Our friendship is a life-long one.
Cheng Enyue rested for a while, and Pei Xu handed him a bag. He turned his other shoulder and said, "Here you can have another bag."
Xiang Chuzhe turned back in shock: "Brother Yue, you want to move two bags?"
Cheng Enyue responded humorously: "I didn't have enough for lunch, so I'll eat two bags."
Pei Xu handed him a bag, smiled excitedly and praised loudly: "The first person to carry two bags has appeared."
The villagers looked at him sideways and exclaimed, "It's good to be young and strong, and work efficiently!"
"When we were young, we also carried bags of fertilizer and manure."
The villagers praised Cheng Enyue highly, which aroused the desire to win among the young men.
Li Xuran rolled up his sleeves and said loudly: "All of this needs to be rolled up? All of this needs to be rolled up?"
Cheng En added fuel to the fire and said nonchalantly, "These two are really easy to move, very balanced."
Song Yifan raised his voice and said, "Two bags, right? Who can't have that?"
Xiang Chuzhe handed him two bags with a smile. Song Yifan hadn't walked a few steps when the bag on his shoulder slipped down to his arm like a loach. He exclaimed and said with a smile, "Help me hold it for a while, hold it for a while."
A bag of slaked lime naturally fell into Li Xuran's hands. "Oh, you are so good at it."
When Cheng Enyue heard the sound, he looked back, his two big eyes full of smiles.
Jiang Lin shouted, "Pei Xu, give me ten bags."
Pei Xu handed him a bag: "Ten bags would bury you right here."
Jiang Lin's smile suddenly disappeared, "I can't have any illusions about your mouth."
Gradually, everyone's fighting spirit was ignited, and the people on the assembly line also worked hard to speed up. The aunties laughed and said, "The tires of the tricycles are all deflated."
Jiang Lin was carrying two bags. When he was near the stacking point, he threw one bag with force. When he threw the second bag, he also threw himself out. Li Xuran shouted from the side: "What's wrong? What's wrong with you?"
Jiang Lin smiled stubbornly and said, "I slipped!" He lay on the pile and stood up with difficulty. Li Xuran teased him, "Let me help you." As he said that, he smiled and pulled Jiang Lin's clothes, "I'll help you up."
Jiang Lin straightened his body and said with a smile: "Li Xuran, you are done. You are in trouble. You actually bullied me when I was powerless."
Song Yifan wailed as he carried the load: "Ah...how many more are there!"
Xiang Chuzhe and Pei Xu each handed a bag to the villagers, looked at the other two heavy trucks in tacit understanding, and sang in unison: "I dare not open my eyes, I hope it's my hallucination."
The sun was setting in the west, and everyone's strength was gradually exhausted. Some villagers could no longer hold their bags and dropped them to the ground.
Jiang Lin shouted with a loud speaker: "Dear fellow villagers, today's transportation is over. I will remember everyone's attendance. Thank you for your hard work."
Grandma Song took a deep breath and said, "Xiao Jiang, we can still move for a while."
"Move more today, and move faster tomorrow. We can't delay your farm work."
Jiang Lin held the loudspeaker tightly and looked at the innocent eyes. They were so tired that they slowed down, but they still persisted. "Working in the city also has different working hours. It's half past five now. It's getting dark. Everyone, go home and finish cooking. We'll fight again tomorrow!"
The villagers hesitated, and only left after Jiang Lin stepped forward to persuade them to go home.
Xiang Chuzhe and Pei Xu sat cross-legged in the car, looking at the setting sun. The sky was dyed with light orange mixed with a little pink, which looked very beautiful.
Jiang Lin encouraged the morale: "We must finish 15 tons tonight. No one is allowed to go back to sleep until one truck is unloaded!"
Li Xuran's eyes wandered back and forth, looking at the piles of slaked lime and the two trucks of slaked lime that had not been unloaded. "I never dreamed that one day I would be involved in a 30-ton transport project! I was really shocked."
Song Yifan joked: "Our friendship is worth our lives."
Cheng Enyue pouted a few times and said jokingly, "I feel like I've been eating slaked lime all day, and it will boil my intestines when I get back."
Jiang Lin looked at the two porters on the car and asked with concern: "Are your waists okay? How about getting off and letting someone else get on?"
The two waved their hands, Pei Xu stood up with the bag, and pulled Xiang Chuzhe by the way: "No need, we have been working together for a day, and we have formed a tacit understanding, and our muscles have memory. We are very skilled at lifting and handing."
Jiang Lin raised his chin, "Oh, so you have a tacit understanding now?"
Xiang Chuzhe said tactfully: "We all have a tacit understanding! Didn't Song Yifan say it? We are friends for life!"
Song Yifan replenished his water and shouted vigorously: "Let's get started!"
Xiang Chuzhe asked: "Brother Xu, do you want to continue in the car?"
Pei Xu patted the lime off his body and said, "I'll continue to pass it to you in the car."
As dusk fell, the winter night fell from the sky, the program crew turned on the recording lights, and the boys' shadows dragged long on the ground.
Jiang Lin heard Song Yifan breathing heavily beside him, and livened up the atmosphere by saying, "Song Yifan, aren't you going to compete with me for the title of tough guy? That's it?"
Song Yifan took the bag, tried to calm his breathing, and said: "I don't feel anything. This is not half as intense as I am in the gym."
Cheng Enyue bared his white teeth and said, "It's too easy."
Pei Xu in the car pointed at the bag and said, "Huh? Come up and try it. I tell you your waist will break."
Xiang Chuzhe looked up and took the bag skillfully. "Just kidding." He smiled. "I'm just pretending."
Li Xuran was at the end of the assembly line. After taking the bag, he walked to the stacking point and sat down exhausted.
Song Yifan turned around and shouted: "Why are you sitting?"
"No, this makes me feel relaxed. I'm not tired!" Li Xuran pretended to be relaxed as he stood up and walked towards them. "Don't you feel the same way when you move things?"
Cheng Enyue said as if nothing had happened: "What are we moving? Aren't we doing fitness exercises to build strength?"
The others all looked at him, and after a moment of silence, they all sat down. Pei Xu said, "Brothers, let's take a break."
The lights were on in every kitchen. They stood in front of the stove, holding the handles of wooden spatulas, stirring the vegetables in the iron pots. The aroma of vegetables and rice blew past their noses in the breeze.
Jiang Lin sniffed hard a few times, "It's not even seven o'clock yet, and I'm actually hungry."
After these words were spoken, the boys couldn't help but swallow.
Li Xuran stood up, holding his phone to record them collapsing on the ground, and said to the camera with a dirty face: "Look, the real tough guys are still standing." The camera turned to face them, "The weak ones are already sitting on the ground."
The camera turned around, and Song Yifan stood up, Li Xuran put his arm around his shoulder and said, "Look, this one is fake."
Song Yifan tried hard to show the camera, "I am not weak! I am very happy now, nothing happened to me."
Pei Xu waved from the car: "Keep working!"
The boys continued to carry the materials. In order to liven up the atmosphere, Jiang Lin asked, "Why are you here to farm?"
Xiang Chuzhe was the first to answer: "The good resources of the company... are not available to me. No one wants this new variety show, so I fought for it." After saying that, he subconsciously glanced at the camera, "Is this something I can say?"
Song Yifan smiled and said, "Can you tell me? You've already said it. I'm different from you. I'm afraid that I'll get bored with filming the web series and lose myself. I want to take this opportunity to temporarily withdraw."
"I know what you mean. I had the same feeling when I joined the crew seamlessly. Actors have to get into the role quickly. I always feel like I'm playing someone else, and I feel confused."
Song Yifan looked at Jiang Lin with great joy, as if he had met a close older brother. "Brother Lin, you understand me so well!"
"I'm an unemployed vagrant. I've only worked for a company since I signed with it." Cheng Enyue looked back in the backlight, every word he said was so sad, but his smile reached his eyes, still so innocent.
Li Xuran joked: "We are all confused. What should we do if we can't afford the ratings of the show?"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked at Jiang Lin.
Jiang Lin comforted everyone: "Why think so much? I know that if we can't finish moving this truckload of slaked lime tonight, we won't be able to eat or rest! This is a big deal!"
Time passed by minute by minute, the boys encouraged each other, and Pei Xu encouraged each other in the car: "Brothers, there is still half left!"
Jiang Lin sat cross-legged on the ground and said, "Don't say there's half left. You should say there's a little left. It sounds less. Give us some hope."
Pei Xu changed his words: "There's still a little left, let's try to finish it in an hour and a half!"
Cheng Enyue proposed a solution: "Let's compete to see who can move the most. The winner will temporarily take the throne of the tough guy."
Song Yifan stretched out his arms and said with a look of unwillingness to admit defeat: "It must be me, you don't have to fight."
Li Xu slapped his biceps hard, "Hey, little thing, you have to call me brother if you lose!"
The moving process began in full swing. They bickered with each other to relieve the repetitive and tiring work. Their eyes were dull with fatigue, but as they passed each other, they kept moving forward with a smile.
Pei Qi and Liu Chunling successively urged them to go home for dinner, but they just said they would eat after they finished moving.
The night was getting colder and colder. Pei Xu wiped his face with his sleeve and shouted excitedly: "Brothers, there are still about fifty bags!"
The young men were energized and their fighting spirit was rekindled. They moved the things quickly while shouting various slogans.
"Brothers, there are still five bags!" Pei Xu raised his hand excitedly.
"I'll have two bags!" Jiang Lin said excitedly.
"One bag is enough. Give others a chance." Pei Xu gently handed a bag to his shoulder, "Go ahead."
"The last bag!" Cheng Enyue took the bag and shouted excitedly, "We've finished moving!"
The young men leaned against the pile of slaked lime with dirty faces, breathing heavily, their eyes as tired as scattered yolk eggs.
Jiang Lin said: "I am very excited now, but I don't have the energy to shout."
Pei Xu bent over and supported his knees with both hands to relieve the pain in his waist. He said in a hoarse voice: "My waist feels like it was hit by a hammer a few times. I can't straighten it up for a while."
"The uncles and aunts, grandparents during the day are so great. They work just as well as us. They are in much better condition than us. We look like disabled people now." Song Yifan lay there powerlessly with his hands spread out.
Cheng Enyue's camera was facing them, "Today, my brothers and the villagers moved a total of 45 tons of things. Now everyone is not feeling well." The camera was facing Li Xuran, but he could only nod his head, "Being a farmer is really tiring!"
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