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At this time, the team had already opened the door of the warehouse and beckoned the people to start working.

"Hurry, act quickly, fill the cart outside the door, there will be a cart coming over in a while, hurry up and ......"

When the people heard this, they moved.

The form of the two people is very simple, one person loads and unloads, one person transports, relatively speaking, the people who load and unload are relatively relaxed, and the people who transport are relatively tired, after a period of time, the two people will exchange it, basically to ensure that the workload is about the same, and it can also make the person in charge of transportation a little relieved.

Although the pickle Xiaoer was dissatisfied, he did not bully Yijin Qi, let him load and unload first, and transport it himself.

One catty seven is the nickname given to the old man by the pickle Xiaoer, nearly 100 people are each two catties of grain a day, just one catty seven, don't call him one catty seven, what is it called?

In fact, the pickle Xiaoer also asked the old man's name and surname, but he didn't want to say that the pickle Xiaoer had a bad taste for a while, so he gave him such a nickname.

The old man was not unhappy, and happily agreed.

These things are just some small episodes in the heavy labor, even if the pickles Xiaoer and Yijin Qi are happy in the hardship, they still have to do the work they should do.

Two bags of grain on the shoulder, 100 catties, walk about 120 steps, and unload the grain onto the cart.

Pickles and a pound of seven, a whole morning, I don't know how many trips, to the surprise of the pickle Xiaoer, don't look at a pound of seven coughs from time to time, but his physical strength is not bad, under the intentional care of the pickle Xiaoer, he actually did not work slower than anyone else, which made him very happy, I thought it was a burden, but I didn't expect it, or a good hand.

More than 100 people worked hard all morning, and finally emptied the grain in this warehouse.

At this time, the next cart convoy had not yet arrived, so the people hurried up and watched the soldiers of Daqi reinforce the cart full of grain while eating dry food.

Pickles Xiao Er and a catty seven are also among them, let the coarse dry food be slowly softened in the mouth, and then chew a few times, wash it down with water, sometimes it will make the throat very painful, but no one has a word of complaint, these years, there is a mouthful of food to eat is already the sky is high and thick, who can dislike anything?

Pickle Xiao Er was eating dry food while thinking about how to determine the identity of these Great Qi soldiers in front of him, and before he could figure out a way, the one catty seven next to him spoke first.

"Xiao Er, you say, why are they trapped the grain so tightly? Not to mention the effort, it is still troublesome to unload the truck in the place...... Hey, the roads in this Chang'an city are good, you don't need to be so careful, right......?"

When Xiao Er Pickle heard this, he couldn't help but move in his heart, swallowed the dry food in his mouth, and said loudly and deliberately angrily:

"Whatever! I don't have the strength to ...... it."

One pound and seven listened to it, and inadvertently let go of his voice.

"Don't have the strength to use it, then don't compete with the cart! If you really have the strength, why don't you help us carry the grain......

As he spoke, he pointed to a large car in front of him.

"Look, there's a mark on the grain pocket......"

Before he finished speaking, the Great Qi soldiers who were tying up the grain stopped doing it and glared at him viciously.

"Old fellow, you know a fart! If you don't get sleepy, what should you do if the food is scattered?"

But I didn't expect that a pound of seven years old is not small, and the anger is even greater.

As soon as he heard the evil words of the soldier, he immediately jumped up from the ground and said:

"Young man, if you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of you.

What do you think, the streets of Chang'an are covered with green bricks, how smooth and smooth you are, as long as you follow the rules and regulations, it is impossible for the grain to be scattered

You're working in vain now!"

The soldier was also provoked, threw down the rope in his hand, stepped forward, and stared at a catty seven with his eyes.

"Old fellow, you don't know anything, don't talk nonsense!

The road in Chang'an is smooth, but we have to go out of the city!

You know how many potholes there are on the side of the bridge!?

If I'm not sleepy and strong, where can I go to find the people to clean up the food for me!?"

Look at how deep the marks on the grain bags are! If you are like this, if you want to be flat on the ground, if you are in a depression, you can't shake it a few times, and the grain bag will break!

I've been to the Baqiao side, and it's full of potholes along the way, and a big car like you has to sway!

Be light, at most, the whole bag of grain will fall, how do you tie it, I see that your grain bag is broken, how to clean it up!"

When the soldier heard this, it seemed that the same was the case, and after all, he still asked angrily.

"If you don't tie it up like this, what do you say?"

One pound seven sneered.

"You see, you haven't worked!

What to do?

Whether it's leather or linen, it's under the rope!

Also, the bundle is so tight, no!"

Pickle Xiaoer listened behind a catty seven, and couldn't help but feel a move in his heart.

If you want to go to Baqiao, who is stationed here?

At this moment, the chaos caused by the catty seven attracted the attention of the others, and many of the soldiers stopped working and looked straight at this side.

The team that commanded the people hurriedly ran over, and it was a stinking scolding to split his head and cover his face.

"Old fellow, what are you doing!?idle!?No food!?Troublesome are you!?Don't shut up for me!"

One pound seven is still not convinced.

"I said they were tied up wrong, and I didn't say it wrong, it was ......"

The team's face is black.

"Shut up!"

After scolding one catty seven, he glanced at the grain bag on the cart, and couldn't help laughing, and said to the soldier:

"Are you from General Shang's camp? Hey, such a bundle, when the food is scattered, don't look for us......

When the soldier heard this, he knew that he had indeed tied it wrong, so he stopped talking, and beckoned a few comrades to help him re-tie it.

Such a small farce is in the past.

Pickle Xiaoer couldn't help but be ecstatic in his heart.

On the bridge, General Shang!

After a brief conversation, I found out the origin of this military horse.

In the entire Huang family's army, only Shang Rang can be called General Shang!

Then the grain was to be delivered to his camp.

This information is very important, and what makes Pickle Xiaoer happiest is that such information comes from no effort at all!

From this point of view, this catty seven is really his own nobleman.

Just when the pickle junior was full of joy, the captain of Yonghefang appeared, and he wanted to last light the amount of food.

The pickles are already accustomed to it, but this time the appearance of the captain is very different from the past.

He no longer had the feeling of being on his toes in the past.

Because behind him, there is also a group of people, led by Huang Shanhan! )