Qin Shou didn't expect that a hoe could also trigger special rewards.
"The reward is a special item, a super small hoe."
Qin Shou frowned.
A hoe is just a hoe, is it super?
How super are you?
"Super small hoe. Using this hoe, all weeds within one hectare can be removed every minute. After removal, they will not grow back within three years."
Qin Shou curled his lips, this little hoe was indeed super...but it was of no use to him!
One hectare is 10,000 square meters, which is a large enough area.
But the problem is that he doesn’t farm!
"Oh, keep it. When the system becomes unusable one day, you can also use this hoe to make money, help people weed, and charge according to the area."
Qin Shou said as he took out the small hoe in the system space and took a look at it.
The hoe was as big as his hand, and the handle was as long as his forearm. It was indeed...a small hoe.
The color looks golden, which can be regarded as worthy of the word "super".
Qin Shou put away the hoe and got busy.
"Ding, recycle..."
Qin Shou finished cleaning one household and then went to the next one...
From day to seven or eight in the evening, Qin Shou still failed to clean up the village.
"Forget it, I'll just live here for the next few days! After cleaning up this village, then go to the next village... I don't know when the remaining residents will be moved out."
"When I clean up the empty courtyards in these six villages, I won't wait for them!"
Qin Shou said he didn't wait for them because he wanted to take advantage of the night to recycle the empty house.
He didn't care whether it would cause new riots.
Weird things happen every year, but there are so many this year... No matter what others think, they can't be found in him.
He sat in an empty courtyard to rest for a while, ate and drank something, then got up and walked out.
Clean up the village tonight and then rest!
"There's not much left, it's almost eleven or two o'clock."
As he walked out of the door, he muttered something.
Woo...
A stick caught the wind and hit his head.
Qin Shou didn't even bother to hide and directly resisted the stick.
Click...the stick broke into two pieces, but Qin Shou was fine.
He turned to look at the guy on the right who hit him. The guy was holding half a stick and was stunned.
"Is it enjoyable?"
Qin Shou asked with a smile.
The man nodded stupidly...
Then Qin Shou snatched the stick in his hand.
Bang!
Qin Shou also hit his head with a stick.
This time the stick didn't break, and the guy rolled his eyes and lay down on the ground.
"Sap me, you're not good enough!"
Qin Shou threw away half of the stick in his hand and looked up at the people standing at the bottom of the steps.
The bald man who was beaten by him and the seven or eight gangsters were standing next to a burly man.
The man was two meters tall, with a strong body, a Chinese-character face, and short hair.
There is also a scar at the corner of his left eye, and you can tell at a glance that he is not a good man or woman.
"Boy! You are dead today!"
"Weren't you crazy before? Didn't you say that Brother Gun was a piece of shit?"
"Didn't you say Brother Gun is your son?"
"You also said that Brother Gun is trash and a bastard."
"You still scold Brother Gun..."
The bald man and those gangsters started shouting.
They want to fan the flames, but the problem is... when they say this, it is equivalent to scolding that stick brother!
Brother Gun has well-developed limbs, but his mind is not simple!
Before they could finish speaking, Brother Gun raised his hand and started fanning.
"Shut up!"
"Don't you guys have any brains? Just tell me what he scolded me. Why don't you repeat it again?"
"You guys are just waiting for me to listen to the replay!"
The bald man was beaten the worst. Qin Shou held on to the street light and saw that several of his teeth were missing.
"Brother Gun, we want you to understand the situation more clearly."
"Yes, we didn't replay it... We just want you to know how hateful he is."
"Brother Gun, he was the one who scolded me in the original words, and you can't spare him!"
Those guys didn't dare to resist after being beaten, and their speech became soft and soft, just like the angry little daughter-in-law.
The strong man rolled his eyes at them and raised his hand.
The large group of people behind them carried the guys and surrounded Qin Shou.
"Brother Gun, right? Do you believe what these fools say? You and I have never met, why should I scold you?"
Qin Shou didn't want to fight. There were more than a hundred people on the other side, which would waste too much time.
"I know you didn't scold me, but they are my brothers. If they make mistakes, I can discipline them, but you can't! Not everyone can teach you a lesson today. I will give you a lesson with my stick."
Qin Shou sighed. It seemed that he couldn't escape today's fight.
"Let's challenge each other to a duel. If I win, you can take the others with you. If I lose... I'll let you do whatever you want."
"Hahaha...are you serious? I'm going to challenge you one on one, why would you bring so many people here?"
"Hit him!"
Stick shouted, and his younger brothers waved their weapons and rushed towards Qin Shou.
Qin Shou smiled bitterly, shook his head, and swooped out.
He grabbed two machetes and chopped with the back of the knife...
He used the machete as a mandarin duck knife, and the two knives he wielded were so windy that afterimages appeared.
In less than a minute, more than twenty people were lying down.
Stick's brows furrowed. He could see that Qin Shou was a skilled practitioner and was extremely skilled in the use of two swords.
He could tell that Qin Shou didn't want to hurt anyone, otherwise those lying down would have been seriously injured, and those who were unlucky would have had their necks cut off.
Although he brings many people, they may not be able to defeat Qin Shou!
Damn it! Your kung fu is so good, why are you here picking up rags? I thought you were easy to bully, so I brought someone here...
If all of his more than 100 younger brothers were beaten to the ground, the medical bills would be a lot of money!
One person’s 100 yuan is 10,000 yuan! One person’s 1,000 yuan is 100,000 yuan!
He hasn't made much money recently, so if he spends some money...
"Stop! Stop it quickly, there is a misunderstanding here!"
"Stop fighting!"
Stick shouted loudly.
His little brother heard his shout and immediately stepped back.
Qin Shou also stopped and threw the two curved machetes in his hands to the ground.
"Brother... your skills look familiar to me. Who is your master?"
The stick is ready and the set is close!
He first asked him who his master was, and then said that he knew his master, Panpan said, and the matter was over!
But Qin Shou didn't follow his script.
"I don't have a master."
"You... don't have a master..."
Stick is a little depressed, this guy is not playing his cards according to common sense!
"You don't have a master... Then where did you learn this skill? Did you go to a martial arts school?"