Chapter 41 ice cart

"Night of the Sun" Part 2 It was a hot noon on a ninety-eight-degree summer day, and two wheelbarrows were parked by the side of a road poured with asphalt for expensive motorcycles to slip and speed silently. Both coachmen are resting in the shade of a tree beside the road: this shade is not here for them. The car was loaded with artificial machine-made ice just shipped from the ice factory. The white brick-shaped cubes were arranged in several cattail bags lined with hay. Some of the ice cubes melted by the heat of the sun had soaked the cattail bags. The exterior of the yellow cattail bag has now been dyed purple-black.

Dissolved ice water kept dripping from the car, and a layer of water vapor evaporated by the sun rose from the cattail bag. The air was silent and not flowing at all, and the asphalt road surface had been baked into liquid by the blazing sun in several places.Sitting on such a road is not so much a rest as a labor. The sweat on the coachman's face kept flowing, and the melted ice on the car dripped from time to time. Some people need ice because it is hot, and some people sweat because they need ice in hot weather.But it is not the only one who enjoys the coolness and sweat of the ice.Those who enjoy the coolness do not sweat, and those who sweat do not enjoy the coolness of the ice.

The balance on the scales of the universe is tipped, and big shifts are at hand. The water dripping from the car has already stained the ground. "Let's go, we have to hurry back to have lunch!" said a coachman. The other one stood up without opening his mouth and pulled the skirt of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face. The two wheelbarrows squirmed forward again under the push of manpower. In the ninety-eight-degree weather, the scorching sun shone on the road without any shelter, and sweating would not stop no matter what. There are two eyebrows on your eyes, which are used to cover your sweat from labor so as not to hinder your vision.Some people may not know the use of this, but the two coachmen know it all too well.In addition to the eyebrows, they added a brown stalk made of brown hair on the forehead like the poet's laurel wreath.

Sweating so much that the eyebrows have lost their usefulness.A large amount of sweat drenched the eyebrows and dripped from the eyelids from time to time, so a brown crown had to be gloriously added to the forehead. Who would have thought that a large part of the human race would sweat so much? Sitting under the electric fan, the elder brother turned on the electric bell and asked the ice delivery man why he hadn't delivered the ice yet. At lunch time, the slippery road was crowded with motorbikes eager to go home and rest, and the traffic was extremely tense. The two wheelbarrows slowly pushed to the intersection, and when they were about to try their best to push across the street, suddenly the police whistle sounded, the police lights on the opposite side came on, and the traffic changed its direction just now.

The two drivers had no choice but to break their legs apart to support the balance of the car body, and they felt nameless anger in their hearts. "This damn enemy is the enemy!" The traffic light across the street shot out his red light at his rate of 186,000 miles per second, and immediately the two wheelbarrows, the two drivers and everything on the street were dyed red. do you know?That which is hindered in its progress changes its color in this way.