Liang Jian: I have a canteen

After Xu San put the boxes in place, the other two coolies arrived.

Their pace was not as fast as Xu San and the other man's, and they looked a little tired. When they saw the tall carriage, their already tense faces became even more worried.

There is no way to worry, this job must be done.

The two men took a few steps, stopped in front of the carriage, and began to plan.

At this time, Chu Dazhuang said, "You two take a breath, I will say one, two, three, and then you can work together."

As he spoke, Chu Dazhuang moved between the two of them, ready to lend a hand when the time was right.

This is a box weighing more than 200 kilograms. If you fail to lift it up in one go and it hits your foot, your foot will basically be broken.

Chu Dazhuang paused for a while, about three or four seconds, and asked, "Are you ready?"

After hearing this, the two nodded in unison and were ready.

After seeing this, Chu Dazhuang nodded, and then he shouted, "One, two!"

After pausing for half a second, he shouted, "Three!"

Following this sound, the two laborers worked together to lift the box up.

Fortunately, they had just started working and both of them still had plenty of strength, so no mistakes were made.

After the box landed on the car, Xu San immediately pushed it inside and then jumped off the car.

Although the distance from the warehouse to the truck was not far, a thin layer of sweat had already appeared on the foreheads of the two coolies, and it seemed that they were not as strong as Xu San and Chu Dazhuang.

After taking two breaths, one of them said, "This box really weighs more than 200 kilograms."

"There are still more than thirty, which means we have to move them more than ten times." Another person said with difficulty, "I just don't know how much time the Japanese will give us?" As he said that, he looked at Chu Dazhuang, hoping to get an answer.

Chu Dazhuang spread his hands and said, "I don't know either."

"It's okay, take your time and finish it before dawn." At this time, the little leader of the Black Dragon Society suddenly spoke.

"Is there nothing left to do after moving these?" asked Chu Dazhuang.

"After the move, you just follow the truck to the dock, and then pack the boxes and you're done." The little leader said with a smile, "How is it? This job is easy, right? If you weren't helping a Chinese, I wouldn't have left this good job to you."

There isn't much work to do, but it is really tiring, and if you're not careful, you can get injured.

Although the wages are high, to be honest, several people are really unwilling to do it.

If a few coolies were given a choice, they would rather carry a 100-pound sack than move this thing.

"Mr. Ozawa, it's too hard to move this thing with bare hands. Do you think we can go back and get some tools?" said a coolie.

"No! You didn't take it at the beginning, so you can't go back now. It will take so much time for you to go back and forth!" The little leader who was smiling just now suddenly frowned and said seriously.

"This" coolie looked embarrassed, not understanding why this little leader was so unkind. Since there was still plenty of time left for the construction, why didn't he let them go back to get the tools?

After a round of moving, Xu San was sure that the box must be filled with gold.

However, this gold must be fake, and now it seems that there must be another purpose for not allowing the coolies to go back to get the tools. He can probably guess what the purpose is.

Looking at the remaining thirty or so boxes in the warehouse, Xu San thought that he would probably get the answer after moving them a few more times. (End of this chapter)