After saying goodbye to the few people, Fang Zheng returned to his residence alone with the things he bought. After a short rest, he heard a knock on the door.

When he opened the door, Zhang Chuwu and Zhang Xiaoliu were ready to go.

"You're going like that?"

Zhang Chuwu looked at Fang Zheng and frowned slightly: "Change clothes, wear this outfit, it's a waste!"

Fang Zheng's clothes were given by the magistrate Wang. The material was very good and it was indeed not suitable for rough work.

“I don’t have any other clothes here.”

But he could only smile bitterly: "There is no ready-to-wear selling on the street that suits me, and the shop can only be done tomorrow as soon as possible."

"so……"

Zhang Chuwu lowered his head and pondered, then turned back to his own courtyard.

Soon, he walked out with a worn-out dress in his hand and said, "This is my elder brother's old clothes, you can put them in for a day."

The food in the temple should be good. Brother Zhang Chuwu is not short, which is almost the same as Fang Zheng.

"Thank you!"

Fang Zheng was not polite and took the clothes and went back to the house to change.

…………

The Song family is a famous wealthy family in Wuqing County.

According to Zhang Chuwu, the Song family has two rice and grain shops and a restaurant in the city, and also runs the canal transportation business.

The old house of the Song family is even more prosperous. The dignitaries and nobles in the city hold important banquets and borrow the Song family's houses.

The banquet for the new magistrate on that day seemed to be at Song's house.

and.

The Song family has accumulated over the years and bought a large amount of land outside the city, with many hired farmers.

Every time the new grain comes, I’m busy for a while.

Today, the task that Zhang Chuwu and his friends took over was to transport newly collected rice and grain outside the city.

Just after noon, a group of more than a dozen people appeared at the back door of the Song family warehouse.

Not far away is the Wuming River. There are three or five small boats floating on the river, and there are sacks of food on the boat.

"Good rice is delivered directly to the warehouse. Miscellaneous rice needs to be passed through the drying yard. Today, all the ones coming must be good rice."

Zhang Chuwu took out a sweat towel and threw it on his shoulder, saying, "The owner will usually seek good luck in the new market. He will have some eyes when working, so don't make the owner unhappy."

"Know."

"Don't worry, Brother Junior High School!"

Everyone responded, and even Fang Zheng nodded silently.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he even swept across the middle-aged man in brocade clothes under the awning not far away.

The man lay on a soft chair, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was sleeping but not sleeping.

Next to him, a teenage maid was holding a bamboo fan in her hand and slapped him in the cheek.

This is the second master of the Song family, named Song Qing, and he is also the supervisor today.

"Brother Fang, come!"

Zhang Chuwu signaled afterwards, and worked with the other person to lift a bag of rice and put it on the square shoulder where he was squatting down.

As soon as his shoulders sink, his square face turns pale.

This bag of rice is probably nearly forty kilograms. If he hadn't had good physique, he wouldn't be able to carry it.

Looking sideways, someone was already carrying a sack and walking towards the warehouse with heavy steps.

"snort!"

With a low hum, he exerted force on his waist and carried the sack and followed him.

Among the dozen people who came, he was the most powerful in physique, so he could not drag him back at this time.

Unloading, carrying, and entering the warehouse...

A 40-kilogram rice bag needs to be moved by nearly 300 steps, but it is still not suitable for the bumpy roads of the car.

This job is not easy at all!

Fang Zheng, who had been so hardworking for the first time, was already complaining in his heart.

My muscles began to ache.

Sweat even slid down along the hair, even blurring the eyes.

The others were obviously much thinner than him, but they didn't look that hard.

"Don't use brute force, bend over and resist. When you walk, you can slid forward a little, so that you can save some effort."

Zhang Xiaoliu just took a bag and walked towards him. He was not in a hurry to work now, so he came to Fang Zheng to teach his experience.

"Thank you."

Fang Zheng tried to move his lower body slightly, and found that he was a little relaxed.

"Six son, don't be idle."

Zhang Chuwu, who was behind, raised his voice: "Hurry up, the master is watching, and he still wants to cheat, right?"

"no!"

Xiao Liuzi hurriedly shouted: "I think Brother Fang is not exerting force well, so I can help him adjust."

"Then you have adjusted it now?"

Zhang Chuwu snorted: "Why don't you just carry it on?"

"knew!"

Xiao Liuzi sighed helplessly and walked backwards with his face.

"Brother Fang."

Zhang Chuwu carried a sack and followed Fang Zheng, saying, "If you feel tired, just take a rest, it's okay."

After these words, Xiao Liuzi had no objection, and some people's expressions were not very good-looking.

The work here is not distributed according to work. The amount of work is the same as the amount of work. If you have to rest, it means that the other person has to do more.

And, there won't be more money!

No one wants to support others with their own work.

"Need not."

Fang Zheng saw the changes in the faces of the others, so he shook his head: "I can do it."

"Then you take it easy."

Zhang Chuwu was not willing to persuade him anymore, so he told him to continue transporting the goods.

Shen Shi.

Accompanied by a shout, Fang Zheng, exhausted, collapsed softly in the corner of the wall.

He gasped for a while, reached out and gently lifted the clothes on his shoulders, and a burst of pain surged up.

Without looking, he could guess that his shoulders had been worn out.

Not only the left shoulder, but also the right shoulder!

The thighs were shaking back and forth like cramps. If you move a little, you will feel a pain.

The Five Insect Temple in the belly rebelled early.

"The meal is coming!"

The shouts sounded again, and two buckets of white porridge and three trays of mixed bread were carried out by several people.

Fang Zheng's eyes lit up, and he ignored the pain in his body and surrounded him with the others.

The black dough cake is dry and slag-free, and has a very bad taste.

The brown rice porridge is stewed so much, but it doesn’t look very clean. There are still yellow grass paths on the surface of the porridge bucket that fall at some point.

But at this time, no one cares about this.

Six pieces of bread and four large bowls of brown rice porridge.

Fang Zheng never thought that one day he would be able to eat so much food in one meal!

And it's still so unpalatable.

"After eating, rest, and then do it."

Zhang Chuwu rubbed his arms while walking in front of several people: "There are still a lot of goods on the boat, so it's best to finish moving before dark."
To be continued...