"They don't seem to kill pigs like that?"

"That's definitely not going to happen, you can't miss the owner's business, but, after they tossed so much for a few years, killing pigs and sheep is amazing, once my Lao Luo and Chef Lei competed, just five minutes, and the two live pigs were cleaned up, and Mrs. Zhilu also rewarded the two. ”

"Five minutes...... Such a powerful ......" Zhao Yuan had an incredible expression on his face. He stayed in the east courtyard every day, almost every other day, he had to kill pigs and sheep, sometimes, he had to kill several a day, naturally he knew that killing a pig would take at least half an hour.

"Hehe, what is this, in the East Courtyard, there is half a year of idleness, everyone is idle and has nowhere to do anything, they will find some fun, just like an axe, there is nothing to chop flies; my old Luo, boring to toss pigs and sheep; when the iron ox has nothing to do, he will move the grain with a group of porters, six or seven hundred catties of grain, carry it to the warehouse, and then throw it up one by one, whoever carries more and throws it fast, who is the first place. ”

"Six or seven hundred catties ......" Zhao Yuan gasped.

"Ha Luha, our porters here are all relying on strength to eat, who doesn't have a brute strength, carrying three or five hundred catties, it's commonplace, you go to the granary to see if you know the way, huh...... You have to eat before you see it. ”

"For what?"

"They are usually not in a hurry, only when they have a lot of work or are about to eat, they will hurriedly do all the work, just like my Lao Luo, there are many people who eat, he is like suddenly taking medicine, the thief is fast, and now he is about to eat, I don't believe you go to the No. 9 granary to see." ”

"Uh-huh. ”

Zhao Yuan ran to the busy No. 9 granary.

In recent times, the busiest part of Wanjiadongyuan is the granary, because there will be many tenants pulling grain to pay rent every day, in addition to collecting rent, some farmers with land and some large families will also sell excess grain to Wanjia.

At the place of the No. 9 granary, there are still many ordinary people pulling carts waiting in line.

Although there are still two months before the Chinese New Year, it is extremely cold, and in this cold weather, those porters are naked, revealing dark and shiny, steel-like muscles, and are carrying the purchased grain into the granary.

The grain stacked in the granary is piled up, and the height is more than ten meters. Dozens of porters were like ants moving, carrying bags of grain on the top of the makeshift ladder and stacking them neatly, and there were no four or five hundred catties on their backs as Sister-in-law Luo said, at best, two hundred catties.

Just as Zhao Yuan was watching, I don't know who shouted "It's time to eat!", those porters who were not slow and seemed to be slow suddenly changed, and an amazing scene appeared in front of Zhao Yuan's eyes.

The atmosphere became hot, and a group of shirtless men with rock-like muscles began to shout majestic horns.

The porters began to divide the work, and someone put sacks full of grain on one person one by one, one, two, three, four...... The sack pressed down on the porter like a hill, like a mountain on the porter, and then, with his muscles strained as the hunched porter roared all the way up the sloping ladder, which trembled as if it were going to collapse under that heavy step......

Efficiency has become terrifying.

When encountering a place that can't be moved, there will be a black short man who twists the sack bag with both hands, shouts "one, two, three!", turns his body, and throws it directly on the grain pile several meters high.

Zhao Yuan was dumbfounded.

In just over 30 minutes, the winding team was cleaned up, and a group of porters shouted again, picked up sweat towels, wiped them on their bodies casually, put on bloated cotton clothes, and rushed towards the dining hall in a noisy as if fleeing from the famine, and the birds and beasts scattered. Before Zhao Yuan could react, only the warehouse keeper was left to lock the door in the lively granary.

"Xiao Zhao, it's time to eat, why are you still in a daze?" the warehouse keeper urged Zhao Yuan, looking anxious.

"Uh-huh......"

Zhao Yuan left the No. 9 granary in a bit of despair, and the scene just now was extremely shocking. He always thought that the East Courtyard was a group of bitter people, but he didn't expect that there was a hidden dragon and crouching tiger here, but the talent and potential of these people were not tapped and became a means of entertainment and livelihood.

After learning some killing techniques from Zhao Yuan from Gauss, he is no longer what he used to be, and his observation is extremely sharp, and he can get inspiration from ordinary things and improve himself......

As soon as he inquired, Zhao Yuan knew that the short, dark middle-aged man was the iron ox in Luo's sister-in-law's mouth, and he was a long-term worker in the Wanjia family. In fact, most of those porters are short-term workers, who go home to farm when they are busy, and go to thousands of homes to help when they are slack, earning a little extra money to subsidize their families.

In Wanjia, the status of long-term and short-term workers is extremely different.

Usually, short-term work is settled on a daily basis, and when there is work, you will be notified, and when you don't have work, you will stay at home, and your income is not guaranteed.

Long-term work is different, no matter how much work is done, the salary is calculated on a monthly basis. The most important thing is that doing long-term work in Wanjia, most of them are a lifetime, and when they are old, Wanjia will also pay a certain amount of living expenses on a monthly basis, although it is not much, but it is very enviable.

Next, Zhao Yuan would occasionally go to the granary helpers, especially when he was busy, and carefully observe the movements of those porters while helping.

Through careful observation, Zhao Yuan found that, like Guo Axe, in addition to their own brute force, those porters also have practice makes perfect in terms of handling, and the use of brute force has reached the point of perfection, and after brute force becomes ingenuity, the amount of force that bursts out is extremely terrifying, and they are completely different creatures from ordinary people.

The porters were very fond of Zhao Yuan's help.

In the East Courtyard of Wanjia, most of the easy work is helped, that is, some tenants who pay rent, and occasionally help, but no one wants to help with this work, after all, this work is too tired and dirty, without a little strength, it really can't help, sometimes flashing waist, but helping.

Just when Zhao Yuan was absorbing practical knowledge like the sea, Wan Ziyu was also out of the customs.

Wan Ziyu, who had been in retreat for more than a month, had lost a lot of weight, and his face was not good, not as refreshed as Chen and Wan Linger imagined after the breakthrough, but with a blank face, sitting in the hall, holding a book in his hand, but his eyes were not reading, and he was a little unrefreshed.

"Dad, why can't the paper butterfly I fold fly far?" Wan Ling'er held a pink paper butterfly in her hand, and the paper butterfly fluttered in her hand, which was extremely beautiful, but unfortunately, it flew out of her palm less than a few meters and fell to the ground.

“...... Ah, I don't know what to do. Wan Ziyu was absent-minded and glanced at the paper butterfly that fell to the ground.

"Dad!" Wan Ling'er looked angry and disagreed.

"Oooh...... I think about it, it's because your cultivation aura is not enough, and the paper butterfly is a mortal thing, so naturally it can't fly. Wan Ziyu, who couldn't keep his soul, woke up suddenly.

"Dad, is there a way to make it fly far, far away?" Wan Ling'er jumped out of the chair and jumped onto Wan Ziyu's knee.

"Ling'er, don't bother your father, a daughter's family, not doing a good job, all day long doing those tricks and tricks, see how you marry in the future. Chen, who was doing needlework, scolded.

"Mom, I'm a cultivator, 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 cultivation, or, buy more talismans with aura, you can fly, just like your high-grade flying sword, even if it is a faint aura, you can fly with the sword. ”

"Is the talisman expensive?" Wan Ling'er was suddenly overjoyed.

"Expensive, a talisman that can fly, one should cost tens of thousands of imperial coins. ”

"Tens of thousands of imperial coins......" Wan Ling'er subconsciously glanced at Chen, who glared at him and stuck out his tongue.