"I just said it was uncomfortable, but I didn't believe it.

I have left you two buns in the pot. I will get up and eat them by myself later. Don’t continue to lie on the bed. Although my body hurts, it’s useless to lie on the bed. I will move a little. After I finish selling the buns, I will come to give you a massage, otherwise you will suffer from it and will not be able to relieve it.”

Although Qiao Mu expected what would happen today yesterday, he went into the house and reminded him, and then turned around and went out.

The buns are sold more in the morning.

Most people eat as breakfast, few people eat as dinner, and they have to sell it early. If they go to sell it at 8 or 9 o'clock, most people will go to work, who will still eat your buns?

Therefore, Qiaomu must go early.

I have to start selling before most people go to work.

"Grandma, wait a moment, I can still hold on. I'll get up now and go sell with you."

Although Gu Heng still felt sore all over, he felt guilty when he thought that his grandmother had done the same job as him yesterday, even more than he did. Then, this morning, another person did the job that was no less than yesterday. He couldn't help but feel guilty and struggled to get up and said.

Qiaomu turned his head and looked at it, shook his head

"Forget it, my basket of buns is dozens of kilograms. You are weak now, so don't overturn it. When I save enough money to open a store, you can help you, or wait for two days before you get used to it, and rest now.

By the way, don’t forget that you still have to continue squatting today, and today I have to teach you how to stand and stand in a stance. You have to continue kneading dough in the afternoon. You can’t stop when your martial arts practice begins.

If you really want to work.

Then you go to my house to get some money, go to the vegetable market to help me buy some vegetables, and wash the vegetables when you come back, which can be considered as helping me share the work.

OK, that's it, I'll leave first."

Although Qiao Mu was very moved, he still refused. After all, a basket of buns was worth a lot of money. Don’t be overwhelmed by him. Sometimes it’s one thing for people to be willing, but whether they have the ability is another thing. If they don’t have the ability, they are helping to make trouble.

After saying that, Qiaomu immediately turned around and went to the kitchen, carrying two baskets with one hand, each basket with thirty or forty kilograms of buns, and carrying a total of 150 or sixty kilograms of buns with both hands. Then he hurriedly took the buns out.

This is what she has to do every day.

Already proficient.

Gu Heng saw Qiao Mu leave, then moved his arm again, and found that his arm was indeed weak. He had to admit that what his grandmother said was indeed reasonable. It is okay for him to collect money and hand over buns in this state, but if he had to carry dozens of kilograms of buns all the time, it would be a bit unrestrained.

So I immediately stopped worrying about helping his grandma sell buns, so I quickly got up and endured the pain and washed up, and then started rubbing the sore parts of my body by myself, wanting to relieve it.

However, the effect is actually average, at most I can only say some psychological comfort. After all, he has neither skill nor knowledgeable acupoints, so what is the use?

After he pretended to be useful for himself, he began to go to Qiaomu's house according to Qiaomu's instructions and took out dozens of dollars from the iron box where Qiaomu's house was putting money.

Then he went out to buy groceries with the money.
Chapter completed!