The next morning, everyone wove strips of cloth into a net and tied the oil securely to their backs. Si Cheng pulled out a pre-prepared iron frame from his bag, assembled it, placed a large bucket of oil on the frame, and then firmly secured it.

Everyone stared in disbelief as Si Cheng easily placed the brace on his shoulder and strode out.

"Honestly, when they came with such great strength, they didn't even try to help us out." There are always some people who don't know when to step back and think that everything is their responsibility.

"I owe you, I'll beat you up if you keep talking nonsense." Big Bear walked past him, giving him a sideways glance as he spoke.

"Looks like you're carrying too light a load." Yun Zhiqi didn't hold back and threw another ten pounds of oil on him.

"No, Uncle Qi, I really can't carry it anymore."

"If you can't carry it, don't be so sarcastic." Several people around him also looked at him with disdain.

"I was wrong, I'll carry it, I'll carry it." After saying that, she didn't dare to say anything more and could only laboriously carry the oil forward.

“Ah Cheng, don’t pay attention to those people. This world will teach them a lesson.” Yun Zhiqi walked quickly to Si Cheng’s side and said to him.

"Uncle Qi, I just want to do my part for the village. It's only what I want to do, not what others tell me to do." Si Cheng made sure his voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Brother-in-law, we all know how good you are, unlike those petty people who are never satisfied.” These words were spoken by Yun Qi’s younger cousin, who lived in a neighboring house.

"Brother Cheng, from now on you're like a brother to me. Can you teach me how to become stronger?"

"Get away from me, can you be as close to me as I am? Bro, please be my leg accessory." The atmosphere was quickly heated up by a few young people who surrounded him.

At first, everyone was still able to chat and laugh, but gradually they felt the oil drums on their bodies getting heavier and heavier, and they could no longer keep up the joking around.

At this point, Si Cheng taught everyone how to regulate their breathing during exercise. By adjusting their breathing patterns according to his instructions, everyone gradually felt less suffocated.

With Si Cheng leading the way, everyone followed closely behind him, working diligently and arriving at Majia Village around noon, taking about the same amount of time as before.

They originally wanted to continue on their way, but when they saw Majia Village, many people breathed a sigh of relief and sat there, refusing to stand up.

Seeing the scene before them, Yun Zhiqi could only let everyone rest here for the night.

Although the people of Majia Village saw Sicheng carrying such a large oil drum, they all assumed that there wasn't much oil inside.

The people of Pinghe Village said nothing and did not boast about it.

Because of the heavy load, we had to start early and finish late, and it took us two whole days to walk.

Along the way, Si Cheng led the way, with Monkey and Big Bear close behind. Although the others were a little slower, they gritted their teeth and kept up with the pace in front of them, not wanting to be left behind, not wanting to be ridiculed, and also for the sake of their male pride.

When they reached the village entrance, everyone plopped down on the ground, except for Sicheng, who quickly walked to the temporary village office. After putting down the oil drums and saying goodbye to the village chief, he went straight home.

"I've had such a tough time, but I'm finally home." After the villagers helped them put down the oil drums on their shoulders, the young men collapsed to the ground, feeling as if they had unloaded thousands of pounds of weight.

"My brother Cheng is a devil. I felt like my legs were mechanical as I tried to keep up with him."

"What are mechanical legs?" someone asked curiously.

"Legs that only know how to walk, but have no thoughts."

"You kids are so incomprehensible. You think you can think with your legs?" the older generation complained to him.

"That's the generation gap."

"You little rascal! Do you think I don't know what a generation gap is? You're saying we don't have anything in common? You really think I'm old?" She finished speaking and gently patted him on the shoulder.

"Ouch!" Everyone shuddered at the scream.

"What's wrong? I didn't use much force."

"It hurts so much, my shoulder is burning."

When everyone opened his shoulder, they saw that his entire shoulder was red and swollen, with several small blisters on it.

The sight brought tears to everyone's eyes. These children had never suffered like this before.

"Families, take your children home. We'll go to the traditional Chinese medicine shop later to get some medicine for their injuries. These kids have had a hard time this time," the second grandfather said, instructing each family to take their children home.

"Second Grandpa, this is what we should do." Seeing the distressed looks in everyone's eyes, they felt that this trip was worthwhile.

"Dad, Dad!" Before Si Cheng even reached his house, he was spotted by his two siblings playing at the intersection. They called out and rushed towards him.

"Old man, did I hear two children calling for someone? Is someone coming?"

The two little ones have a headache right now: they've just learned to talk, and they call everyone they see "Dad."

"Oh! Whose little darling is this? How did you know it was Daddy who came back?" Seeing the adorable children in front of him, he didn't care about being covered in dust and picked up one child in each arm.

"It's Acheng back." At this moment, Yun's father also heard his son-in-law's voice.

"These two little rascals finally got it right this time," said Mama Yun as she went to greet them.

"Acheng, you're back. Are you tired? Give me the child." She said, taking the child from him.

"Mom, I'm not tired," Si Cheng said, holding his two babies and reaching out his arms to Yun's mother. "Is everything alright at home?"

"Don't worry about the children, go and cook some noodles for your son-in-law first. He must be starving," Mr. Yun told his wife to hurry up and cook noodles for their son-in-law.

Si Cheng looked around but couldn't find Yun Qi. "Dad, where's Xiao Qi?"

“Your Uncle Bing’s daughter, Xiaoqian, cut her hand while cleaning old bricks. She’s going to check on her.”

"Didn't Uncle Bing ask Monkey and the others to help? Haven't the Hou family and the Ouyang family gone to help these past two days?"

"Go away! It's because Xiaoqian was thinking that if she did more, she could save more food for the family. She was working at night behind her father's back, and that's why she cut her hand."

Knowing that Yunqi had gone out to visit friends, he felt at ease staying there to play with the two siblings.

Knowing that her son-in-law would probably be home in the next couple of days, and with chicken soup always on the table, Yun's mother quickly brought out a large bowl of noodles.

"Put the child down, wash your hands and eat noodles first."

Si Cheng was indeed hungry. Although he stopped to eat along the way, he only had simple dry food and cold water for each meal.

Seeing the delicious-looking noodles in front of him, Si Cheng picked up his chopsticks and quickly began to eat.

Upon hearing that the person who had gone out had returned, Yunqi ran all the way home.

As soon as I got back, I saw Sicheng had just put down his chopsticks.