After Tu Qingyu became an immortal, he could clearly feel his own power.
She can travel freely between different worlds, but she cannot interfere in the affairs of the small world.
After playing around for two hundred years, she was sent to a maintenance department in heaven as a supervisor.
The work in this maintenance department doesn't seem to be much different from what she did before.
They are all looking for people to do tasks, traveling between different worlds to repair the cracks in the small world caused by various external reasons.
The only difference is that they look for people in the mortal world who have great merits and have encountered accidents to give them a chance to save themselves.
For example, a person who is unconscious while saving someone can have a healthy body and die peacefully without any illness or disaster as long as he completes a certain task.
There are also people who simply come in because they are short of money. The team will look at the merits of the person. If the merits are sufficient, they will assign tasks. As long as they complete the tasks, they will receive generous bonuses.
Currently, the bonus for a task in the maintenance department is five million, after tax, a reasonable and legal five million.
"Director, the number of small worlds collapsing in recent years has increased. We're short on manpower now. What should we do?"
"Why are there not enough people? Is there no one in the world who needs money?"
"There are many who need money, but few who also have merit. Let alone merit, the resentment of modern young people is no less than that of the persecuted female supporting character in that small world."
Tu Qingyu immediately thought of the modern 996 and the young people who are full of resentment.
"All right."
In fact, after she became an immortal, she would sometimes go down to experience life and try out various identities.
I have to say, even if you are a god, after working for two days, you will still smell like work.
Oh, yes, pandas too.
She turned around and saw the muscular man sitting on a large desk with a pile of jade cards on it. He held a seal in his left hand. With a knock, a halo appeared on the jade card and then it flew away automatically.
The fairy who was originally in charge of stamping went to the small world to complete the task a few days ago because of lack of manpower.
The tough guy originally thought that stamping was fun, so he volunteered to help out for a few days.
Unexpectedly, after just a few days of typing, those once bright eyes dimmed.
Next to her was Jiaojiao, who was lying there, licking her paws out of boredom.
She raised her hand, and several light screens appeared in front of her. She pointed casually and said, "I'll go to this world."
It's boring to stay here anyway, so I might as well take these strong men to earn more merit so that they can cultivate into human form as soon as possible.
She could give one directly, but it would not be as good as one cultivated by herself.
The fairy's eyes lit up, "It would be great if the supervisor could go."
After she finished speaking, Tu Qingyu looked at the macho man who was still typing away with despair, "Macho man!"
The tough guy raised his head when he heard the voice, his eyes lit up instantly, "Master!"
Tu Qingyu waved, "Come on, Master will take you downstairs to play."
"Okay, okay."
As soon as she mentioned going down to play, Mengnan and Jiaojiao both ran towards her.
Tu Qingyu put Mengnan and Jiaojiao into the space, walked to the world mirror, and jumped.
When she woke up again, she felt a bitter taste in her mouth. She opened her eyes slightly and felt that someone was feeding medicine into her mouth.
"Ma'am, you're awake!"
The girl who was feeding her medicine with a sad face suddenly brightened up her eyes, put down the medicine bowl in her hand and came to help her.
"Madam, please don't ruin your health for the anger of such a heartless person. It's not worth it."
She spoke indignantly, and her eyes became red as she looked at her wife.
Tu Qingyu is receiving the original owner's memories.
The original owner was also called Tu Qingyu, and she was the daughter of a wealthy merchant in the south.
Her father had only her, and she was born in his old age. He raised her like a treasure since she was a child.
The original owner's mother probably suffered health problems from giving birth at an advanced age, and she died five years after giving birth to the original owner.
The original owner's father did not remarry, but stayed with the original owner and raised her until she was about ten years old, but then his health deteriorated.
The original owner was too simple-minded. He was only in his teens, and it was too late for him to teach him.
So he set his sights on a poor scholar in the next alley whose parents had just died.
He took the poor scholar into his home and asked him if he was willing to marry into the Tu family.
The poor scholar kowtowed loudly and said that if he could continue his studies, his life would belong to Master Tu in the future.
Mr. Tu didn't want his life. He just wanted him to marry his daughter and treat her well after his death.
The scholar vowed that he would never let Miss Tu down in his life, and he wrote a document in triplicate, one for himself, one for the Tu family, and one for Mr. Tu himself.
In this dynasty, a son-in-law is not allowed to take the imperial examination, so Master Tu did not let him officially marry into the family.
After Tu Qingyu's coming-of-age ceremony at the age of fifteen, Mr. Tu had a premonition that his time was up. At that time, the seventeen-year-old scholar had already passed the imperial examination.
He held on and arranged the wedding for his daughter, then passed away.
The original owner and the scholar had lived a loving life for several years. At least in the original owner's memory, she had been doing well in those years.
Even after the scholar passed the imperial examination, was appointed an official, and gained a firm foothold in the capital, his official rank did not advance at all for several years.
He met the daughter of the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, a third-rank official who was in charge of the evaluation and transfer of officials.
In the previous life, not long after, the scholar divorced her on the grounds that she had no children for many years and married the daughter of the Minister of Revenue.
She was thrown into a dilapidated courtyard in the mansion as if she were being given alms and left to fend for herself. Not long after, she became ill due to depression and died.
Later she realized that the world she lived in was nothing more than a storybook.
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