Chapter 141: Moving bricks (3)

In the backyard of the church, there were trucks to transport the bricks. They

needed to put the bricks in the trolley, and then move from the trolley to the

designated location and stack them.

Life is not difficult, but tired. And now it's noon, the Mediterranean

climate, the summer is hot and dry, and the sun is hot.

Italy is a little better than some domestic construction sites, but it is

normal to be exposed to the sun when moving bricks, and it is very disgraced.

It's okay to move a few dollars, but obviously, there are two full trucks in

the backyard!

With such a large amount of work, can she really complete such a delicate

female artist Xia Siyu?

Sure enough, before the program team asked questions, the pastor of the church

over there was a little confused: "Can you?"

Although the audience didn't know Italian, they probably understood the

meaning of his puzzled and embarrassed eyes.

Bo Yan also glanced at her, and Xia Siyu nodded vigorously, afraid that he

would not believe it, and rolled up his sleeves to show the muscles on his

arms.

If she didn't sneeze afterwards, the credibility of this action would be a

little bit high.

The priest shook his head, then left, and the two officially started to work.

Xia Siyu jumped into the car first and handed it out piece by piece, then Bo

Yan caught it, put it in the cart, and the two pushed it together again, and

the code was good.

Many netizens who watched the live broadcast were really prepared to take a

loan and watch the show. But seeing her jumping up and down, she worked very

hard when pushing the cart, and did not act lazily. The sun is hot, at one

o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is above the head. It's summer again, and

the subtitle team also posted the temperature intimately in the later stage:

the temperature in Italy is 35 degrees, and the surface temperature exceeds

40.

In such a hot weather, the two of them were soaked in sweat within a few

rounds.

Although there are no domestic concrete mixers roaring, cement trucks and

shovel trucks coming in and out, but after all, they are repairing,

scaffolding, masons, and lime cement. Wearing a mask, I feel the dust blowing

on my face.

Bo Yan didn't care about himself, he was a man, and he was physically stronger

than a girl. Moreover, his parents passed away since he was a child in Bo's

family. Although he had no worries about food and clothing, he also suffered a

lot. When he was young, his grandfather sent him to learn martial arts and

sports, and he also sweated under the sun.

He was worried about Xia Siyu.

As soon as he saw two trucks of bricks, he still thought, if Xia Siyu couldn't

hold on, it would be fine for him to clean up by himself.

What's rare is that Xia Siyu really does things with ulterior motives. When he

carried the cart himself, he felt that she was really struggling behind.

The two worked dullly for more than an hour. During the break, they added a

little more water to avoid heatstroke and fainting. When Xia Siyu was resting,

she took off her gloves. The camera lens can obviously take pictures, and

several blisters formed on her white palms.

Xia Siyu poked a little, it should be a bit painful, but she said nothing, and

continued to put her gloves on, pretending to be nothing, drinking water to

rest.

Bo Yan saw it next to him, and his brows wrinkled slightly. When she continued

to work, Bo Yan walked up to her first and stopped her: "Go and rest."

Xia Siyu glanced at him suspiciously, Bo Yan did not stop, only gave her a

back view: "This was originally a man's business."

In the next second, Xia Siyu quickly walked a few steps and walked side by

side with him: "Sorry, women are fine."