It wasn't an apple that hit Newton.

Calm down... Freya thought of a possibility.

She gently closed the master bedroom door, jogged to Li Cheng's former bedroom, and then gently pushed open the door.

Sure enough, on that small single bed, a tiny golden figure was sprawled out asleep—it was Newton.

"call......"

Freya breathed a sigh of relief. Although she still didn't quite understand what had happened, she was relieved that her mistress was still alive.

As for why these two switched beds... I feel like I'd lose if I tried to figure it out myself.

So she stepped forward, leaned close to Newton's ear, and whispered, "Miss, breakfast is ready. It's time to get up."

......

After being woken up by Freya, Newton sat on the bed in a daze, lost in thought.

She vaguely remembered having a dream last night, in which she discovered that Li Cheng was not sleeping in the middle of the night, so she went in and said something to him, and then she seemed to get angry, and then... and then she couldn't remember, but she felt good.

"Ah-ah-ah——"

After letting out a big yawn, Newton finally became a little more awake.

Only then did she realize that she hadn't woken up in her own bedroom, and wasn't sleeping in her usual large bed, but in a single bed. Although this bed was more than enough for her.

?

Why am I here?

Newton lowered his head in thought, but could not come up with an answer.

But she wasn't discouraged, because this was normal; after all, the mind is always sluggish and difficult to think in the morning, and it takes until the morning to return to normal.

Just then, Freya pushed the door open again and walked in, saying, "Miss, are you more awake now?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Newton looked up, blinked his still-sleepy blue eyes, and asked in confusion, "Freya, how did I end up sleeping here?"

Freya: ......?

Chapter Fifty-Six: Very Good and Healthy

As dawn broke, the soap factory was already in operation. Tom, one of the many workers in the soap factory, hurried to his post, but instead of the usual numbness, his face was filled with anticipation for the future.

It's simple, because they paid enough money.

To meet basic survival needs in London—that is, to have a place to sleep and enough to eat—a family of three would need at least 13 shillings per week.

Soap factories, lacking competition and enjoying high profits, were able to pay their workers £10.10 per week, or 30 shillings per week, when the average worker only earned 15 shillings per week.

This double salary allowed Tom to support his family's various expenses with just one job, and even save a little bit—well, just a little bit.

However, considering that a family doesn't just have one person working, Tom's life is quite comfortable, and he even has the ability to save up a sum of money to cope with a crisis.

“If we maintain this situation for three years—no, two years—my family will undergo a complete transformation. My little Jerry will no longer have to go to work so early. Instead, he can receive further education so that he can get a higher-paying job with shorter working hours.”

Thinking of this, Tom's face lit up with a genuine, bright smile, and he was sincerely grateful to the boss, the respected Mr. Albert Lee, who was rumored to have overruled Manager Roy's opinion and set such a high salary.

Just then, the middle-aged supervisor walked into the busy factory, interrupting Tom's thoughts.

"I have an announcement to make." His loud voice echoed throughout the factory. "The boss has a temporary task and needs a group of people. The requirements are not high: healthy, energetic, and able to work through the night. This is a nighttime task."

Boss? Mr. Albert?

Tom paused slightly upon hearing the name.

If it were just a trivial matter, he could agree unconditionally because of the boss's generous salary, but staying up all night...

But in this era of lack of entertainment and light, staying up late is a very torturous thing, and it also interferes with daytime work, leading to a lack of focus and being punished by the supervisor.

The others thought the same thing, and like Tom, they remained silent.

But just then, the middle-aged supervisor took a sip of water to clear his throat and continued shouting, "Five pounds! Everyone who accepts will receive five pounds! And your salary will be paid as usual during the mission!"

Five pounds!

This number quickly clouded Tom's judgment, making him eager to spend the night, forgetting all about staying up late and daytime.

However, before he could react, some quick-witted people had already raised their hands.

"I'll do it!"

"Me! Me! Me! Me!"

"Pick me! I once went two days without sleep."

Tom, who was a step behind, was anxious. He quickly raised his arm high and shouted, mimicking Tom's words, "I can stay up even longer! I didn't sleep for ten days last time!"

Ten days?

The workers who had been eagerly raising their hands all turned to Tom with disdain, and even the middle-aged supervisor was slightly moved and couldn't help but look at Tom... You're really good at bragging, you've completely interrupted my train of thought.

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Let's turn back time a little bit.

221 Baker Street.

Li Cheng slowly woke up in the three-person bed, feeling quite pleased.

Ever since he threw Newton, who had imitated his novel dialogue in person, onto the bed and spanked him, he's been longing for the feel of this big, soft bed and has been thinking about sleeping on it sometime.

It just so happened that Newton had taken over his bed last night, so naturally he had to take the opportunity to try it out. So Li Cheng put Newton on his bedroom bed, covered his belly with a blanket, and then swaggered off to sleep on the big soft bed in the master bedroom.

As for the experience?

He said it was really great, and the feeling of being completely immersed in the bed was a joy that he couldn't experience in a single bed.

With a slight reluctance, Li Cheng got out of bed, changed his clothes, put on his shoes, and pushed open the door. He saw Freya bustling around in the living room, seemingly preparing breakfast.

Good morning, what's for breakfast today?

So he greeted him with a smile.

Freya stopped, turned around, and gave a slight bow: "Good morning, Mr. Li. Today's breakfast is oat bread and milk."

Throughout the process, she remained calm, seemingly unsurprised by his emergence from Newton's room... well, perhaps she had been surprised.

"Um......"

Li Cheng looked around to make sure Newton hadn't gotten up yet, then said in a serious tone, "Wrap up my bread for me. I have urgent business to attend to today and need to leave early."

Freya showed a subtle change in her expression, which she then suppressed: "Yes."

......

With a map and some bread, Li Cheng prepared to head to the three locations he considered most suspicious.

He didn't cancel the arrangements with Roy, but just designated a few suspicious locations for him to continue sending people to monitor them.

As the saying goes, it's better to be prepared. In a world where Newton's Y chromosome shifted to become a blonde girl, Lavoisier was born decades earlier, and the Great Plague of London ended prematurely, we cannot place too much faith in past histories.

Who knows, maybe the owner of a bakery was turned into a scatterbrained woman and forgot to turn off the oven for three days in a row?

As for the three bakeries, Li Cheng planned to go to the King's Bakery on Putin Street first.

There's no particular reason, it's just that we live close by.

Incidentally, when Li Cheng was about to hire a carriage, he coincidentally ran into the burly coachman from that day again. The coachman was standing with his beloved chestnut mare, waiting to be hired.

Li Cheng naturally preferred to talk to acquaintances, so after a pleasant conversation... the talks broke down.

The reason had nothing to do with the coachman; it was mainly that the chestnut mare had been stimulated by something and started neighing and struggling as soon as she saw Li Cheng, refusing to let him get on the carriage.

After the coachman sincerely apologized, Li Cheng gave up and chose to hire another carriage.

This time, the carriage was pulled by a tall, black stallion with neat teeth, strong limbs, and a broad back, giving it an overall imposing and majestic appearance.

The horse was a good horse, but the problem was that it looked at Li Cheng with disdain, as if he were a weakling. It glanced at him casually and then looked into the distance.

?

"So why are all the horses I've met so unique? Or am I just naturally incompatible with cattle and horses?"

Li Cheng couldn't help but complain.

The groom, who was nearby, heard this and humbly stepped forward to ask, "Is there something wrong with my horse, sir?"

Why bother arguing with a beast... Li Cheng coughed twice and praised, "No, it's nothing, your horse is very good, your horse is very healthy."

Chapter 57 Taking Time Out of a Busy Work Schedule

Putin Street.

As Li Cheng walked into the street, he had a vague feeling that "this is the place."

The streets are narrow, the houses are cramped, and there are piles of miscellaneous items haphazardly on both sides of the road. In addition, near the entrance of the street, there is a large garbage dump where all kinds of trash are piled up in a disorderly manner.

It would be perfectly reasonable for a fire to break out in such a place.

The bakery he was looking for was located right in the middle of the street, and its name was prominently displayed in chalk at the entrance.

King's Bakery

"Um?!"

The moment Li Cheng saw the sign written in chalk, a flood of knowledge that didn't belong to him rushed into his mind... just like when he first met Lavoisier, only clearer, more specific, and even accompanied by a vivid image.

He saw a chubby middle-aged man in the evening who forgot to turn off the oven because he was in a hurry to get home.

He saw a spark fly out of the oven in the early hours of the morning and land on a pile of firewood that was originally intended to be used as fuel for the oven the next day.

He saw the raging fire engulf the entire bakery, spreading to the surrounding wooden houses in the west wind, turning the whole street into a nightmarish inferno.

He saw countless homeless citizens gathered in front of the city hall, denouncing the mayor's incompetence...

He saw it...

......

That's right, this is it!

Having regained consciousness from the images, Li Cheng was absolutely certain of this, so he had the carriage stop where it was and got out of the carriage alone.

This was a very ordinary bakery. The storefront only had some bread for sale, but Li Cheng didn't care about that. He was more concerned about the kitchen, where the ovens were located.

"What would you like to buy, sir? We have freshly baked white bread, absolutely piping hot!"

At this moment, a chubby middle-aged man saw Li Cheng and warmly came forward to greet him.