Wuxia: Drinking with Spring Breeze
Yang Ge had never been the greatest in the world. But later, everyone in the realm of martial artists said he was the greatest in the world… PS1: This is a story about friendship, ideals, and reconciliation. PS2: The second place in the world is also good PS3: People strive for fame and fortune, struggling for a lifetime, and finally realize that it's just a bubble
Chapter 50: Millet Porridge
"That's far enough."
Yang Ge led a group of men in blue to the Vegetable Market," he said.
The men in blue, as if they had been granted amnesty, dropped the handcart and were about to flee.
"Come back!"
Yang Ge stopped the men in blue and quickly unloaded the corn from the handcart himself. "Push the cart back, we will need it next time."
The men in blue watched as he effortlessly grabbed each sack and threw it three to four meters away; they all felt tingling on their scalps, not daring to let out a peep.
Those were storage bags that could hold up to 125 kilograms of grain each!
If such strength were used on a person...
The men in blue were so frightened that they stood still, daring not to move.
Yang Ge didn't boss them around but unloaded the bags of corn himself, tossing them as if dropping dumplings into a pot.