At the beginning, the law enforcement gods found it exciting and shouted slogans while carrying stones with the migrant workers.

But before long, they couldn't bear it anymore.

The stone was so big and heavy that it made their shoulders ache and their legs tremble. Their clothes were soaked with sweat and every step they took was extremely difficult.

Although I was wearing gloves, moving stones or holding the hemp rope were both tiring jobs for my hands.

The gods don't have to do manual labor on a daily basis. Even if they practice martial arts or magic, they won't hurt the skin on their hands.

After lifting a few stones, the fairies' white and tender hands were covered with large blisters, and the broken skin was burning with pain.

They wanted to use magic, but they held back when they thought of the ban set for them by the Emperor of Heaven.

Understanding the hardships of migrant workers, the gods’ facial expression management is no longer effective.

Without the support of divine power and magic, the gods who participated in labor with ordinary human bodies became weak and frail scholars.

Beads of sweat flowed down his cheeks and back. The skin exposed to the sun was too white and tender, and it was greasy. The sunburned skin was painful and itchy.

The gods, who just now were handsome and elegant gentlemen, were now carrying stones and staggering with every step, with painful expressions on their faces, just like a few poor young scholars being tortured by a cruel foreman.

The manager couldn't bear to see this, so he asked them to rest quickly and drink some sugar and salt water to replenish their strength.

The gods felt a little embarrassed. They had only worked for less than two quarters of an hour and had to go off to rest. It was really embarrassing.

The migrant workers worked for half an hour without taking a break.

However, the manager was afraid of exhausting the workers. It was easy for an accident to happen when a person who had never done hard labor did it for the first time.

If someone loses strength and falls down while carrying a stone, it could result in death.

So, the manager persuaded and comforted the gods, and finally they put down the big rocks and prepared to go to the awning to rest for a while before continuing their work.

However, the migrant workers were still full of energy, carrying stones and joking with each other.

A young migrant worker saw the law enforcement gods in such a mess and kindly comforted them, saying:

"Gentlemen, this job is a little tiring at first, but you'll get used to it."

The law enforcement gods rested for a while, and when they felt their strength had recovered, they continued to work.

They gritted their teeth and persisted, wanting to see how long they could hold on.

However, as time went on, their physical strength gradually ran out and their steps became increasingly unsteady.

The legs of a law enforcement god went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

At this time, the middle-aged man who looked like a manager came over quickly and tried to persuade him kindly:

"Gentlemen, this job is not easy. It's normal for your body to feel uncomfortable since it's your first time.

Don't push yourself too hard. This is the end of the morning. We'll have lunch soon.

After lunch, you can decide whether to continue working based on your physical condition.

Don't worry, everyone, you will all get paid, it's just a little less."

The law enforcement gods were breathing heavily, looking at the migrant workers who were still working hard, their hearts full of admiration.

They don't care about the wages, they just want to experience firsthand the real living conditions of ordinary people.

What they saw were migrant workers with relaxed faces, happily carrying stones, and they thought carrying stones was not particularly tiring.

However, they just realized that it was too tiring and truly experienced the hard work and difficulties of the grassroots people.

Such tiring work is a rare and good job in the eyes of these migrant workers. It is conceivable that their lives used to be much harder than they are now.

The steward answered the gods' questions:

"The migrant workers working here eat well, have enough to eat, drink sugar and salt water, are paid well, and are given free gloves, clothes and shoes, which are labor protection items.

For them, it was a good job that they were eager to get. Compared to the usual hard work, low wages, and no meals, working here was a blessing.

Therefore, the migrant workers are happy from the bottom of their hearts. They are even happier when they think that the meat dishes they will have today are braised pork and stewed chicken nuggets. "