In a trance, Song Yong seemed to have returned to the first time he went to the construction site of Li Erzhu and Boss Li, and worked hard to move bricks like a livestock.

That whole body of oneself trembled and moaned under the burden of being overwhelmed.

Even the bones of the whole body, the difficult feeling of 'creaking', came back at this moment.

At the same time, the sweat all over his body was squeezed out of every pore on his body under this great pressure.

Then, almost instantly, his close-fitting T-shirt and pants were completely wet.

Let every second of such persistence become an unimaginable great torment.

The above situation is just what Song Yong experienced after returning to the hidden cave in the valley in a plow, and passing through the space-time passage with heavy ingredients.

Song Yong came to the cave, and after unloading the plough of various ingredients, he sent the lone wolf to leave first.

Lone Wolf would continue to live and work in the Grey Rabbit tribe for the rest of the year, and when he arrived, he brought his own skis with him.

The next time I come over, I can ski to the Gray Rabbit tribe first, and bring back a new batch of supplies with a plow.

After Song Yong entered the cave, he did not choose to go back immediately, but quickly lit a bunch of bonfires.

Under the light and warmth of the campfire, he not only took off his sheepskin coat, but also took off his thick fleece winter suit.

Even the shameful leggings on his legs were taken off by him and placed on the dry pyre with the rest of his clothes.

Undoubtedly, the idea of wearing these heavy clothes and returning to the deep city in the summer heat must be foolish.

It's just that in this way, Song Yong's body is much more flexible, but under the low temperature, the goosebumps all over his body came out all of a sudden.

Song Yong didn't dare to be in such a terrible low temperature, there was more delay, and he quickly started his return journey.

The problem was that after he carried the full rattan basket, he already felt quite struggling.

And when he squatted down and lifted the pile of bags in his hands with each hand, the moment he gritted his teeth and suddenly got up, he almost didn't break his waist on the spot.

Enduring the intense pain in his lower back, he walked towards the space-time portal a few steps away.

Normally, this would have been a matter of one or two seconds, but under the astonishing weight at this moment, it took him more than half a minute to do his best to complete these few steps.

Then, the familiar sense of space distortion began to appear around him.

At this moment, Song Yong discovered that it would only take a short time to complete the crossing, but this time it would be so long.

Eventually, after feeling that the distortion of space was completely over, the creature didn't even have time to open its eyes, and collapsed to the ground like mud.

But no matter what, he finally managed to come back with so many ingredients.

And even in the most difficult moments, he didn't think about throwing away what he was holding in his hands.

Because it's not just the food in the foodie's mouth, it's not just the material that can be exchanged for cute little money, and more importantly, it's all the good expectations of his future life.

As long as it's not a salted fish, who will lose their future......

After more than ten minutes of being paralyzed on the ground, Song Yong felt that he had eased up.

The sun is shining outside the window, indicating that it is daylight, and the time when the mobile phone has been updated by the Internet after taking out of his trouser pocket also shows that it is already more than 11 o'clock in the morning.

Song Yong, who knew that he didn't have much time to delay, let go of the rattan basket behind him and stood up.

Even without any weight, Song Yong felt an indescribable soreness in his waist in such a simple action.

It seems that it was just a short moment of effort, and he sprained his waist.

"Damn! As the most important waist of an old man, this key position can't have an accident. In such a muttering sound, Song Yong reluctantly twisted his thick waist.

Fortunately, in the writhing, his thick back pain was indeed a burst of real soreness.

But he can also be sure of one thing: it can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune, and the key positions of his lumbar vertebrae and nerves should be nothing serious.

Now that he was sure of this, he gritted his teeth and picked up the rattan basket and went out to walk towards the Amestole store.

Naturally, in this process, Song Yong felt all kinds of discomfort from his waist, but what could he do, just go to the pharmacy to buy a rheumatism plaster on the way.

The body of the old man, how can it be so pretentious.

More importantly, Song Yong remembered his old home in Hunan Province, his old son Song Jiefang, who was strong in his life.

In Song Yong's childhood memories, because of the heavy farm work in the countryside, Song Jiefang often yelled at his mother about low back pain when he was less than forty years old.

But after yelling, he just put a plaster or a few plasters on his waist and continued to go out to work.

Because what he has on his shoulders is the burden of a family.

Song Yong didn't understand this kind of truth before, but at this moment, Song Yong, who was enduring the discomfort in his waist, was sweating profusely walking on the trail down the mountain in the park, and now he can fully understand everything.

Men can secretly cry out for pain, but after they are done, they can do whatever they want!

It took twice as long as usual for Song Yongcai to arrive at the store.

When she walked into Amesto's store, Sister Amei sat on the counter as usual, holding her mobile phone and watching various TV series that would never end with her slender fingers, which were estimated to have just done a nail art.

Instead of saying hello, she didn't wait for Sister Amei, who was fascinated by her mobile phone, to reply.

Song Yong went straight into the kitchen in the middle of the store, threw all the contents of the rattan basket into the freezer, and when the contents of the rattan basket were finished, the huge freezer was occupied by most of it.

Subsequently, Song Yong walked into the storefront.

Originally, he planned to take out a large bottle of Dongpeng Special Drink from the refrigerator, but after hesitating for a while, he still chose the canned Red Bull.

After pulling the ring open, Song Yong drank half of it in one go.

It's not that he's hypocritical now, and he can't finish such a small can of a few hundred milliliters of drink in one go, but he thinks that if he drinks it in one sip, it won't seem a bit wasteful.

I don't know if it's because it's more expensive, but he thinks Red Bull seems to taste better.

(Dongpeng's manufacturers have seen it, between the reasons why you don't give advertising money, and now your old rivals have appeared; you don't know how much loss has been caused because of your instigation)

When he took out six yuan of change from his trouser pocket and handed it to Sister Amei, he had time to ask about the things he was most concerned about.

"Sister Amei, I asked my second brother to help me ask Director Zhao to come out for dinner, I don't know what the result is. ”

After hearing this, the expression on Sister Amei's face immediately looked a little unnatural.

His mouth squeaked and said, "I don't know about this matter, why don't I send you his phone number and ask him on your own phone?"

It's a pity that when such an obviously abnormal expression appeared, Song Yong was sipping the remaining half bottle of drink with his head held high, feeling the good taste of the modern drink.

For a moment, I didn't notice Sister Amei's expression at all.

Even the hesitation and struggle in Sister Amei's tone were not noticed at all.

Instead, after reluctantly drinking Red Bull, he replied: "Okay then! You send me the phone, and I'll call later." ”

After saying that, the goods took the empty rattan basket and walked back to the simple house in the park.

He had to continue to experience that kind of torment just now.

When he was walking on the road, there was a new message on his mobile phone in the vibration, and Song Yong took out his mobile phone and saw that it was Sister Amei who sent the number of Second Brother Ma.

Without even thinking about it, he clicked on the call of the number of choices.

The phone was connected after ringing for more than 20 seconds, and I didn't know what Second Brother Ma was doing there, but I could faintly hear the sound of mahjong colliding and the wanton laughter of women.

In such an environment, Second Brother Ma hurriedly said:

"I have something to do now, so I'll make a long story short, the matter of calling Director Zhao out for dinner has been said, and the time is set for tomorrow night, after you arrange the location, just send a message to tell me." ”

Then, Second Brother Ma on the other end of the phone hung up the phone in a hurry, and the whole call was orderly for less than ten seconds.

It's just that this short phone call solved the worry in Song Yong's heart, and he felt that everything was going well, and even the pain in his waist was a little lighter.