In the backyard of the church, trucks have already brought the bricks. They need to put the bricks into the cart, then move the cart to the designated location and stack them.
Life is not difficult, just tiring. And it's midday again. The climate is Mediterranean, the summer is hot and dry, and the sun is scorching.
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 will make you look gray. Moving a few blocks was fine, but obviously there were two full trucks in the backyard!
Such a huge workload can really be completed by a delicate female artist like Xia Siyu
Sure enough, before the program team could ask the question, the pastor of the church over there was a little confused: "Can you do it?"
Although the audience didn't know Italian, they probably understood the meaning when they saw the confused and embarrassed look in his eyes.
Bo Yan also glanced at her, and Xia Siyu nodded vigorously, fearing that he wouldn't believe it, and rolled up her sleeves to show off the muscles on her arms.
If she hadn't sneezed afterwards, the credibility of this action would have been a little higher.
The pastor shook his head and then left, and the two of them officially got to work.
Xia Siyu jumped on the car first and handed them out piece by piece. Then Bo Yan caught them and put them in the cart. The two of them pushed them over together and coded them.
Many netizens who watched the live broadcast were really prepared to borrow money and watch the show at first. But I saw her jumping up and down again and working extra hard when pushing the cart, without showing any signs of laziness. The sun was scorching hot, and at one o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was directly overhead. Now that it is summer again, the subtitle team thoughtfully posted the temperature in the later stage: the temperature in Italy is 35 degrees, and the surface temperature exceeds 40 degrees.
In such a hot weather, the two of them were soaked in sweat after just a few rounds.
Although there are no scenes of domestic concrete mixers roaring and cement trucks and shovels coming in and out, it is still repairing, including scaffolding, masonry, lime and cement. Even when wearing a mask, I feel like dust is blowing into my face.
Bo Yan said it didn't matter to him. He was a man and his physical strength was much stronger than that of girls. Moreover, in the Bo family, his parents died 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 physical education, and he also sweated in the bright sun.
He was worried about Xia Siyu.
When he saw two full trucks of bricks, he was still thinking that if Xia Siyu couldn't hold on any longer, it would be okay for him to clean them up himself.
But what's rare is that Xia Siyu really does things with intention. When he was carrying the cart, he felt that she was really exerting force behind him.
The two worked in silence for more than an hour. During the break, they drank more water to avoid fainting from heatstroke. When Xia Siyu took a rest, she took off her gloves. The camera lens clearly showed that there were several blisters on her white palms.
Xia Siyu poked it a little, it should be a little painful, but she said nothing and continued to put on her gloves, pretending to be nonchalant, drink water and rest.
Bo Yan next to him saw it and frowned slightly. When work continued, Bo Yan walked up to her first and stopped her: "Go and rest."
Xia Siyu glanced at him doubtfully. Bo Yan didn't stop and only gave her a back view: "This is a matter for men."
The next second, Xia Siyu walked a few steps quickly and walked side by side with him: "Sorry, women can do it too."
(End of chapter)