Chapter 306 The Owner Made the Club Cry

In the manor, Zhuang Buyuan was quarreling with the stonemason Bang Chui.

In fact, the two people have been arguing for several days.

The master room not far from the village has not been built yet.

The body of the stonemason hammer is made up of dozens of large and small round stones. It stands about five or six meters tall. It is also more than two meters tall when it is sitting on the ground. It spreads its legs and stretches out its hands to fiddle with the ground. Some rocks.

Its fingers are also very thick, but when playing with stones, they are particularly flexible. It seems to have a strange magic power. No matter how it stacks the stones, it can keep them standing in place and not fall down. He throws them almost randomly. Stones can fit together naturally, and the process is as magical as magic.

Next to it, several servants passed by and saw Zhuang Buyuan sitting with Bangchui. They all looked sideways: "Master, are you arguing with Bangchui again?"

"We've been arguing for three days and there's still no breakthrough..."

"No, we changed the communication method today. Maybe the frequency bands of the two of us can be matched..." Someone pointed at the stone in the stick's hand.

The stones on the ground, like magic in the hands of the mallet, built a pyramid-like building, and then pointed at the stones angrily and said: "Master's room!"

The sound of the stick was deep and deep, as if there were dozens of resonance chambers in the chest.

Zhuang Buyuan stared at the pyramid in front of him in stunned silence. Can people live in this thing? Aren't the pyramids for the dead? fall!

The size difference was there. Even Bangchui's model made of stones was too big for Zhuang Buyuan. When he poked his head in, he saw that it was almost solid inside...

How can someone live in this place?

"Bangchui, the space inside should be larger." Zhuang Buyuan said to Bangchui.

Bangchui scratched his head, stretched out his hand, and dug out stones from the inside out. After digging out, the pyramid model collapsed with a crash.

Bangchui stared blankly at the collapsed pyramid in front of him, and said blankly: "How is it possible? How could the master room built by the Tong people collapse..."

"You hollowed out the support inside...of course it will fall..." Zhuang Buyuan added his forehead with his hand.

"Don't blame Bangchui, Bangchui is the best mason!" Bangchui shook his head and shied away the responsibility.

Zhuang Buyuan rolled his eyes: "If the pyramid is not good, can you build something else?"

Bangchui thought for a while and started playing with it again. After a while, an architectural model supported by huge stone pillars appeared on the ground again.

"master room!"

"This is not the master room, this is a temple. To a certain extent, it is also for the dead!"

Zhuang Buyuan was speechless. There was some progress this time, but...

He looked inside and said, "There are too many pillars, and the lighting is too poor!"

The entire ancient Roman-style building has tall pillars standing everywhere. I am not a pole dancer, so why do I need so many pillars...

The stick began to mutter again to tear down the pillars. After a long time of tearing them down, the temple fell to the ground again with a crash and fell into stones.

"Why! Bangchui is the best stonemason!!" Bangchui held his head in his hands, already beginning to doubt life.

Why did it fall?

"You can't just dismantle the pillars... won't you change the structure?" Zhuang Buyuan also began to doubt life, and he couldn't communicate with Bang Chui!

"It was the owner of the village who asked Bangchui to demolish the stone pillars!" Bangchui angrily scolded Zhuang Buyuan.

The mallet knocked down the temple model again, and after a while, another model was piled up.

"No, this thing is a church, and this thing is not for people to live in! I don't want such high windows, nor such a pointed roof..."

Bangchui started to change it again, and sure enough, a few seconds later, the model fell to the ground with a crash.

"You should pay attention to the structure!"

"What is the structure? Can it be eaten?"

"You stupid stick!"

"Bangchui isn't stupid! It's the owner of the village who is arbitrarily giving orders! Bangchui is a good mason!"

"Bangchui is a bad mason!"

"The owner of the village is the bad one!"

"Bad mason!"

"Hmph, Bangchui is a bad mason anyway!" Bangchui hit his neck, fell backwards, and scattered stones all over the ground with a click. He really became a bad mason...

Zhuang Buyuan was so angry that he kicked Bangchui's head, then held his feet and groaned in pain.

A group of servants shook their heads.

Haven't these two grown up yet?

Sure enough, there was another quarrel.

Zhuang Buyuan sat down on a round stone and held his chest, his chest hurt from anger.

I have been fighting with this guy Bangchui for several days. This guy is as stubborn as a stone. Wait, this guy is a stone.

Zhuang Buyuan discovered that for Bangchui, building stones is like an instinct. They can pile up the stones in various shapes as they wish. Once they complete the structure, it is extremely stable, but they seem to be completely I don’t understand why, let alone what structure and intensity are.

If this was okay, they were extremely stubborn and refused to build the various modern styles Zhuang Buyuan chose. Over and over again, they could only build three types, namely the pyramid style, temple style, and church style just now...

What a miserable life the ancient manor owners lived!

Can people live in this kind of thing? fall!

Is this the mason most relied upon by the manor owners? The strongest stonemason in the manor lord's era?

"What a stupid stick!"

"The stupid owner is not allowed to sit on Bangchui!" Bangchui was still angry, and the round stone sitting under Zhuang Buyuan's butt suddenly rolled away and rolled towards the side of the manor.

Zhuang Buyuan's buttocks were almost cracked. He lay on the ground and looked up at the sound of dozens of round stones rolling away. He felt like crying without tears.

As the owner of the manor, I feel so unfulfilled.

"Chi... wo chi~" In the blink of an eye, Xiao Fu was hanging upside down on a branch, grinning at Zhuang Buyuan, showing his teeth in a cute smile.

"It's all your fault for being so cute! It's all your fault! I can't even afford a house now!"

If he sleeps in the carriage again, Zhuang will collapse soon.

"Manor owner... don't be angry." Zhong Damu came over and comforted Zhuang Buyuan: "Actually, the character of Tong people is like this. It is said that the previous owner of the manor could not do anything to them."

This comfort didn't feel like comfort at all, and Zhuang Buyuan expressed that he was not happy at all.

"Furthermore, Tongren spends most of his life dormant and grows very slowly. Bangchui is still a child. He is at most the same age as Xiaodian. If you teach him slowly, he will be able to do it."

"Ah, still a child?" Zhuang Buyuan's eyes widened.

Perhaps this is the so-called expectation bias.

Zhuang Buyuan thought he was seeing a talented engineer, but in fact Bangchui was just a little kid sitting on the ground building blocks?

Zhuang Buyuan increased his forehead with his hands, what have I done!

He almost regretted it.

"Well, an adult Mound Man must be at least dozens of meters tall. It is said that an old Mound Man can be hundreds of meters tall. Otherwise, how can we build a majestic master room for the manor owner?"

"Moreover, many Tong people only build one building in their life. Once the building is repaired, they will fall into hibernation near the building. When the building is damaged, they will wake up to repair the house, and then continue to sleep..."

Zhuang Buyuan stared, what? Could this be the Deyizhou engineer buried in the sewer of Jade Bird City and wrapped in oil paper?

But it’s too sad to spend your whole life just for one building...

What kind of miserable creatures have the manor owners domesticated these creatures into?

But looking back at human beings, aren’t they also so sad?

So many people stay in one place their whole lives, doing the same thing day after day until they die...

Zhuang Buyuan shook his head and threw away these messy thoughts. He got up from the ground, patted his butt, turned around and walked out.

"Master, where are you going?"

"Look for Bangchui to apologize..." Zhuang Buyuan said.

Zhong Damu stared. As the owner of the manor, he actually apologized to his servants?

How is this appropriate?

But Zhuang Buyuan felt guilty for not apologizing. When he thought that he had just argued with a four-year-old child, Zhuang Buyuan felt very embarrassed.

Bangchui lives outside the west courtyard of the manor, relatively close to the forest.

Not far away, Zhuang walked around the west courtyard and saw that behind the wall of the west courtyard, there were piles of various stones, construction waste, and a few stone tables, benches, balls, and lamps...

Bangchui seemed to have moved everything in the manor that was related to stones. No wonder many things had disappeared recently.

Bangchui was facing away from Zhuang, sitting on a pile of rocks with his head hanging down.

Zhuang Buyuan walked over and found Bangchui crying.

Tears bigger than grapes fell to the ground.

"Bangchui, stop crying, it's my fault, I shouldn't have said anything to you..." Zhuang Buyuan climbed up the pile of rocks, patted Bangchui's knees and said.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu The owner called Bang Chui stupid."

"I'm sorry... I was wrong, I was the stupid owner."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuori, the owner of the village also called Bangchui a bad mason."

"Bangchui is not bad at all, it's me!"

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuaknt Bangchui’s legs are gone.

Well, the more I tried to persuade him, the harder Bangchui cried.

Zhuang Buyuan had no choice but to pat Bangchui's back and comfort him softly.

The tears of Bang Chui made a crackling sound on the ground, gathering in a small pile on the ground. A fallen leaf fell from the sky, fluttered and fell into the tears, and then instantly turned gray-white.

"Huh?" Zhuang Buyuan was stunned, and then he realized something was wrong.

Most of the ground in the manor is fertile soil, and you can grow anything wherever you find it.

But at this time, the ground had turned into a stone.

Zhuang Buyuan looked around, carefully picked up a fallen leaf, and gently touched Bang Chui's tears.

Visible to the naked eye, the fallen leaf turned gray. Zhuang Buyuan quickly let go, and the fallen leaf fell on the rocks with a crisp tinkling sound.

After a while, Zhuang Buyuan reached out and pinched the leaf.

When you first hold it, it feels different from ordinary blades. It is extremely hard and cold. Zhuang Buyuan pinched the blade with both hands and exerted force suddenly, but the blade did not move at all, as if it was made of steel.

But the color doesn't look like metal...

Zhuang Buyuan slapped Bangchui's knees, looked at the leaves, and fell into deep thought.

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