"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.
To be continued...