through the faint light, Shang Luo saw a wet flag spread between the stalactites: the English cross, the Scottish cross, and the Irish cross were arranged in a rice flag.

"That's..."

Shang Luo knew that this was the national flag that could not appear at this moment. The country called "Great Britain" was never established in this world, and England, Scotland, and Ireland are now independent of each other. The only thing that was flown in London was the flag of England, and this flag was clearly not from this era.

"It's the flag of the British Empire. An empire on which the sun never sets, an empire that was supposed to exist, the Victorian era that was supposed to exist. Not the big shack that smells of horse manure by the Thames now. Our angels will help us rebuild our empire, and we will drink Darjeeling black tea again. ”

"You're going to rebel? Do you know what you're doing? ”

Shang Luo reminded them in a stern tone. There were no civilians in Yangzhou, and almost everyone had a dispatch. And kidnapping the official is a dead end, and he will be swept away by the plough.

"Of course, of course we know what to expect. In the worst-case scenario, we will be ploughed and swept away, and each of us will be skinned and weeded. But you are a guest of the angels, and we must bring you here. Go ahead, angels and senators are waiting for you. ”