Out of an unclear feeling in his heart, whether it was guilt, admiration, or a combination of everything, Hu Biao and others followed their team leader and started to get busy.
But generally speaking, if you take into account the labor intensity and poor working environment.
The most difficult one among them is Lao Yang and Lang Qing, the boy from the sewage treatment plant. They are five netizens in total.
For example, Lang Qing, under the harsh sun, not only blocked his nostrils with two small pieces of rags, but also surrounded his entire mouth and nose with underwear.
Immediately, my breathing, which was originally rapid and suffocated while working, became even more difficult.
There was no way! He had every reason to do so, and it was all because of the load of golden juice he was carrying on his shoulders at the moment.
For those who are accustomed to farm work, a load weighing more than a hundred kilograms is just that, and they can easily pick out two miles of land.
But when it fell on Lang Qing, who had never shouldered a burden since he was a child, the heavy weight almost squeezed his shit out.
In fact, this burden of more than one hundred kilograms is still a small thing.
The key is that the so-called golden juice is actually Xiang, the kind that has just been taken out of an old pit that has been in existence for who knows how many years.
If this thing is burned and poured down while defending the city, it will not only cause serious burns to the opponent, but also cause wound infection, which is almost fatal and incurable in this day and age.
It can be said that it is completely cheap, but the effect is an excellent means of defending the city.
Lang Qing is naturally very clear about the above. The only problem is that the taste of these semi-finished golden juices is too strong.
In comparison, the smell he had to face when working at the sewage treatment plant was nothing at all.
But let him stop and let him rest for a while? Lang Qing couldn't say the above statement.
Why? Because now there are some veterans who are picking gold juice with the five of them, and they are veterans who were eliminated by the second cavalry team of Xuan Ge Camp to which they belong.
Due to physical reasons such as physical strength, illness, etc., these veterans are now incorporated into some logistics departments, responsible for some lighter tasks, and no longer participate in daily combat tasks.
Following Guo Shuai's order to prepare the entire army, they also needed to take action.
So, in front of Lang Qing's eyes at this moment, he saw the old figures hunched over like prawns, staggering around carrying the golden juice.
I thought about how if it were a different era, these people would enjoy a wonderful retirement life.
As a young man, Lang Qing really couldn't do anything lazy.
Finally, on the way to the barracks hut while carrying the once empty bucket, Lang Qing, whose shoulders were swollen, asked a hunchbacked old soldier beside him:
"Uncle Qian, you traveled thousands of miles away from home to guard the border in the Western Region. You haven't returned to your hometown for fifty years. Even burying your bones back home is a luxury. Do you ever regret it?"
After being silent for a long time, the old soldier who was called Uncle Qian spat out two words: "No regrets."
When he said these two words, this old man who was illiterate and didn't know the truth thought of some experiences he had gained during this period that almost represented his whole life.
Hu people, these barbarians marry their own mothers and sisters after their fathers die, and even have sex with sheep.
They are all things that only know how to be afraid and not grateful; only if you scare them and break their spines will they become honest.
Otherwise, as long as they have the opportunity and strength, they will definitely enter Guanzhong and enter the Tang Dynasty.
Not for His Majesty the Emperor whom I have never seen before, not for the high-ranking adults in the government, just for the sake of my relatives at home.
The life I spent in the Western Region seems to be quite worth it!
For this reason, after a while, he said again: "I really don't regret it."
It was also within a minute or so that two sentences of "no regrets" allowed Lang Qing and Lao Yang to grab the final load of excrement and pick it up.
Even these two modern men felt that their waists were about to be broken countless times.
As for the other three netizens who came to pick shit together, although their actions are getting slower and slower, at least they are not on strike and are still gritting their teeth and persisting.
What many netizens don’t know is that they looked like they were pampered and had no work at all before, but now they look like they are gritting their teeth and persevering.
Without exception, they were all noticed by Captain Wang of Xuange Camp, and even Guo Xin and Guo Shuai who were standing at the top of the city.
I have to say that this made them have a lot of good impressions of these people, who were the first and only people to officially join the Anxi Army in decades.
The reason why I say this is that in recent years, due to actual needs, the Anxi Army has gradually added some soldiers with Hu people's blood, but they always feel that they are not their own, a little less interesting, and informal.
In their view, Hu Biao and others had not suffered any hardships, and it was okay to lack strength. These things could be polished off, and what they were afraid of were those who cheated and cheated.
After thinking of something, Guo Xin's heart softened inexplicably.
Facing the white-haired guard next to him, he arranged a few words...
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Thank God, no matter how torturous and painful every minute of the morning's work was, Hu Biao and the others finally persisted until the noon break.
Although it didn't last long, they were finally able to stop for a rest and eat something.
However, under the huge consumption, Hu Biao picked up a bowl of water and planned to take a sip. As a result, his hands shook so much that he almost knocked it over to the ground.
This is the result of severe muscle strain under high-intensity work.
Not only Hu Biao, but also other netizens are in the same situation.
After finally sitting down, when I thought that this work had just begun and it would take two and a half days to end, all of these guys' faces were filled with bitterness.
It's not that they are lazy or cowardly, it's just that their physical strength has reached its limit, and willpower alone can't do this.
Fortunately, at such a time, an angel-like figure appeared.
Team leader Zhang Tiezhu took an old man to a halt in front of Hu Biao and others who were lying on the ground like mud.
While gently kicking him with his foot, he introduced:
"How do you look like each one of you if you don't get up when your superior comes? Remember them all. This is Captain Wang of our Xuange Camp. Why don't you greet me quickly?"
After hearing this, Hu Biao and others were just about to struggle up and salute, when Colonel Wang spoke up, using an accent similar to that of Hebei, and said a piece of great good news:
"From now on, we will all be brothers who eat with a spoon, so there is no need to be too polite.
I watched how you worked in the morning. Yes, no one was lazy! But looking at you like this, I guess you won't be able to do it in the afternoon.
In order to prevent you from being exhausted, I will arrange a lighter job for you these days.
You know how to prepare meals, right? It will be easy if you do. You all go to the kitchen to cook for a few days and buy meals for our Xuan Ge camp in the past few days."
After hearing such a statement, Hu Biao and others had very complicated thoughts.
On the one hand, they felt a little guilty, a feeling of guilt that they were being lazy while letting a group of old men do heavy work.
On the other hand, they felt indescribably relaxed.
After all, the workload of a cook is much, much easier compared to the heavy physical work of carrying rocks, cutting down trees, and carrying dung.
What should I do? Of course I agree.
After convincing himself easily by using the reason that he really couldn't do it, Hu Biao patted his chest and promised:
"Don't worry, Mr. Xiaowei, we are quite confident in purchasing meals. We guarantee that the meals we purchase will leave you with only one word after eating them: Very delicious~"
Hu Biao's assurance, patting his chest, was not bragging, but a genuine confidence.
Because the whole city was mobilized for work, Guo Shuai not only provided food to the entire city's soldiers and civilians, but also changed the previous two meals a day to three meals, and the food was more abundant than usual.
For example, the food for lunch today is something called "soup cake".
This thing is actually a portion of mutton noodles; in this soup cake, in addition to the generous portion of noodles, there are also many large pieces of mutton, which is absolutely real.
It's a pity that the chef's cooking skills were so poor that there was actually a lot of blood foam floating on the oily and turbid broth.
Now that we are far away from the cauldron, the smell of sheep fills our noses and hits people in the head.
However, their leader, One-Eyed Dragon, is now eating his second bowl of this dark cuisine-like food, as if he has never eaten anything good.
Thanks to many years of wandering around, Hu Biao, who was fairly good at cooking, began to think:
"This noodles is good flour, and the mutton is also good mutton. They are all natural and pollution-free things. In the modern dimension, you would not be able to find a place to buy them.
Even if I cook it blindfolded, the food I make will still taste better than this thing."
After seeing Hu Biao's guarantee, Captain Wang said noncommittally:
"Okay! I'll be waiting for your good meals. In addition, you can also ask Mr. Zhou, Cang Cao's military officer, to get whatever ingredients you want. Just say it was ordered by Guo Shuai~"
