As a hero, Xi Jun regards money as dirt. He is young and ignorant, never cared about money. On the way to Chang'an, he spent money very much. In his opinion, as long as he arrives in Chang'an, he will definitely find Ling Mansion. If he finds Ling Mansion, he will definitely be able to join the army. As long as he can join the army, he will naturally no longer need money.

But a strong man named reality taught him a lesson with his strong fist, letting him know what it means to have immediate worries without long-term contemplation. He touched the few dozen copper coins in his pocket, and Xi Junmai wanted to cry without tears.

Why didn’t I agree to that young man just now? What does it matter if he is a hero? He has to suffer with face and life. The days ahead will probably be sad.

When he was in a daze, Xi Junmai's eyes were attracted by a mottled notice. He walked forward and looked for a while, well... I couldn't understand a word.

"Brother, then... what is it written on it?" Xi Junmai asked with a blushing face when he stopped a passerby again.

Fortunately, the passerby was good-looking and did not laugh at Xi Junbu. He glanced at the notice and said, "This is the notice of the government recruitment. As long as you register, you can have a road construction job. You can take care of two meals a day, pay the wages a day, and you are paid rice."

Passerby A left, Xi Jun made a big step towards the recruitment registration office outside the city.

"You want to register?" A middle-aged man dressed in a scholar looked at Xi Junmai with suspicion in his eyes.

When did Xi Junbu Bu be looked down upon so much? After biting her teeth, she said, "Yes, are you still recruiting workers here?"

"Trails are tricks, but can you do this with your small body? Two meals a day are not for nothing. If..." The middle-aged man stopped halfway through and stared at Xi Junmai and said stammeringly: "You, put them down quickly, I, I believe you are strong enough."

‘Baji’, the two strong men in charge of watching the pile were bought by Xi Jun from mid-air, and they coughed while covering their necks, looking at him with fear.

The young man in front of him was clean, but his hands were so powerful that he lifted them in the air with one hand, but his face was still not changing, and he didn't know what he had grown up with.

"Where to work? When will it start?" Xi Junmai asked, pressing the fingerprint on the contract.

A hero is so direct in his work. He must fulfill his contract seriously after signing. Of course, it would be even better if he could have a full meal before starting work.

Following the strong man who led the way, Xi Junmai came to a busy construction site, where the people on the construction site were bustling with men, women, and young and old, and they all worked hard to do their best.

But they saw that the young and strong men were all shirtless and tightening the roadbed, sweat covered their solid backs, and their work was very hard, but their faces were filled with happy smiles.

The teenagers carried wooden barrels, big or small, to and from the river ditch and sand piles on the roadside, were all covered in sweat, but none of them complained about being tired.

The women gathered together in groups of three or five, stirred some gray things with sand and stones with the water they brought from the children, and then sent them to the old man.

The older people squatted in the middle of the road, smoothing and compacting the gray wet soil sent by the women.

Looking at the busy construction site, Xi Junmai suddenly felt that it was not so difficult to accept participating.

"From today on, you can work here. There is a meal every morning and afternoon. Someone will come to deliver food before dark in the evening." The strong man who led the way would greet the working people from time to time, and finally led Xi Junmai to a foreman and explained it to him and left.

The foreman looked at Xi Jun Bu Bu for a few times, and seemed to be hesitant. He thought for a while and said, "Xi Jun Bu Bu Bu, right? How about you be responsible for carrying water?"

"Boil the water?" Xi Junmai rolled his eyes: "White-headed, Xi is a man after all, how can he do that infamous job like a child?"

Man? You are just your little body? The corner of the foreman white twitched: "Then what job are you doing?"

Xi Jun bought a pat on his chest: "Someone, tamp the roadbed."

"No." Foreman Bai refused Xi Junmai without thinking: "There must be four people to tamp the roadbed. I can't find someone to cooperate with you at the moment, so... you should go and carry the water."

The Tang Dynasty did not have road rollers from later generations. The work of compacting the roadbed was often in groups of four people. They used ropes to tie a stump about two people, holding a thickness of four feet tall and short, and left four rope heads. When tamping the roadbed, each of the four people pulled a rope head, pulled the stump up and down, and smashed it to the ground one by one.

So Foreman Bai is not bullying Xi Junmai, nor is he looking down on him. The stump used to tamp down the roadbed is too heavy and cannot be operated by one person.

But to his surprise, Xi Junmai actually shook his head: "I don't need to cooperate with others, I will do it myself."

When encountering such a thorn, Foreman Bai was anxious at the time and looked at the spear behind Xi Junmai: "I? Who do you think you are? Don't think that you will be in martial arts after practicing for a few days..."

Xi Junmai didn't argue with Foreman Bai, and smiled slightly: "You'll know if it's OK or not."

Try it? How to try it? Foreman Bai was stunned. Could it be that you can lift the tree stump alone?

Before he could figure it out, he saw this guy named Xi Jun Buy quickly come to the place where the supplies were stored. Without saying a word, he untied the spear behind him, held it in his hand and shook it. He poked it directly into a tree stump with a stake. He whirled his arms and directly picked up the stump.

With a 'swish', cold sweat flowed down from Foreman Bai's forehead.

Under the gaze of countless people, Xi Junmai picked up the tree stump and came to the unstuffed roadbed, and swung his spear with a "huh".

The spear held the tree stump like a huge wooden hammer, hitting the ground with a "bang", and a deep pit that was nearly half a foot appeared.

Crackling.

Eyeballs fell all over the floor.

Is this a person or a person?

I’m afraid that ancient evil is just like this!

The white foreman who thought Xi Junbu could pick up the tree stump was already amazing. His mouth was opened, his tongue drooped outside, and his saliva flowed all over the floor.

He never expected that a young man who seemed to him to lose weight would be so tough.

‘Dongdongdongdong…’, Xi Junmai was also crazy. Seeing everyone in a daze, he directly opened the spear in his hand, swung the left and smashed it. After a series of "Dongdongdong" sounds, the ground in the radius of two or three meters was all concave.

Seeing that Xi Junmai was about to continue, Foreman Bai suddenly jumped up: "Stop, stop, stop quickly! Don't smash it, don't smash it again. My little ancestor, if you smash it again, something big happens."

"What?" Xi Junmai stopped and asked in confusion.

"What's wrong..., look at the places you smashed, and then look at the places you smashed by others. You're three inches deeper than others. You're fine, but others are afraid they'll have to work with you for another day."
Chapter completed!