Unknowingly, Song Yong was already on the construction site and survived six days.

After such an amazing feat is said, don't say that it will make those gods who are paralyzed in the Sanhe talent market and the surrounding areas hard to believe.

In fact, even Song Yong lies on the hardboard shelf bed every night, and every time he thinks about it, he feels a little unreal.

On the verge of giving up countless times, he gritted his teeth and survived.

Especially the next day, when Song Yong got up early in the morning.

Because of the overload of heavy physical labor the day before, Song Yong's body that he didn't know how long and did not move like this directly strained his muscles in many places.

The severe soreness all over his body made it even difficult for him to get out of bed.

At that moment, Song Yong wanted to be paralyzed in bed like this, and he lay down until the end of this world.

But before all the migrant workers in the entire shed got up, Song Yong still struggled to get up.

In order to do this, he secretly gave himself a few slaps in the face, because he knew that the city did not believe in tears and weakness.

After that, the whole day of work, every process of shouldering and carrying was a painful torment for the poor young man.

What makes him even more painful is that in this way, the work efficiency has slowed down irrepressibly.

What he didn't expect was that after learning the reason, Lao Liu and the others didn't say anything ugly.

Instead, he silently accelerated the movements in his hands, and took on Song Yong's work one by one.

That night, Lao Liu was still holding a bottle of miscellaneous brand of safflower oil, rubbing Song Yong's back and limbs red, making the whole shed filled with a pungent smell of peppermint oil.

I don't know if it's because the effect of safflower oil is good, or if Song Yong has recovered his physical fitness at his peak in the primordial era plane before, and his recovery power is originally quite good.

Or, the combination of the two is amazing.

In short, after a good night's sleep, Song Yong, who woke up again, felt much more relaxed.

Then, day after day, the young man gradually became accustomed to the intensity of such labor, and the work that had once been extremely difficult for him gradually became easier......

That night, take the laundry detergent and change your clothes and wash them all.

Song Yong, who was stepping on flip-flops and drying clothes at will, walked towards the location of the shed with a relaxed face.

No matter how difficult things you think are, as long as you stick to the hardest preliminary time, you will find that it is not as difficult as you think.

The above point is the most real idea of Song Yong, the former Sanhe god, at this moment.

During the daytime today, he and Lao Liu and a few others moved steel bars for a day, and in comparison, the intensity of work was even greater than that of the previous days.

Even so, Song Yong, who was gradually accustomed to work, didn't feel how hard it was.

After a hard day's work, he was not as tired as before, and after barely finishing the wash, he immediately lay on the bed and didn't want to move.

With the joy brought by the good change, Song Yong planned to return to the shed for a trip and then go out for a walk outside the construction site.

Song Yongcai pushed open the door of the hidden room of the shed, and immediately there was a choking puff of smoke, blowing in the wind of the electric fan.

In this regard, Song Yong did not feel any surprise at all.

In this shed, which was only about 20 square meters in size, there were six high and low shelf beds, and there were a total of 12 migrant workers, crammed into such a large place.

When it comes to the rest time in the evening, it is naturally very lively.

And for Song Yong, who has experienced the plane of the primitive era and has such a harsh living environment, the living environment in front of him has actually made him feel quite good.

The problem is that after seeing the situation in the shed, Song Yong was a little surprised.

There were far more people in the shed today than usual, and there were nearly twenty people around an old square table in the middle of the shed.

Lao Liu and a few other older workers are not in the room now.

The rest of the younger workers, not a single one of them were gathered around the table, and there were also a number of migrant workers who lived in the shack next door.

Regardless of the summer heat that has not yet subsided, they can be crowded in such a small environment, and naturally there is something that fascinates them.

Even if he is far away, Song Yong, who is also a familiar hand, can see at a glance that these guys are fighting bulls.

The so-called bullfighting is actually a way to play poker.

Originally, there was nothing wrong with playing poker like this, but often the money involved in the process was a great vice......

Seeing Song Yong pushing the door in, a man in his thirties was sitting in the village, and suddenly shouted in his mouth:

"Mule, do you want to play two together, you have a lot of firepower and good luck, maybe you can win a lot tonight." ”

This guy in the village is called Zhang Guangcai, and he is a safety technician on the construction site.

After dealing with each other for so many days, it can be regarded as Song Yong's nickname that is not very popular.

After being invited by the other party, Song Yong immediately became excited, mainly because the nights of the past two days were too boring.

The first few nights were good, but Song Yong, who was tired and became a dead dog during the day, would fall asleep as soon as he hit the pillow, and he didn't have the heart to think about any nightlife.

But after getting used to it in the past two days, Song Yong, who even had to swipe his mobile phone, really felt that it was so difficult to endure the long night.

Now, after someone asked him to play a few bullfights together, where can he still hold himself.

Without thinking, he walked towards the crowd around the table.

It was only after taking a few steps that he suddenly realized:

At this moment, his fanatical appearance is not the slightest difference from the rotten appearance in Sanhe;

After realizing this, Song Yong's body just rushed through the cold shower, and he sweated like pulp for a while.

"No! Song Yong suddenly stopped his steps and roared hard in his heart.

At this moment, the expression on his face even began to become hideous and distorted, which startled Zhang Guangcai, who had been secretly paying attention to him.

I secretly said in my heart: "Could it be that this kid is a psychopath? ”

Just when he was in doubt, the hideous expression on Song Yong's kid's face disappeared, as if everything before was an illusion.

And the young man in front of him said shyly: "Zhang Gong is embarrassed, I just remembered that I have no money on me." ”

The desire to kill pigs suddenly made Zhang Guangcai forget the scene just now, and he said enthusiastically: "It's okay! Just take 2,000 yuan from me and pay me a salary." ”

"No! I don't know much about this, so let's play with you. Song Yong replied like this, and quickly climbed onto his top bunk bed.

Soon, there was a soft snoring sound.

Seeing this, Zhang Guangcai had to temporarily give up his plan.

For him, it's just a matter of pulling this kid into the game next time, and it's great to let this kid out with some water first, so that this kid can win a little bit, and like young people now, how many people can refuse such a temptation.