And starlight and you

Chapter 77
The people in front of the steamed stuffed bun shop burst into laughter: "Xiaojian is going to marry a wife! The wife has seen the world in a big city! Open our eyes too!"

Xiaojian was not in a hurry, but just worked hard. He was going to carry flour, and Xiaojian's mother rushed out again, yelling angrily: "I'm done with work? I keep running outside! Go back!"

The group of idlers laughed even harder: "Aunt Luo, Xiaojian will help the father-in-law carry a few bags of flour, so as not to delay him making a set of wedding furniture!"

"What father-in-law?" Xiao Jian's mother crossed her hips, angrily, "Your son is 'blessed'! Is it your son's father-in-law?"

"Okay, mom is back!" Xiaojian hurriedly pulled his mother away. His mother was tough, and became angry, scolding non-stop, as harsh as her words were!So Xiaojian and his father are very honest.

There is always work to be done, and Wen Lizhou was sulking to pull the flour bags in the back of the tricycle. When he was carrying the flour in the morning, his waist was not very good. Now there are eight bags of flour to carry, and he has to bear the pain in his lower back.

Wen Lizhou grabbed the head and tail of the flour sack with both hands, and was about to carry it on his shoulders with strength, when suddenly his hand lightened, and the flour sack was grabbed with one hand!

The man flicked it lightly, and the flour sack rested on his shoulder.

Wen Lizhou opened his eyes wide and stared at this young man who appeared out of nowhere, so tall!robust!Great effort!

Wen Lizhou was so surprised that before he could ask, the man grabbed a bag of flour with his left hand and stacked it on top of the bag of flour that he carried on his right shoulder.

"This... this is my... flour." Wen Lizhou choked out such a sentence.

"Well," the tall man had already stacked the third bag of flour, "Uncle Wen, where are you carrying the flour?"

"That... Baozipu." Wen Lizhou pointed to the Baozipu not far away. He didn't know who this person was, and he didn't attack him, but he didn't know why he felt that he had a strong aura and was so oppressive. Wen Lizhou answered whatever he asked.

"Where is it in the shop?"

"Then..." Wen Lizhou walked towards the shop, took two steps, and found that the man hadn't followed him. When he turned around, he was shocked!
The man picked up another bag of flour and stacked it up!

Wen Lizhou said instinctively: "Heavy, watch your waist!"

The man's waist is still straight: "It's okay, my waist is fine!"

Wen Lizhou didn't know what to say, and the people next to him who were yelling just now were also shocked by this man!Hey, no one can say that he can carry four bags of flour at once without bowing his back.

Sure enough, your waist is really good!
"...I'll do the rest." Wen Lizhou choked out another sentence.

"It's okay," the man said leisurely, "Uncle Wen, please tell me where to put the flour, and I'll just go back for the rest."

Wen Lizhou walked towards the bun shop in a dazed and nonchalant manner.

Following the instructions, the man put four bags of flour on a floor stand, and then walked to the tricycle.

After the astonishment, a group of idlers who watched the excitement came to life, who is this?Who is the old writer?
The old Wang who delivered the goods saw the man carrying the flour again, he raised his eyebrows and smiled awkwardly: "I haven't seen it, young man! Where did you come from? No... you also like the daughter of the old Wen's family, right?" ?”

The man was carrying four bags of flour, and said flatly: "You can go, and deliver flour to Baozipu in the future, it's none of your business."

Pharaoh: "..."

The man stared at him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were cold. Lao Wang felt that something was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't breathe. He was so congested that he could only hold back.

(End of this chapter)