There is a villain on the first page, posing in a strange position.

He was wearing a strange set of clothes, looking like an ancient man.

"It's really a martial arts secret book?" He Sihai wanted to laugh a little.

He has seen many of this thing, and there are many in martial arts magazines, such as the Yijin Jing and the Eight Scenery Sections.

When I was in the second year of the middle school, I practiced for a while, but I didn’t even get a single fart, so I had to accept reality.

"But, is there any pictures on this before?"

He Sihai was a little confused.

Before, I was regarded as a laptop because I didn’t have one.

Did I remember it wrong?

If I had known that I would sell it for twenty-six yuan, I would have been able to make up two hundred integers.

He Sihai was very upset.

Looking at the cover and the painter, it is a martial arts secret book.

He Sihai lost interest in this "martial arts secret book" and threw it on the table.

I am preparing to go to work tomorrow and sell it at the school gate.

Then he took off his top, put on his shorts, took the washbasin to the shared tap water outside, cooled himself up, and washed his clothes.

After taking a shower, the heat that He Sihai had been holding onto his heart finally came down.

I don’t know if it’s because of the cold bath or the weather is getting cold.

Lying on the bed, I picked up my rice cell phone casually.

When I bought it, it was cheap and the screen was large.

But I didn't expect it to be a hot water bag.

So after brushing for a while, I didn't dare to play anymore. Put it aside and let it cool down so that it won't explode on its head.

He couldn't sleep for a while and saw the "Martial Arts Secret Book" placed at the bedside.

Take it over and flip it over.

"Is this a sleeping arhat?"

He Sihai looked at the first page. A little man leaned sideways with his hands on his head, especially like the sleeping Arhat in Zhou Xingxing's movie.

He Sihai turned over and tried it, and found that the posture was quite comfortable.

So I turned to the second page.

Sure enough, I changed my posture on the second page.

The entire notebook has a total of 72 pages, which is 36 pieces. Each one has an action and the back is blank.

So there are thirty-six actions in total.

He Sihai tried it one by one and found that each posture was quite comfortable.

After finishing it once, it was like killing a chicken after finishing it, and my muscles and bones were opened and my whole body was relaxed.

The fatigue of the day seemed much easier.

So the next morning, he went to the construction site with great energy.

He Sihai had a master named Li Dalu, who was a bricklayer. He Sihai learned to build walls from him.

With Li Dalu's care, it's already good at the construction site. I'm usually responsible for carrying ash buckets and mixing cement for Li Dalu and several wall-cutting masters...

When He Sihai, who was the first to come, his hands were covered with blisters at the end of the day, and his exposed skin was even more exposed.

But even so, He Sihai never thought of giving up because he needed money, for a salary of 180 a day.

There are very few people at He Sihai's age on the construction site. I heard from Li Dalu that there were many in the past, but in recent years, it has become less and less because young people are afraid of hardship.

When He Sihai arrived at the construction site, Li Dalu was sitting on a cement pile for breakfast.

Li Dalu basically ate one bag of big meat buns, and everyone who works can eat them very well.

"Sihai, have you had breakfast?" Li Dalu asked.

"Master, I've eaten it, you don't have to worry about me."

He Sihai touched his stomach, smashed his mouth, and smiled honestly.

He did eat it and ate a rice ball without any dishes on his way to come, because it was cheap, it only cost two yuan.

"Oh~"

Li Dalu sighed and handed the bag to He Sihai.

"Eat it, young body is the capital. Don't waste it. If you regret it in the future."

"Thank you, Master." He Sihai was not polite and grabbed two with one hand.

Li Dalu didn't care, but pulled out a piece of paper from under his butt and handed it to He Sihai.

"What is this?" He Sihai took it curiously.

"Sihai, you are not suitable for the work on the construction site. The automobile factory in the development zone is recruiting people, so you can try it."

It turned out that this was a recruitment order.

"I won't go." He Sihai glanced at it and refused directly.

"Why?"

"Because the salary is too low, it only costs two thousand yuan a month."

He Sihai’s current salary is 180 a day and 5,400 a month, which is too big.

"This is the internship period. After three months of becoming a regular employee, you can get four or five thousand yuan a month, and there are four insurances and one fund, which is much better than being on the construction site."

"It will take three months for me not to go. Whether I can become a regular employee is still the same."

Seeing He Sihai eating two big buns voraciously, Li Dalu handed him the last one left in the bag.

At this time, all threes and twos came to work, and the entire construction site became noisy.

Carry the dust bucket, hand the dust bucket...

Such mechanical and repetitive work makes people become mechanical and without thoughts.

He Sihai knew that if this continued, his life would be over. If he wanted to change, he would have to go out, but he had no money and no skill...

"I dug something." Suddenly I heard the voice of a coworker shouting.

The sound seemed to have a magical power. The construction site where the machinery was roaring suddenly became quiet, and everyone put down what they were doing and got together.

Some are purely curious, some want to make a fortune, and some are purely joining in the fun. The work on the construction site is really boring...

He Sihai is no exception.

"I dug up the tomb." Before He Sihai could get closer, he heard the colleagues discussing it.

"Do you want to notify the Cultural Relics Bureau?"

"It should be called to the reporter, this is big news."

"You are all stupid, maybe there are treasures underneath."

Many of the workers stopped talking.

Those who work on construction sites are poor, have no education, and have weak legal awareness. As long as it is not a murder, it is no big deal in their hearts.

What's more, things buried in the soil are first come first served, and are natural.

He Sihai walked over and took a look, and saw a semi-arc gray brick arched roof exposed under the soil pit.

This is a large tomb.

A movie line appeared in He Sihai's mind.

Then he became happy.

But if there are really antiques, if you get one or two pieces, don’t you have to work so hard?

"Why are you all here? Go to work, go to work, don't delay things. Do you still want money?" At this time, a fat middle-aged man wearing a hard hat came and drove everyone back.

He is the contractor here.

Naturally, everyone did not offend him and went back to their own work.

The cemetery that was dug was quickly surrounded by fences.

But although the work seemed normal, He Sihai still found that everyone's eyes looked at that place from time to time.

However, these are nothing to do with He Sihai. After work, he refused the invitation from his master to let him go to drink with him and returned to the rental house as usual.

"Young man, young man, do you still want books? I'll keep them for you today." Suddenly, a voice interrupted He Sihai's thoughts.

He Sihai looked back and said that he had collected the rag yesterday.
To be continued...