"Hold me!" Fang Hubin spat on his hands and rubbed them together excitedly.
This action of his left He Fengyu speechless.
"Junior brother Fang, can you change this problem of yours? It's really dirty." He Fengyu said with a look of disgust on his face and moved away from Fang Hubin.
Fang Hubin looked innocent: "Senior brother, this problem of mine has not changed for a day or two. I really can't change it."
The behavior of spitting on your hands before working was an impression left by Qian Hubin when he was a child and watched his elders working.
Later, when I grew up, I developed this habit without even realizing it.
In the past, Fang Hubin never thought there was anything wrong with this habit.
However, after entering Huangzhuang and learning various knowledge in Huangzhuang, he gradually understood the bad behavior of this kind of behavior.
only……
Nature is easy to change but hard to change. Although I knew it was right, Fang Hubin couldn't change the habits he had developed over the years.
Then came the third person and the fourth person.
"Those two spitting ones are definitely good at work."
Fang Hubin first asked someone to pick up a steel pipe.
This may sound shocking, but it's actually not a big deal.
When the scholar accidentally told his fortune again, the fortune teller said that others could harm him.
"This is just a lie to children. We definitely don't believe it."
Also, the butcher gets up every day in the middle of the night to sharpen his knife, is he always thinking about when to take his life?
Because of this, the person handling the case at that time thought of almost all the people who might have killed someone, but the only one who didn't think of it was the scholar.
Do you want to be so hasty?
After returning home, I began to think hard about who was trying to restrain myself.
Finally, the man smiled mysteriously: "Hehehe, I know anyway, it must be to get water."
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.
He completely forgot that it was him who was grateful to the butcher for taking care of him, and offered to help the butcher write the letter.
Hearing their words, He Fengyu and Zhang Da were speechless for a while.
"Yes, yes, it can't really be acupuncture for Lord Tu Tu, right?"
The reason why it is semicircular is that if an accident occurs, the hammer head thrown out will not hurt anyone.
After struggling a few times, Fang Hubin was too lazy to continue changing his little habit.
Fully half of the entire steel pipe has been submerged underground.
After all, Zhang Daxian has never seen too many things like brainstorming.
Anyway, as long as he is not working, this habit has little impact on him.
As soon as the person who said this finished speaking, he was surrounded by angry people from Zhoujia Village, punched and kicked.
"So monsters also have to work? This is the first time I've heard of it."
Otherwise, if something goes wrong, they will die unjustly.
The poor scholar was completely angry.
"But isn't that right? Aren't they monsters? It's just a steel pipe. Why do they have to hit it with a hammer? Shouldn't they use magic?"
After thinking about it, it seems that the only person who has been particularly close to me in recent years is the butcher.
Even during the interrogation, the scholar showed no remorse and seemed completely unaware of what he had done that would make people angry.
Is asking him to metabolize family letters just to collect his handwriting?
At this moment, Fang Hubin suddenly ordered: "Take the second one."
A literary star like him, who has appeared in thousands of years, is an extraordinary man. There must be many people coveting his life.
"Nonsense, aren't they monsters in the water? When they get to land, they naturally won't be able to use monsters."
You are a butcher, but you are indeed a lowly pig butcher. You dare to plot against me, a distinguished scholar.
This guy Fang Hubin is really a good hand when doing certain tasks.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have landed one after another.
There are no boring machines now, so the papers on the steel pipes are carved out one by one by workers, which is quite labor-intensive.
"I really can't understand the way they look for water. Can anyone tell me what they are doing?"
However, the Skynet was very careful and careful, and in the end, the scholar was arrested for some reasons.
But this time it was different. The scholar had almost no grudge against the butcher.
Zhang Daxian has been paying attention to the exchanges between the people in Zhoujia Village.
But every time, when he stood up again, he was vomiting milk and talking angrily.
A scholar named Zheng killed a butcher who was killing pigs.
However, in most people's minds, it is almost impossible for a scholar to kill a butcher.
Although the butcher did not say that he had no selfish motives at all, his selfishness was not the same thing as that of the poor scholar.
The purpose of using a fortune teller is actually to say something nice so that the poor scholar will willingly pay for the fortune teller.
Light can identify people.
"But what do they mean by nailing iron pipes into the ground?"
This steel pipe is very obviously different from other steel pipes.
But Zhang Daxian never expected that things would develop in this direction.
In Zhang Daxian's opinion, the people in Zhoujia Village now seem to have this tendency.
Jingle bell! Jingle bell!
During the very rhythmic beating, a steel pipe was firmly nailed to the ground by Fang Hubin.
It's a pity that the ideal is very plump but now it is very skinny.
"It's such a beautiful job."
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.
Under the watchful eyes of the clan elders of Zhoujia Village and a large group of people.
They believed He Fengyu's words deeply, and no matter what He Fengyu said, they would listen to it as true.
Hearing someone say this, the people in Zhoujia Village suddenly became excited.
Because they couldn't help but think about the terrible consequences if such a terrifying thing were to pierce their bodies.
"Come on, tell us. Why do you keep nailing steel pipes into the ground?"
The butcher saw that the poor scholar was not living a good life, and he respected him as a scholar, so he would feed the scholar every now and then, knowing how to eat meat.
Under normal circumstances, no matter what the reason for killing, there will always be some factors such as hatred in it.
As long as you plan well, all you need to do to kill someone is move your fingers.
"Do you know what's going on?"
The more I think about it, the more possible it is for the poor scholar. The more I think about it, the more dangerous it is.
Zhang Daxian did not stop their violence.
Everything the butcher did seemed to the scholar to be against him.
What really left them speechless was the scholar's reason for killing the butcher.
However, the result is extremely correct.
But the poor scholar recorded this incident in his heart.
The positions of these people are actually very particular.
The fortune teller cheated him out of the money and forgot about the matter.
Is the butcher giving him meat every three days just to prevent him, a genius from becoming a literary star, from successfully obtaining fame?
Although they are brothers, one of these two people is as smart as a demon, while the other looks a bit silly.
The hammer fell one after another, making a series of rhythmic clanking sounds.
Once doubts are formed, many things will be automatically figured out.
"God knows what they want to do, but I can't understand it anyway?"
Zhang Daxian secretly shook his head: "Sure enough, people are different."
They were now surrounded by people and had to be careful and cautious.
But no one thought that the poor scholar's thoughts would change so much.
"It makes sense, maybe that's what happened. If you look at it that way, these goblins don't seem to be anything special."
Everything I think about my short legs is entirely reasonable.
The second steel pipe was smashed into the ground again.
This and the steel pipe are simply the sharpest weapons.
Unfortunately, if you are not afraid of good things, you are afraid of bad people.
After all, they, who have been dealing with criminals for many years, have seen all kinds of weird methods.
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 or a prime minister within ten years, and have the power to dominate the world.
Many people could not help but shudder when they saw the ferocious appearance of this thing.
After connecting to the second quarter, Fang Hubin and his subordinates started swinging the sledgehammer again.
In his opinion, without the stumbling block of the butcher, with his own knowledge, he might soon be able to become the top scholar in high school, enter the court, and become the prime minister.
Fang Hubin's performance also made all the people in Zhoujia Village feel nervous.
It doesn't matter if you don't pass the exam.
These people were staggered apart from each other, standing in a semicircle.
A little behind the spikes, you can still see small holes that appear for some unknown reason.
Just when everyone was wondering what this thing was used for.
Even if someone corrects you and you can control your own hands for a while, it won't take long before you change back again.
It doesn't seem to be anything particularly surprising.
What depresses He Fengyu and Zhang Daxian the most is that although these people's speculation process is very unreliable.
You can even help them figure out some unreasonable things. This kind of operation...
For example, once upon a time, Zhang Daxian handled a case.
Seeing Fang Hubin and the others hammering steel pipes into the ground, the people in Zhoujia Village were a little stupid.
If one day in the future, this poor scholar really wins, I will definitely not treat him badly.
Your own blood will flow out along the holes in the steel pipe, and you won't be able to stop it.
But Fang Hubin's approach made the people of Zhoujiacun nod in peace.
You guys, just by spitting on his hands, do you think Fang Hubin is a good worker?
So, the poor scholar thought of something and quietly killed the butcher.
If the other steel pipes are just suspected weapons.
There was an excellent understanding between each other, and there was no problem at all.
Since you want me to be unable to become an official, then I will let you say it.
Although this scholar's work is very secretive, it is a pity that he is just a scholar after all and has never experienced any real big scenes.
These guys not only firmly believe that He Fengyu, Fang Hubin and others are monsters.
It was obviously not the first time for Fang Hubin and the others to do this kind of thing.
Just like that, after failing to nail a section of steel pipe into the ground, Fang Hubin lay down on the ground to check.
After the agents discovered the clues, they quickly arrested the scholar.
After hearing what that guy said, even Zhang Daxian definitely wanted to beat up the guy who deserved a beating, let alone the ordinary people.
It's not a bad idea to be a poor scholar, but he asked me to write a letter home or something like that for my talent.
After all, the physical difference between the two sides is really too bad.
Fang Hubin checked it carefully, sighed and shook his head: "No, we need to continue and pick up the third one."
Not only that, the relationship between the two parties is actually quite good.
Then, Fang Hubin grabbed a sledgehammer, swung it round and hit the steel pipe hard.
The butcher's original intention was to build a better relationship with the poor scholar through small favors.
Although a scholar may not have the strength to restrain a chicken, killing people often does not require much strength.
However, in fact, it is not what the poor scholar thought.
"What's so hard to understand about this?"
Otherwise, let them know how powerful I am.
On one section of the steel pipe, there are extremely sharp spikes that have been polished.
In this case, the most important thing is not the scholar's method of killing.
"What the hell is this guy doing?"
It's just a little bit of meat and the butcher can't afford to lose money.
But if you say it without intention, the listener will.
"Nonsense, he is a monster, how can he be the same as us ordinary people?"
"Maybe it's to give Lord Tu Tu acupuncture?"
Subconsciously, Zhang Da first looked in the direction of He Fengyu.
Doing anything to the extreme is an art.
Someone came over immediately and screwed the second steel pipe onto the first steel pipe.
Not only that, after killing the butcher, instead of feeling guilty, the poor scholar became very proud.
"Huh? This monster looks like it's very good at work."
While everyone was confused, Fang Hubin finally nailed the seventh steel pipe into the ground.
The people next to me didn't dare to neglect at all, and immediately brought the steel pipe.
By the way, before he took the imperial examination, he suddenly felt sick to his stomach. Was it because he ate the unclean meat given to him by the butcher?
Immediately afterwards, the sledgehammer of another person next to him also hit the steel pipe.
The relationship between the two parties was originally a good story.
This is because this guy is also a commoner of Zhoujia Village.
Fang Hubin actually asked someone to stick this thing to the ground.
This time I just had a few rounds of hammers.
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 didn't care about anyone else, he found He Fengyu in front of him, picked up He Fengyu and laughed crazily.
