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With Wang Qingshan's help, the work sped up significantly.
And although Wang Qingshan looked as rotund as a small hill, he was all muscle.
A bag of flour weighed a hundred pounds, and Chen Yu usually found carrying one bag somewhat strenuous, but Wang Qingshan could effortlessly shoulder three at a time.
This scene genuinely left Chen Yu a bit dumbfounded.
The day was no different from any other, the only change being that Wang Qingshan's arrival had given Chen Yu quite a bit of leisure time.
He could even have a decent conversation with the neighbors who visited the place.
In the past, Chen Yu would have been too busy to do more than offer a symbolic response to the neighbors' chatter.
At half past eleven in the morning, Tong Ming sent someone to pick up a thousand pounds of marinated meat.
They also paid an advance and said they would take another thousand pounds in the afternoon, asking Chen Yu to keep it aside for them.
