Chapter 129 Moving Bricks (3)

In the backyard of the church, a truck had already brought the bricks, and they needed to put the bricks in a small trolley, and then move the small trolley to the designated location for stacking.

Life is not difficult, it is tiring. And now it is noon again, with a Mediterranean climate, hot and dry summer, and the sun is hot.

Compared with some construction sites in China, Italy is a little bit better, but it is normal to be exposed to the sun when moving bricks, and it is disheartened. Moving a few pieces is fine, but obviously, there are two full truckloads in the backyard!

With such a heavy workload, for a delicate female artist like Xia Siyu, can she really complete it?

Sure enough, before the program team asked questions, the pastor of the church over there was a little confused: "Can you?"

Although the audience doesn't know Italian, but seeing his puzzled and embarrassed eyes, they probably understand the meaning.

Bo Yan also glanced at her, Xia Siyu nodded vigorously, fearing that he would not believe her, she even rolled up her sleeves to show the muscles on her arms.

If she hadn't sneezed afterwards, the credibility of this action would be a little bit higher.

The pastor shook his head, then left, and the two officially started working.

Xia Siyu jumped on the cart first, and handed them out one by one, then Bo Yan caught them and put them in the cart, and the two of them pushed them over together, and stacked them.

Many netizens who watched the live broadcast were really planning to make money and laugh at the beginning + watch a good show. But seeing her jumping up and down again, she also worked extra hard when pushing the cart, and she didn't show any lazy behavior. The sun is hot, at one o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is just overhead. It's summer again, and the subtitle group also thoughtfully posted the temperature in the later stage: the temperature in Italy is 35 degrees, and the surface temperature exceeds 40.

In such hot weather, the two of them were drenched in sweat within a few rounds.

Although there are no scenes of domestic concrete mixers roaring and cement trucks and forklifts coming in and out, it is still repairing, including scaffolding, masons, and lime cement. Wearing a mask can feel the dust blowing on your face.

It doesn't matter to Bo Yan himself, he is a man, and he is much stronger than girls in physical strength. Moreover, he was in the Bo family, and his parents passed away when he was young. Although he had no worries about food and clothing, he also suffered a lot. When he was a child, his grandfather sent him to learn martial arts and sports, and he also sweated under the sun.

He was worried about Xia Siyu.

Just when he saw two truckloads of bricks, he still thought, if Xia Siyu couldn't hold on any longer, it would be fine for him to clean it up by himself.

What's rare is that Xia Siyu really does things with his heart. When he moved the cart by himself, he felt that she was really working hard behind him.

The two of them worked in silence for more than an hour. During the rest time, they should add a little more water to avoid fainting due to heat stroke. When Xia Siyu was resting, she took off her gloves. The camera lens can clearly capture several blisters on her fair palms.

Xia Siyu poked it a little, it should be a little painful, but she didn't say a word, continued to put on her gloves, pretended to be nonchalant, drank water and rested.

Bo Yan next to him saw it, and his eyebrows frowned slightly. When the work resumed, Bo Yan walked up to her first and stopped her: "Go and rest."

Xia Siyu glanced at him suspiciously, Bo Yan didn't stop, but only gave her a back view: "This is the business of men."

In the next second, Xia Siyu took a few steps quickly and walked side by side with him: "Sorry, women are fine too."