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Tian Lin ultimately couldn't find a cool spot to rest; too many workers and too few shades made her settle for a less crowded spot where she could stretch her legs and seize every minute for a break.
No one had a watch, so they all judged time by the sun. Jiang Feng was just sitting on the ground listening to Tian Lin and Xiujuan chat about everyday things when a sharp and clear whistle blew along with indistinct shouts, prompting everyone to stand up.
Work resumed.
Initially, when Jiang Feng heard Tian Lin talk about carrying loads, he thought their task was simply transporting sandbags, but only after witnessing it did he realize "carrying loads" was just a metaphor—they weren't transporting sandbags at all. That was far easier than what they were actually doing.
Xiujuan carried loads of sand and soil, Tian Lin pulled a cart; the sand and soil were so heavy that Xiujuan couldn't even straighten her back. She had to keep bent over, taking steps, trip after trip, non-stop.
