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In the churchyard, a truck had already delivered bricks, and they needed to put the bricks into a wheelbarrow, then transport them to the designated spot and stack them properly.
The work wasn’t difficult, just exhausting. Moreover, it was midday, with the diterranean climate making the sumr hot and dry, and the sun was blazing.
Italy had slightly better working conditions compared to so dostic construction sites, but moving bricks and being scorched by the sun was normal, not to ntion the dust and dirt. Moving a few bricks was manageable, but evidently, there were two whole trucks in the backyard!
With such a large workload, could Xia Siyu, such a delicate female artist, really accomplish it?
Indeed, even before the production team could ask, the church’s priest was already showing so doubt, “Can you do it?”
Although the audience didn’t understand Italian, they could guess the aning from his doubtful and distressed expression.
Bo Yan also glanced at her, and Xia Siyu nodded vigorously, afraid he wouldn’t believe her. She even rolled up her sleeves to show the muscles on her arms.
If she hadn’t sneezed right after, this gesture might have seed a little more credible.
The priest shook his head and then left, and the two of them started working officially.
Xia Siyu was the first to climb onto the truck, handing off the bricks, and then Bo Yan would catch them and place them on the wheelbarrow. The two then pushed it together and stacked the bricks properly.
Many netizens watching the live broadcast were initially ready to mock and enjoy the show. But seeing her jumping on and off the truck, and putting in extra effort when pushing the cart, with no signs of slacking off. The sun was scorching, at one in the afternoon, right overhead. It was also sumr, and the subtitle team thoughtfully added the temperature in post-production: Italy’s temperature was 35 degrees, with ground temperatures exceeding 40.
In such hot weather, both of them were soaked with sweat after just a few rounds of carrying bricks.
Although there was no noise of concrete mixers or the coming and going of cent and shovel trucks like back ho, they were nonetheless restoring the place, complete with scaffolding, plasterers, li, and cent. Even with a mask, one could feel the dust hitting their face.
Bo Yan himself didn’t mind; he was a man, already much stronger physically than won. Moreover, having grown up in the Bo Family with his parents gone at a young age, he had had his fair share of hardship despite being well-provided for. As a child, his grandfather sent him to learn martial arts and sports under the scorching sun as well.
He was worried about Xia Siyu.
Seeing the two full trucks of bricks, he thought that if Xia Siyu couldn’t keep up, he could handle it all by himself without issues.
But what’s comndable was that Xia Siyu was indeed working hard. He could feel her putting genuine effort into it when they were moving and pushing the cart.
The two worked in silence for over an hour, taking breaks to drink more water to prevent heatstroke and collapse. During a rest, Xia Siyu took off her gloves. It was quite visible on cara that several blisters had ford on her fair palms.
Xia Siyu poked at them slightly, probably feeling so pain, but she didn’t make a sound. She continued to put her gloves back on as if nothing had happened, and rested while drinking water.
Bo Yan saw this and his brows furrowed slightly. When it was ti to resu work, Bo Yan stepped in front of her, blocking her path, “You go rest.”
Xia Siyu looked at him puzzled, but Bo Yan didn’t linger, leaving her with only his back to look at, “This is originally a man’s job.”
The next second, Xia Siyu quickened her pace to walk side by side with him, “Sorry, but won can do it too..”
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