Daming: Brother, there is no future for monks, let's rebel

"Hold me!" Fang Hubin spat twice on his hands and rubbed them excitedly.

This action of his made He Fengyu very speechless.

"Junior Brother Fang, can you correct this problem of yours? It's really dirty." He Fengyu still looked disgusted, and moved away from Fang Hubin.

Fang Hubin looked innocent: "Senior brother, this problem of mine hasn't lasted for a day or two. I really can't change it."

Before working, the behavior of spitting on his hands is based on the impression left by Hubin Qian when he watched his elders work when he was young.

Later, when I grew up, I developed this habit unconsciously.

In the past, Fang Hubin never felt that there was anything wrong with this habit.

However, after entering Huangzhuang and learning all kinds of knowledge in Huangzhuang, he gradually understood the bad behavior of this kind of behavior.

only……

The country is easy to change, and the nature is hard to change. He clearly knows that this is not wrong, but the habits Fang Hubin has developed over the years cannot be changed at all.

Even if someone corrects you and you can control your own hands for a while, it won't take long before you change again.

After struggling a few times, Fang Hubin was too lazy to continue changing his little habit.

Anyway, as long as he is not working, this habit has little effect on him.

It's just that Fang Hubin's approach made the people of Zhoujia Village nod An'an.

"Huh? This monster looks like it's very good at working."

"It turns out that monsters also work. This is the first time I've heard of it."

"The one who vomited in those two mouths is definitely a good hand at work."

Hearing what they said, He Fengyu and Zhang Daxian were speechless for a while.

You guys, just by spitting on your hands, you think Fang Hubin is a good worker?

Do you want to be so hasty?

What frustrates He Fengyu and Zhang Daxian the most is that although the speculation process of these people is very unreliable.

However, the result was incomparably correct.

Fang Hubin is really good at certain jobs.

Under the watchful eyes of the clan elders of Zhoujia Village and a large group of common people.

Fang Hubin first asked someone to pick up a steel pipe.

This steel pipe is very different from other steel pipes.

If the other steel pipes are just suspected weapons.

This steel pipe is simply the sharpest weapon.

On a section of the steel pipe, there are extremely sharp spikes that have been polished.

Light can tell people.

A little behind the spikes, you can still see small holes that appeared for no reason.

Many people could not help but shudder when they saw the hideous appearance of this thing.

Because they couldn't help but think of how terrible the consequences would be if such a horrible thing were stuck on their bodies.

My own blood will flow out along the hollow of the steel pipe, and it can't be stopped at all.

Just when everyone was wondering what this thing was for.

Fang Hubin actually asked someone to stick this thing to the ground.

Then, Fang Hubin grabbed a sledgehammer, swung it round and hit the steel pipe hard.

Immediately afterwards, the sledgehammer of another person next to him also hit the steel pipe.

Then came a third person, and a fourth person.

These people staggered from each other and only stood in a semicircle.

The hammer fell one after another, making a series of rhythmic clanging sounds.

The position of these people is actually very particular.

The reason why it is in a semicircle is because only in this way, in the event of any accident, the thrown hammer will not hurt anyone.

Fang Hubin and the others are obviously not the first time they have done this kind of thing.

There is a great understanding between each other, and there is no problem at all.

Doing anything to the extreme is an art.

Seeing Fang Hubin and the others hammering steel pipes into the ground, the people in Zhoujia Village were a little stupid.

"This job is really beautiful."

"Nonsense, he is a monster, can he be the same as us ordinary people?"

"But isn't that right? Aren't they monsters? It's just nailing a steel pipe, why do they have to hit it with a hammer? Shouldn't they use demon magic?"

"Nonsense, aren't they monsters in the water? When they are on land, they will naturally not be able to use monsters."

"It makes sense, maybe that's the case. If you look at it this way, these fairies don't seem to be anything special."

"But what do they mean by nailing iron pipes into the ground?"

"Maybe it's for acupuncture for the Lord of the Land?"

Zhang Daxian has been paying attention to the communication among the people in Zhoujia Village.

They were now surrounded by people and had to be careful and cautious.

Otherwise, if something goes wrong, wouldn't they die too unjustly.

It's just that Zhang Daxian never expected that things would develop in this direction.

These guys not only believe in the fact that He Fengfeng and Fang Hubin are monsters.

You can even help them figure out some unreasonable things. This kind of operation...

It doesn't seem to be anything special.

After all, Zhang Daxian hasn't seen too many things like making up his mind.

For example, once, Zhang Daxian handled a case.

A scholar named Zheng killed a butcher who was killing pigs.

This may sound shocking, but it's actually not that big of a deal.

Although a scholar has no strength to restrain a chicken, killing people often doesn't require much strength.

As long as the plan is right, if you want to kill someone, you only need to move your fingers.

However, in the hearts of most people, it is almost impossible for a scholar to kill a butcher.

After all, the physical gap between the two sides is really too bad.

It was also because of this that the person handling the case at that time thought of almost all the people who might kill people, but the only one who didn't think of it was the scholar.

However, Skynet was very careful and careful, and in the end, the scholar was arrested for some reasons.

In this case, the most important thing is not the scholar's method of killing.

After all, those of them who have dealt with criminals all year round have seen all kinds of weird methods.

What really left them speechless was the scholar's reason for killing the butcher.

Under normal circumstances, no matter what the reason for killing someone is, there will be some elements of hatred in it.

But this time is different, the scholar has almost no enmity with the butcher.

More than that, the relationship between the two parties is actually quite good.

A poor scholar is not a bad person, but he asked Tian Tian to write a letter home or something.

Seeing that the poor scholar was having a bad life, the butcher respected him as a scholar, so every once in a while, he would also eat meat and the like to help the scholar.

The original relationship between the two parties can be regarded as a good story.

It's a pity that if you are not afraid of bad things, you are afraid of bad people.

When the scholar accidentally told his fortune again, the fortune teller said that others beat him.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have landed one after another.

With the talent of a scholar, if he can pass the imperial examination and become an official, he will be able to become a general and become a prime minister in the next ten years, with power over the world.

Taking the fortune teller is actually just saying something nice, so that the poor scholar will willingly pay for it.

But the listener has no intention of speaking.

The fortune-teller fooled him into divination money, and put the matter behind him.

But the poor scholar recorded this matter in his heart.

After returning home, I began to think hard about who was restraining myself.

After thinking about it, it seems that the only person who has been particularly close to me in recent years is the butcher.

Once suspicion is formed, many things will automatically be imagined.

Everything the butcher does, in the eyes of the scholar, is aimed at him.

Is asking him to metabolize family letters just to collect his handwriting?

He completely forgot that it was himself, thanked the butcher for taking care of him, and offered to help the butcher write the letter.

Is the butcher delivering meat to him every three days just to prevent him, a genius descended from Wenquxing, from successfully obtaining fame?

By the way, before he took the imperial examination, he suddenly felt sick to his stomach. Could it be because he ate the unclean meat given to him by the butcher?

Also, the butcher got up in the middle of the night to sharpen his knife, was he always thinking about when he took his life?

He is a Wenquxing star, a man who has been a peerless man for thousands of years, there must be many people coveting his life.

The more I think about it, the more possible the poor scholar thinks, and the more dangerous the poor scholar thinks.

However, in fact, it is not what the poor scholar thought.

Although the butcher is not saying that he has no selfishness at all, his selfishness is not the same as that of a poor scholar.

The original intention of the butcher was to build a good relationship with this poor scholar through small favors.

If one day in the future, this poor scholar really wins, he will definitely not treat him badly.

It doesn't matter if you don't pass the exam.

It's just a little bit of meat, but the butcher still loses money.

It's just that no one thought that the thinking of poor scholars would change so much.

Everything about my short legs makes perfect sense.

The poor scholar was completely angry.

Well, you butcher, you really are a lowly pig butcher, and you dare to plot against me, a dignified scholar.

Since you want me to fail to be an official, then I will let you say no.

So, the poor scholar thought of something and quietly killed the butcher.

Not only that, after killing the butcher, instead of feeling guilty, the poor scholar became very proud.

In his opinion, without the stumbling block of the butcher, with his own knowledge, he might soon be able to enter the imperial court as the number one scholar in high school.

It's a pity that the ideal is very plump and now very skinny.

Although this scholar is very secretive, it is a pity that he is only a scholar after all, and has never experienced any real big scenes.

After the shopkeepers found the clues, they quickly arrested the scholar.

Even during the interrogation, the scholar didn't repent at all, as if he didn't know at all what he had done that made everyone complain.

From Zhang Daxian's point of view, the people in Zhoujia Village now seem to have this tendency.

They believed in He Fengfeng's words, no matter what He Fengfeng said, they would listen as it was true.

Subconsciously, Zhang Da first looked in He Fengyu's direction.

He looked at Fang Hubin, who was pumping his energy and swinging a sledge hammer with other workers with an excited look on his face.

Zhang Daxian shook his head secretly: "Sure enough, people are different."

Although they are brothers, one of the two is as smart as a demon, while the other looks a bit silly.

Jingle!Jingle!
During the very rhythmic beating, a steel pipe was firmly nailed to the ground by Fang Hubin.

More than half of the entire steel pipe has been submerged into the ground.

At this moment, Fang Hubin suddenly ordered: "Take the second one."

Immediately someone came over and screwed the second steel pipe onto the first steel pipe.

There are no boring machines now, so the papers on the steel pipes are carved out by workers one by one, which is quite labor-intensive.

After connecting the second quarter, Fang Hubin and his subordinates started to swing the sledgehammer again.

The second steel pipe was smashed into the ground again.

Fang Hubin inspected it carefully, sighed and shook his head: "No, we still need to continue, take the third one."

The people next to him didn't dare to neglect in the slightest, and immediately brought up the steel pipe.

In this way, after not nailing a steel pipe into the ground, Fang Hubin lay down on the ground to check.

But every time, when he stood up again, he was vomiting and angry.

Fang Hubin's performance also made all the people in Zhoujia Village nervous.

"What the hell is this guy doing?"

"I really don't understand the way they look for water. Can anyone tell me what they are doing?"

"God knows what they want to do, anyway, I can't understand it?"

"What's wrong with this?"

Hearing someone say that, the people of Zhoujia Village immediately became excited.

"You know what's going on?"

"Tell us quickly. Why do you keep nailing steel pipes into the ground?"

"Yes, yes, it can't really be acupuncture for Lord Tu Tu, right?"

"This is just a lie to children. We definitely don't believe it."

Finally, the man smiled mysteriously: "Hey hey hey, anyway, I know, it must be to get water out."

The person who said this had just finished speaking when he was surrounded by angry Zhoujia village people, punching and kicking him.

This is because this guy is also the property of the people of Zhoujia Village.

Otherwise, high and low let them know how powerful young master is.

After these people left, the man who had been beaten was already bruised and swollen, and it was almost impossible to see what he looked like.

Zhang Daxian did not stop their violence.

After hearing what that guy said, even Zhang Daxian wanted to beat up that guy who deserved to be beaten up, let alone those ordinary people.

Just as everyone was puzzled, Fang Hubin finally nailed the seventh steel pipe into the ground.

This time it was just a few rounds of hammering.

A hint of ecstasy suddenly appeared on Fang Hubin's face.

"Yes, it really happened this time. Hahahaha, I really succeeded."

With that said, he ignored others and found He Fengyu in front of him, picked up He Fengyu and laughed crazily.

"Brother, we can finally do things for the prince."