Lu Jing felt that these two bags of corn weighed only forty or fifty kilograms at most, because he was not the first day of being a porter. On weekdays, the weight of 200 kilograms was pressed on his shoulders. Although he would not immediately press him down, he would never be as relaxed as he is now.

Could Lu Jing's first reaction be that there is something wrong with this batch of goods? He has been making a living at the dock for a while and has heard that some unruly boat trips would do something privately about the grain they carry, but they are generally limited to things like using Chen to fill the new. It would be too blatant to lose eighty kilograms of corn in a bag of corn.

Moreover, Lu Jing looked up and observed the other porters who were carrying goods around him, but he did not see any surprise on their faces. Except for Niu Jiu, each of them still carried three or four bags of corn.

It was strange. Lu Jing couldn't figure it out, but he did feel that he still had a lot of energy, so he hesitated and said, "Or... add another bag?"

The two porters didn't say anything when they heard this, and then carried another bag of corn on Lu Jing's back.

As a result, Lu Jing still felt that the new bag of corn weighed only twenty or thirty kilograms. As he carried the third bag of corn, Lu Jing discovered another thing, that is, the swelling and pain in the dantian that had been bothering him before had been relieved a lot, and this time he was finally sure that this was not an illusion.

So Lu Jing asked the two porters to help add another bag of corn, and this time the two of them also showed a look of surprise on their faces.

They were not familiar with Lu Jing, but they still had some impression of it at the same dock to make a living. They knew that this young man usually had a weight of more than 200 kilograms, and he might be able to carry three bags of corn, but four bags were obviously beyond his ability.

One of them couldn't help but persuade him, "Don't show off, boy."

"It's okay, I still have more energy. Lu Jing replied.

He told the truth, but he was overestimated no matter how he heard it in the ears of the two porters. However, the three of them were not familiar with each other. Since Lu Jing was determined to act alone, the other two had no reason to hold him. They just had some idea of ​​watching jokes in their hearts, and they put the fourth bag of corn on Lu Jing's shoulders together.

As a result, the boy's body didn't even shake for a moment. Lu Jing blinked and said directly this time, "Let's have two more bags."

The two porters all changed their complexion. Lu Jing now had four bags of corn on his back, and two more bags were six bags, six hundred pounds. Even Niu Jiu was afraid that this weight would not be able to bear. However, they did not seem to be joking when they saw Lu Jing, and the boy did not look like he was having any difficulty at this moment.

So the two gritted their teeth and brought two bags of corn. At this time, the other porters in the cabin also noticed what was happening here one after another and involuntarily stopped the movements at hand. Lu Jing actually felt that he still had the strength to carry another bag, but unfortunately the six bags of corn on his back were already piled up high enough, and no matter how high his hands could not protect him.

So he didn't say anything else, and walked out of the cabin in a crowd of astonished eyes, carrying 600 kilograms of corn on his back, but Lu Jing's feet were almost completely unaffected. He felt that his whole body was warm, which made people feel very uncomfortable, and the swelling and pain in the dantian in his lower abdomen was almost impossible to detect.

This was probably the easiest time for Lu Jing to carry goods since he became a porter. He arrived first, surpassing Niu Jiu who was originally walking in front of him, and then surpassing seven or eight porters one after another. Until there were no companions in front of him, Lu Jing still kept carrying the six bags of corn to a rice shop west of the city in one breath.

At this time, a gentleman from the Qingzhu Gang was standing outside the back door of the rice shop, yawning while waiting to count the goods and calculate the signing. However, the gentleman in brown clothes and short beard obviously did not expect that the porter would come so quickly. Especially when he saw the rice bags piled up on Lu Jing's shoulder, he was stunned on the spot. His eyes, which were originally half-closed, opened wide, and even forgot to issue the signing.

So Lu Jing had to speak and remind him, "Six bags of corn."

"How many bags?" Although Mr. Brown had counted it, he still couldn't help asking.

"Six bags."

"What's six bags?"

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Lu Jing didn't expect that Chen Chao also had a fellow friend who liked to play with Ma Dongmei Terrier. Fortunately, the brown-clothed gentleman from the Qingzhu Gang blurted out and realized that he had made up his words. Of course, he knew that Lu Jing was behind corn, but he couldn't believe his eyes.

Someone could carry 600 kilograms of corn all the way from the dock to the rice shop. Seeing Lu Jing's appearance, his face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he didn't breathe a little. This really subverted his common sense.

However, he knew that he couldn't ask anything, so he simply put away the brush and account book in his hand, and directly reached out to grab a bag of corn on Lu Jing's shoulder.

"Be careful." Lu Jing reminded kindly.

But Mr. Brown obviously didn't believe that this bag of corn really weighed 100 pounds. He felt that this kid had probably played some cleverness and replaced goods in the middle. If this was the case, the rules of the Qingzhu Gang were not decorations.

As a result, he grabbed the corn bag and didn't move at all. The man in brown did not believe in evil. The second time he exerted force, he simply stretched his tendons. He covered his wrists, looked like he was a ghost, pulled out a long tag from the bamboo tube beside him, two short tags, and inserted them into Lu Jing's belt.

A long tag is equivalent to ten short tags, which also means that Mr. Brown-clothed admitted that Lu Jing came over with six bags of corn, although he still hasn't figured out how the boy in front of him did it until now.

Lu Jing carried the corn on his shoulder into the rice shop, and then went straight to the dock without any rest. He was full of energy, just like a primary school student rushing outside the school with his schoolbag on his back after school.

Lu Jing also realized that something was wrong with him now, and it was second to not being tired. The key was that he couldn't wait to carry a few more corn.

From the perspective of making money, this is understandable, but the problem is that Lu Jing found that his desire had nothing to do with wealth, and he just wanted to memorize it. It was like you worked overtime every day in the company and finally realized that you were not for overtime pay, nor to avoid family responsibilities such as raising children, cooking, and tidying up housework, but just want to contribute a tiny bit of strength to the boss as soon as possible.

What kind of spirit is this?! For a moment, Lu Jing also doubted whether he had moved too many bricks recently and had hallucinations, but his body would not lie. Since he carried the six bags of corn, his waist was no longer sore, his back was no longer hurt, and he also felt more vigorous when walking. He could feel the warm current wandering in his meridians, and at the same time, the dantian was much more comfortable.

When he put down the corn, it was the same as after dinner in the morning. The warm currents gradually disappeared, and the dantian felt swelling again.
Chapter completed!