"It seems they didn't do this when they kill pigs?"

"That's definitely not. You can't miss the work of the boss. However, after a few years of hard work, killing pigs and sheep was amazing. Once, my old Luo and Chef Lei competed. In just five minutes, they cleaned the two live pigs. After the wife found out, she rewarded them.

"Five minutes... so amazing..." Zhao Yuan showed an incredible expression on his face. He stayed in the East Courtyard every day, and almost the next day he had to kill pigs and sheep. Sometimes, he had to kill a few birds a day, so he naturally knew that killing a pig would take at least half an hour.

"Hehe, what's this? In the East Courtyard, I've been idle for half a year. Everyone has no time to have fun, and they have no place to use it. They will have fun, just like an axe, chopping flies without any trouble; my old Luo, who is bored, will torture pigs and sheep; when the iron cow is fine, he will carry millet with a group of porters, carrying millet of six or seven hundred kilograms to the warehouse, and then throw them one by one. Whoever carries more and throws them faster will be the first place."

"Six, seven hundred kilograms..." Zhao Yuan gasped.

"Haha, our porters here rely on their strength to make a living. Who doesn't have the strength to carry three or five hundred kilograms is commonplace. You can tell if you go to the other end of the granary to take a look. Hey... you have to see it before you eat."

"Why?"

"They are not in a hurry. They will only rush to do all the work when there is too much work or when it is almost time to eat. Just like my old Luo, when there are too many people eating, he is like taking medicine suddenly. He is so fast. Now he is about to eat. If you don't believe it, go to Granary No. 9 to take a look."

"Uh-huh."

Zhao Yuan ran to the busy Grain Silver No. 9.

In recent times, the busiest part of Wanjia East Courtyard is the granary, because many tenants will take grain to pay rent every day. In addition to collecting rent, some farmers with fields and some wealthy families will also sell the excess grain to Wanjia.

In the Grain of No. 9, there are still many ordinary people holding carts waiting in line.

Although there are still two months left before the Chinese New Year, it is extremely cold. In this cold weather, the porters are naked, showing their dark and shiny muscles like steel plates, and are transporting the purchased grain into the granary.

The grain placed in the granary was piled up like mountains, with a height of more than ten meters. Dozens of porters were like ants moving, carrying bags of grain on top and neatly placed along the ladder built temporarily. There was no such thing as Mrs. Luo who said that carrying four or five hundred kilograms was carried, and at best, only about two hundred kilograms were found.

Just as Zhao Yuan was watching, someone shouted "It's time to eat!" The porters who were originally slow but seemed slow suddenly changed, and an amazing scene appeared in front of Zhao Yuan.

The atmosphere became warmer, and a group of men with naked upper bodies and rock-like muscles began to shout majestic horns.

The porters began to divide the labor. Someone put sacks filled with grain one by one, one, two, three, and four... The sacks pressed on the porter like a hill, like a mountain pressing on the porter. Then, the porter bent down the muscles tightly, yelling all the way up the oblique ladder. Under the heavy steps, the ladder trembled, as if it would collapse...

Efficiency becomes extremely terrifying.

When you encounter a place that cannot be moved, a short man with black all over the body will twist the sack bag and shout "One, two, three!" and turn his body and throw it onto a pile of grain several meters high. As long as the hands on the person above are gently smooth, they will put the sack bag neatly, neatly, with extremely smooth movements without any delay.

Zhao Yuan was stunned.

In just over thirty minutes, the winding team was handled cleanly. A group of porters shouted again, picked up sweat towels, wiped them casually, put on a bloated cotton coat, and rushed to the dining hall like a fleeing famine, and the birds and beasts scattered. Before Zhao Yuan could react, the only warehouse keeper left in the lively granary was locked.

"Xiao Zhao, after dinner, why are you still stupid?" The warehouse keeper urged Zhao Yuan with an anxious look on his face.

"Uh-huh……"

Zhao Yuan left Grain No. 9 in a daze. The visual impact of the scene just now was extremely shocking. He always thought that the East Courtyard was just a group of suffering, but he didn't expect that there were hidden dragons and tigers here. However, the talents and potential of these people were not discovered, and they became a means of entertainment and making a living.

After only learning some murder skills from Zhao Yuan from Gauss, he has become different from the past. He has a very sharp observation ability and can get inspiration from ordinary things and improve himself...

After inquiring, Zhao Yuan found out that the short and black middle-aged man was the iron cow mentioned by Mrs. Luo. He was a long-term worker in the Wan family. In fact, most of the porters were short-term workers. They went home to farm during the busy farming period, and in the slack farming period, they went to Wan family's helpers to earn some extra money to subsidize their family income.

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

Usually, short-term workers settle on a daily basis, and they will notify them when they have work, and stay at home when they have no work, and their income is not guaranteed.

Long-term workers are different. No matter how much work, their salary is calculated on a monthly basis. The most important thing is that when working in Wanjia, most of them 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 much, it is very envious.

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

Through careful observation, Zhao Yuan found that, like Guo Axe, those porters, in addition to having brute force, also made perfect in handling. The use of brute force has reached the point of perfection. After brute force becomes clever, the power burst out is extremely terrifying, and it is completely different from ordinary people.

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

In Wanjia East Courtyard, most of the easy jobs are helped, such as some tenants who pay rent, and occasionally they can help, but no one is willing to help with this job. After all, this job is too tiring and dirty, and you don’t have any strength, so you can’t help. Sometimes you can dodge your waist and help you worsen.

Just when Zhao Yuan absorbed practical knowledge like the sea surface, Wan Ziyu also came out of seclusion.

Wan Ziyu, who had been in seclusion for more than a month, lost a lot of weight and had a bad face. He was not as refreshing as Chen and Wan Ling'er imagined after the breakthrough. Instead, he had a misty face, sitting in the hall, holding a book in his hand, but his eyes were not reading, and he was a little absent-minded.

"Dad, why can't the paper butterfly I folded fly far?" Wan Ling'er was holding a pink paper butterfly in her hand. The paper butterfly flew up in her hand, which was extremely beautiful. Unfortunately, she flew out of her palm less than a few meters and fell 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 looked angry and bullied.

"Oh... I remembered that it was because your cultivation was not enough, and the paper butterflies were ordinary objects, so they naturally could not fly up." Wan Ziyu, who was unconscious, woke up in shock.

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

"Ling'er, don't bother your father, a daughter's family, who is not doing her job properly, and she is doing all kinds of tricks and tricks all day long. It depends on how you get married in the future." Chen, who was doing needlework, scolded.

"Mom, I'm a cultivation. You don't understand, hehe, dad understand, 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 spiritual energy, and you can fly, just like your high-grade flying sword. Even if it's weak spiritual energy, you can fly with the sword."

"Are the talismans expensive?" Wan Ling'er was immediately overjoyed.

"It's expensive, a flying talisman should cost tens of thousands of imperial coins per piece."

"Ten Thousands of Imperial Coins..." Wan Ling'er subconsciously glanced at Chen, who glared at him and stuck out his tongue.
Chapter completed!