Back to the Past to Become a Fishing King-Chapter 552 - 318 Xie Xiaobao Carrying the Sack

Well-fed and watered, Xiaobao followed Uncle Liu into the workshop. As soon as they entered, Uncle Liu handed him a tattered burlap sack.

For many younger folks, burlap sacks might be a forgotten relic, now mostly replaced by woven bags. Unexpectedly, I found them again in the fish bait production workshop, like some kind of rare antique.

"Uncle, what am I supposed to do with this?" Xiaobao asked.

"Drape it over your shoulder; you'll need it for unloading from the assembly line soon! Otherwise, your clothes will wear out quickly!"

"Huh?"

Upon hearing this, Xiaobao immediately imagined scenes of dockworkers in old movies carrying burlap sacks.

"What do you mean, 'Huh'? In this workshop, everyone has to work. Did you think you were here on vacation?" While speaking, Uncle Liu also changed into an old T-shirt, threw another burlap sack over his shoulder, and sauntered toward the deeper part of the production line.

In the area near the east gate, the final step for the yellow face bait takes place here: two-pound packages are sealed and packed into larger bags, ten packages to a bag.

Then, two bags are packed into a woven bag, which in industry parlance, is called a "set".

Calculating it, it's not that heavy, two bags make twenty packages, weighing forty pounds.

The production line automatically seals the bait packages and then a worker needs to catch the woven bags coming out, which is what the burlap sack is used for.

"Watch closely, there's a trick to this. If you do it right, it's not exhausting!" Uncle Liu called out, walking towards the worker who was still finishing their night shift.

At that moment, Xiaobao wished he could turn tail and run, but reason stopped his impulse. He was already here, and maybe after a day or two of work, he could go back to the city. After all, testing employees like this probably wouldn't last long.

So, Xiaobao watched Uncle Liu take over from the night shift worker and start the loading and unloading work.

The conveyor belt was quite high, reaching up to an adult's chest. Just by bending down a bit, you could catch the falling sacks on your shoulder, take a step toward the stacking area, and with a shrug, drop the bait. Uncle Liu was incredibly skilled at this, not needing to use his hands at all, not even dropping the ash from the cigarette stub in his mouth.

In this way, Uncle Liu worked as if he were taking a leisurely stroll, not flustered or out of breath, making it all seem very easy.

After about twenty minutes, Uncle Liu, while dropping a sack from his shoulder, turned to Xiaobao: "Got it? Once you do, switch with me so I can have a smoke!"

"Okay!" Xiaobao thought it didn't seem tricky, nodded without much concern, and took over Uncle Liu's work.

But watching from behind is one thing; actually doing it yourself is another.

Xiaobao mimicked Uncle Liu, trying to catch the bags with his shoulder, but when the bag landed, he couldn't keep it balanced and had to grab it, quickly placing it on the stack before going for the next one.

Being young does have its benefits, like quick reflexes, but Xiaobao couldn't get it right after several attempts, and had to rely on using his hands to catch the sacks and move them to the stacking area.

One or two bags felt okay, but after less than twenty, Xiaobao's arms were feeling sore.

When one feels muscle soreness, regardless of age, it signals approaching one's limits.

Xiaobao, young and in decent shape, hadn't done much heavy lifting, and his stamina hadn't been fully tapped into.

So, after managing less than ten more bags, his hands started to give out.

"Uncle, I can't lift them anymore, my hands are sore and weak!" Xiaobao knew when to quit. He was lively and accepted defeat without being stubborn.

"31 bags, not too bad! Take a rest for five minutes and then continue!" Uncle Liu quickly took over from Xiaobao, returning to unloading calmly. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Xiaobao, relieved of duty, plopped down on a spot, unconcerned about the dirtiness, and breathed heavily.

Not having to move felt great. The sacks beneath him felt more comfortable than a dragon throne!

"Don't just focus on catching your breath. How do you feel? Any insights?" Uncle Liu asked casually.

"Well, I feel tired! Really tired, my arms are sore, and I can't muster any strength! Uncle, how long do I have to stay in the workshop?" Xiaobao described his feelings and also inquired about his stay.

"It's only your first official day in the workshop, and you're already thinking of leaving? Where to? Home? If you've decided to go home, I'll call Xiao Zhang. As long as he nods, you can leave now!

But if you want to return to the company, I doubt it. I can't decide that, it depends on your performance, attitude, and what you've gained from the work!" Uncle Liu continued unhurriedly.

"I'm not going home, I'm not going home! I still want to learn fishing from Brother Yang!" For a moment, Xiaobao hesitated, but his pride kept him from nodding and pushing through.

Seeing Xiaobao shake his head, Uncle Liu continued: "What seems simple is often not! This is the first lesson I'm teaching you at the factory!

I don't know much about fishing, but the principle is the same! Like just now, catching the bags with your shoulder, I could do it perfectly with my eyes closed, believe it or not?"

"I believe you! You must've practiced that move for a long time; didn't realize it'd be so hard, impressive!" Xiaobao chimed in, offering compliments again.