In the third year of Xianchun, autumn.
The Qiantang River outside Lin'an City is swollen, and the roar of the turbid waves hitting the shore can be heard ten miles away. But at the moment, the foot of Fenghuang Mountain, drowned by the sounds of pounded earth and trumpets, seems like a forgotten corner by this loud noise from heaven and earth.
The handsome goose woke up due to the bad smell.
He opened his eyes suddenly, seeing a gray sky, and the sour smell of sweat, soil, and some kind of rotting plant lingered on the tip of his nose. There was a heartbreaking pain in the back of his neck, as if he had been hit hard with a blunt instrument. He struggled to sit up, but found that his hands and feet were so weak that he felt sore and numb in the bones of his body when he exerted a little force.
"Are you awake? Get up and work as soon as you wake up!" A rough voice blasted in his ears, with undisguised impatience.
The handsome goose turned his head and saw a man in shorts with a rattan whip on his waist, staring at him with triangular eyes. This man's hair was pulled up crookedly, and a few strands of hair on his forehead were stuck to his face with sweat, which made him look a bit funny. But the ferocious look in his eyes made the handsome goose wake up instantly - this was not any place he was familiar with.
He remembered that he was inspecting the welding of steel bars on the scaffolding on the 30th floor. Suddenly, a gust of wind and heavy rain came down, and the scaffolding shook violently. His feet slipped, and he felt a sense of weightlessness instantly. In my ears I heard the exclamations of my co-workers, and in front of me was the ground that was zooming in rapidly, and then... Then now.
"What are you looking at? Why don't you get up and move the bricks!" When the man saw that he was not moving, he raised his hand and was about to whip his whip.
The handsome goose shrank back subconsciously and glanced around. This is a messy construction site.
