A group of people gathered around and stood together waiting to see the jokes, and the gangsters brought a small stove and a fox fur cloak for Lu Wenxiu, and put them on him fawningly, and said with a greedy smile: “Second young master, It’s a bit laborious to move these 100 buckets of water to the kitchen. It’s noon now, I’m afraid I won’t be able to move it to the top of the moon.”