“Um…”

"Um."

Several people squinted their eyes and responded subconsciously.

Fang Zheng let out a long breath, stretched his body, and relaxed himself as much as possible.

This is just beginning, and there is still something behind it.

He said this to himself in his heart.

The sunlight shines, and the men in the row of men under the shadows of the walls are either lying or leaning on them, taking the opportunity to recover their strength.

Under the pergola not far away, Mr. Song Er, who was supervising the worker, was drowsy.

Next to the second master, the little maid was shaking a bamboo fan and pinched her wrists from time to time to soothe her muscles and bones.

The door and door are completely different, and the two are interesting.

"Play!"

At some point, Zhang Chuwu clapped his palms lightly and woke up the confused Fang Zheng.

"It's almost done, work starts!"

"Why!"

"Here you come."

"Put it in, go back early."

The group of people stood up lazily and walked towards the goods muttered to each other.

Fang Zheng bent over, his head wrapped in a towel drooped, looking almost the same as the man around him.

"Be more at ease."

Thanking Zhang Chuwu for his concern, he carried the sack and walked slowly towards the warehouse.

After the pain reached a certain level, it turned out to be a numbness.

Not only is it numb.

Even my thoughts seem to be much slower, and I seem dull, just repeating this heavy work like a mechanical one.

coolie!

Fang Zheng now understands what coolie is.

Why is it called a coolie?
Chapter completed!