C26 You Bastard

Almost forty to fifty catties of goods pressed down on me, causing me to hunch over. Beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down my face as if I didn't need any money. Whenever sweat hit my eyes, I would shake my head so hard that I didn't dare reach out and wipe it away, because if I lost a hand, the cargo on my shoulder would overwhelm me in an instant.

"Whoosh, whoosh