Dajun parked the ox cart and hurriedly started to move vegetables into the store. Xiaocui promptly went out to help, but Dajun stopped her, "Don't dirty your clothes, I can handle it."
Xiaocui was slender and young; in Dajun's eyes, she was just like his little sister. Moving heavy stuff was a man's job.
"It's okay, if it gets dirty I'll just wash it."
Having interacted with Dajun for a while, the two had become familiar with each other. Xiaocui really liked Dajun—she thought he was a good person. It was only his leg that had a problem, but whenever she remembered that he was injured while serving as a soldier, her admiration for him grew.
When Zhang Qian saw Xiaocui helping to move things, she hurried out to help, too. With the three of them working, the load was quickly moved. Dajun wiped the sweat from his face and neck, "Is there any heavy work that needs doing in the store?"
