"It seems like they don't usually kill pigs like this?"
"That's definitely not the case. We can't miss the boss's business. However, after they have been working hard for a few years, they are very good at killing pigs and sheep. Once my Lao Luo and Chef Lei competed. It only took five minutes to kill both animals.
The pig was tidy, and when the lady found out, she rewarded the two of them."
"Five minutes...so powerful..." Zhao Yuan had an incredible expression on his face. He stayed in the east courtyard every day and would kill pigs and sheep almost every other day. Sometimes, he would kill several in a day. Naturally, he knew,
It takes at least half an hour to kill a pig.
"Hey, what's this? In the east courtyard, half of the year is idle. Everyone has nothing to do and has nothing to do. They all look for some fun, just like an ax, chopping flies when they have nothing to do. My old man, Luo, just does it when he's bored.
When Pigs, Sheep, and Tieniu had nothing to do, they competed with a group of porters to move millet. They carried six or seven hundred kilograms of millet to the warehouse, and then threw it up one package after another. Who carried more and tossed it faster?
Whoever comes first is the winner."
"Six to seven hundred pounds..." Zhao Yuan gasped.
"Haha, our long-term porters here all rely on strength. Who doesn't have the strength to carry three to five hundred kilograms? It's commonplace. You will know it if you go to the granary. Eh... you have to
You can only see it before eating."
"Why?"
"They are usually not in a hurry. Only when there is a lot of work or when it is almost time to eat, they will rush to finish all the work. Just like my old Luo, when there are too many people eating, he seems to have suddenly taken medicine.
It's fast, it's almost time to eat, if you don't believe me, go to Granary No. 9 and have a look."
"Uh-huh."
Zhao Yuan ran to the busy No. 9 Granary.
Recently, the busiest area in Wanjiadongyuan is the granary, because every day there are many tenants collecting grain to pay rent. In addition to collecting rent, some farmers with fields and some large families will also sell excess grain.
To Wanjia.
At Granary No. 9, there were many people pulling carts waiting in line.
Although there are still two months before the Chinese New Year, it is extremely cold. In this cold weather, the porters are bare-chested, showing dark and shiny muscles like steel plates, and are carrying the purchased grain into the granary.
The grain piled up in the granary was piled up like a mountain, with a height of more than ten meters. Dozens of porters were like ants moving, carrying bags after bags of grain up the makeshift ladder and stacking them neatly. Mrs. Luo did not appear.
The said carrying four or five hundred kilograms is only about two hundred kilograms at best.
While Zhao Yuan was watching, someone shouted, "It's time to eat!" The porters, who were usually slow and slow, suddenly changed, and a shocking scene appeared in front of Zhao Yuan.
In front of you.
The atmosphere became heated, and a group of shirtless men with rock-like muscles began to shout powerful chants.
The porters began to divide the work. Someone put sacks filled with grains one by one on each person, one bag, two bags, three bags, four bags... The sacks were like a hill pressing on the porters, like a mountain.
Pressing on the porter, the hunched porter tightened his muscles and walked up the sloping ladder while shouting chants. Under the heavy steps, the ladder trembled, as if it would collapse...
The efficiency has become extremely scary.
When encountering a place that cannot be moved up, there will be a short man covered in black, twisting the sack with both hands, shouting "One, two, three!", turning his body, and throwing it directly onto a pile of grain several meters high.
The people above just need to move their hands gently to stack the sacks neatly and neatly, with extremely smooth movements and no sloppiness.
Zhao Yuan was dumbfounded.
In just over thirty minutes, the meandering queue was cleared away. A group of porters shouted again, picked up sweat towels, wiped them casually on their bodies, and put on bloated cotton coats, just like fleeing from famine.
Generally speaking, they rushed towards the canteen where they were eating, and the birds and beasts dispersed. Before Zhao Yuan could react, only the warehouse keeper was left in the bustling granary to lock the door.
"Xiao Zhao, you have eaten, why are you still dazed?" the warehouse manager urged Zhao Yuan, with a look of worry on his face.
"Uh-huh……"
Zhao Yuan left Granary No. 9 a little lost. The visual impact of the scene just now was extremely shocking. He always thought that the East Courtyard was just a bunch of bitter people, but he did not expect that there were hidden dragons and crouching tigers here. However, the talents and potential of these people
It has not been explored by anyone and has become a means of entertainment and livelihood.
After only learning some killing techniques from Zhao Yuan from Gauss, he has become very different from what he used to be. He has extremely keen observation and is able to get inspiration from ordinary things and improve himself...
Upon inquiring, Zhao Yuan found out that the short, dark, middle-aged man was the Iron Bull that Mrs. Luo called him. He was a long-term worker of the Wan family. In fact, most of the porters were part-time workers, and during the busy farming season
I go home to farm, and during the slack time I go to Wanjia to help, earning some extra money to support my family.
In Wanjia, the status of long-term workers and short-term workers is extremely different.
Usually, part-time workers are paid on a daily basis. When there is work, they are notified. When there is no work, they stay at home, and their income is not guaranteed.
Long-term workers are different. No matter how much work they do, their wages are calculated on a monthly basis. The most important thing is that most of the long-term workers in Wanjia will work for a lifetime. When they get old, Wanjia will also pay a certain amount of living expenses on a monthly basis, although it is not
There are many, but people are very envious.
Next, Zhao Yuan would occasionally go to the granary to help, especially when he was busy. While helping, he would carefully observe the movements of the porters.
Through careful observation, Zhao Yuan discovered that, like Guo Axe, those porters not only had brute strength, but also practice made perfect when it came to handling. Their use of brute force had reached the level of proficiency, and brute force turned into skill.
After that, the power that exploded was extremely terrifying, and they were completely different creatures from ordinary people.
The porters were very impressed with Zhao Yuan's help.
In Wanjiadongyuan, most of the easy tasks have helpers, even some tenants who pay rent, and occasionally help. However, no one is willing to help with the moving work. After all, this work is too tiring and dirty, so there is no need for help.
A little strength really can't help, and sometimes I dodge my waist, but it doesn't help.
Just when Zhao Yuan was absorbing practical knowledge like the sea, Wan Ziyu also came out of seclusion.
Wan Ziyu, who had been in seclusion for more than a month, had lost a lot of weight and his complexion was not good. He was not as refreshed as Chen and Wan Ling'er had imagined after the breakthrough. Instead, he was sitting in the hall with a dull look on his face, holding a book in his hand.
My eyes were not looking at the book, but they were staring straight ahead, a little distracted.
"Dad, why can't the paper butterfly I folded fly far?" Wan Ling'er held a pink paper butterfly in his hand. The paper butterfly flew gracefully in his hand, but unfortunately, it flew less than a few meters out of his palm.
He fell headlong to the ground.
"...Ah, I don't know." Wan Ziyu was absent-minded and glanced at the paper butterfly that fell to the ground.
"Dad!" Wan Ling'er said with an angry expression.
"Oh...I remember, it's because you don't have enough spiritual energy for cultivation, and paper butterflies are mortal objects, so naturally they can't fly." Wan Ziyu woke up in shock.
"Dad, is there any way to make it fly very far?" Wan Ling'er jumped off the chair and jumped onto Wan Ziyu's lap.
"Ling'er, don't bother your father. He's from a daughter's family. He doesn't do his job properly and spends all day doing all kinds of tricks. Let's see how you get married in the future." Mrs. Chen, who was doing needlework, scolded.
"Mom, I'm just cultivating. You don't understand. Hehe, dad understands. Dad, tell Ling'er. Is there any way?" Wan Ling'er said coquettishly.
"It's very simple. You just need to strengthen your practice, or buy more talismans with spiritual energy. You can still fly, just like your high-grade flying sword. Even with weak spiritual energy, you can fly with the sword.
"
"Is the talisman expensive?" Wan Ling'er was immediately overjoyed.
"It's expensive. A flying talisman should cost tens of thousands of empire coins."
"Tens of tens of thousands of imperial coins..." Wan Ling'er subconsciously glanced at Chen, who glared at him and stuck out her tongue.
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