"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." As he said that, He Fengyu moved away from Fang Hubin with a look of disgust on his face.
Fang Hubin looked innocent: "Senior brother, this problem of mine has not lasted for a day or two, and 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 unconsciously.
In the past, Fang Hubin never thought 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……
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.
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 impact on him.
It's just that Fang Hubin's approach made the people of Zhoujiacun nod in peace.
"Huh? This monster looks like he knows how to work."
"So monsters also have to work? This is the first time I've heard of it."
"Those two spitting ones are definitely good at work."
Hearing their words, He Fengyu and Zhang Da were speechless for a while.
You guys, just by spitting on his hands, do you think Fang Hubin is a good worker?
Do you want to be so hasty?
What depresses He Fengyu and Zhang Daxian the most is that although these people's speculation process is very unreliable.
However, the result is extremely correct.
Fang Hubin is really a good hand when doing certain tasks.
Under the watchful eyes of the clan elders of Zhoujia Village and a large group of people.
Fang Hubin first asked someone to pick up a steel pipe.
This steel pipe is very obviously different from other steel pipes.
If the other steel pipes are just suspected weapons.
This and the steel pipe are simply the sharpest weapons.
On one section of the steel pipe, there are extremely sharp spikes that have been polished.
Light can discern people.
A little behind the spikes, you can still see small holes that appear for some unknown reason.
Many people could not help but shudder when they saw the ferocious appearance of this thing.
Because they couldn't help but think about the terrible consequences if such a terrifying thing were to pierce their bodies.
Your own blood will flow out along the holes in the steel pipe, and you won't be able to stop it at all.
Just when everyone was wondering what this thing was used 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 the third, then the fourth.
These people were staggered apart from each other, standing in a semicircle.
The hammer fell one after another, making a series of rhythmic clanking sounds.
The positions of these people are actually very particular.
The reason why it is semicircular is that if an accident occurs, the hammer head thrown out will not hurt anyone.
It was obviously not the first time that Fang Hubin and the others had done this kind of thing.
There was an excellent understanding between each other, and there was 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.
"It's such a beautiful job."
"Nonsense, he is a monster, how can he be the same as us ordinary people?"
"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?"
"Nonsense, aren't they monsters in the water? When they get to land, they naturally won't be able to use monsters."
"That makes sense. Maybe that's what happened. If you look at it that way, these goblins don't seem to be anything special."
"But what do they mean by driving iron pipes into the ground?"
"Maybe it's to give Lord Tu Tu acupuncture?"
Zhang Daxian has been paying attention to the exchanges between 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 unjustly?
But Zhang Daxian never expected that things would develop in this direction.
These guys not only firmly believe that He Fengyu, Fang Hubin and others are monsters.
You can even help them figure out some unreasonable things. This kind of operation...
It doesn't seem to be anything particularly surprising.
After all, Zhang Daxian has never seen too many things like brainstorming.
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 a big deal.
Although a scholar may not have the strength to restrain a chicken, killing people often does not require much strength.
As long as the plan is right, all it takes to kill someone is to move your fingers.
However, in most people's minds, it is almost impossible for a scholar to kill a butcher.
After all, the physical difference between the two sides is really too bad.
Because of this, the people who handled 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.
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, they, who have been dealing 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, there will always be some factors such as hatred in it.
But this time it was different. The scholar had almost no grudge against the butcher.
More than that, the relationship between the two parties is actually quite good.
It's not a bad thing to be a poor scholar, so he asked Tian Tian to write a family letter or something.
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 once in a while, knowing how to eat meat.
The relationship between the two parties was originally a good story.
Unfortunately, if you are not afraid of good things, you are afraid of bad people.
When the scholar accidentally told his fortune again, the fortune teller said that others could defeat 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 or a prime minister in the next ten years, and he will have all the power in the world.
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.
But if you say it without intention, the listener will.
The fortune teller cheated him out of the money and forgot about the matter.
But the poor scholar recorded this incident in his heart.
After returning home, I began to think hard about who was trying to restrain 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 did seemed to the scholar to be against him.
Is asking him to metabolize family letters just to collect his handwriting?
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.
Is the butcher giving him meat every three days just to prevent him, a genius from becoming a literary star, from successfully obtaining fame?
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?
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?
A literary star like him, who has appeared in thousands of years, is an extraordinary man. There must be many people coveting his life.
The more I think about it, the more possible it is for the poor scholar, and the more dangerous it feels for the poor scholar.
However, in fact, it is not what the poor scholar thought.
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 butcher's original intention was to build a better relationship with the poor scholar through small favors.
If one day in the future, this poor scholar really wins, I 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 can't afford to lose money.
But no one thought that the poor scholar's thoughts would change so much.
Everything about my short legs makes perfect sense.
The poor scholar was completely angry.
You are a butcher, but you are indeed a lowly pig butcher, and you dare to plot against me, a distinguished scholar.
Since you want me to be unable to become an official, then I will let you say it.
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 proud.
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.
It's a pity that the ideal is very plump but now it is very skinny.
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.
After the agents discovered the clues, they quickly arrested the scholar.
Even during the interrogation, the scholar showed no remorse and seemed completely unaware of what he had done that would make people angry.
In Zhang Daxian's opinion, the people in Zhoujia Village now seem to have this tendency.
They believed in what He Fengyu said, and no matter what He Fengyu said, they would listen to it as true.
Subconsciously, Zhang Da first looked in the direction of He Fengyu.
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.
Ding dong! Ding dong!
During the very rhythmic beating, a steel pipe was firmly nailed to the ground by Fang Hubin.
A full half of the entire steel pipe has been submerged underground.
At this moment, Fang Hubin suddenly ordered: "Take the second one."
Someone came over immediately 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 one by one by workers, which is quite labor-intensive.
After the second quarter, Fang Hubin and his subordinates started swinging the sledgehammer again.
The second steel pipe was slammed into the ground again.
Fang Hubin checked it carefully, sighed and shook his head: "No, we need to continue and pick up the third one."
The people next to him didn't dare to neglect at all and immediately brought the steel pipe.
Just like that, after nailing a section of 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 feel nervous.
"What on earth is this guy doing?"
"I really can't understand the way they look for water. Can anyone tell me what they are doing?"
"God knows what they want to do, but I can't understand it anyway?"
"What's so hard to understand about this?"
Hearing someone say this, the people in Zhoujia Village suddenly became excited.
"Do you know what's going on?"
"Come on, tell us. 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: "Hehehe, I know anyway, it must be to get water."
As soon as the person who said this finished speaking, he was surrounded by angry people from Zhoujia Village, punched and kicked.
This is because this guy is also a commoner of Zhoujia Village.
Otherwise, let them know how powerful I am.
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 definitely wanted to beat up the guy who deserved a beating, let alone the ordinary people.
While everyone was confused, Fang Hubin finally nailed the seventh steel pipe into the ground.
This time it was just a few hammer rounds.
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, found He Fengyu in front of him, picked up He Fengyu and laughed crazily.
"Brother, we can finally work for the prince."
