Chapter 306: : The owner caused the mallet to cry

In the manor, Zhuang not far was arguing with the mason mason. ◢Щщш.sUimEnG.lā
In fact, the two have been arguing for several days.
Zhuang's master room has not been built up to now.
The tartar mason's mallet is composed of dozens of large and small round stones. It stands about five or six meters tall. At this time, it is sitting on the ground more than two meters high. Some stones.
Its fingers are also very thick, but when it is rocking, it is extremely flexible. It seems to have a strange magic power. No matter how it is stacked, it can keep them standing in place and they will not fall down. He almost throws them at random. Stones can be matched together naturally, and the process is as magical as magic.
Beside, several servants passed by, and saw Zhuang not far sitting with the mallet, looking sideways: "Zhuang owner is arguing with the mallet again?"
"It has been noisy for three days, and there is no breakthrough ..."
"No, I changed my mode of communication today, maybe the two of them could catch the band ..." Someone pointed at the stone in the mallet's hand.
The stones on the ground, like magic in the hands of a mallet, set up a pyramid-like building, and then pointed at the stone with a sigh of silence: "Master's room!"
The sound of the mallet was deep and thick, as if there were dozens of resonance chambers in the chest.
Zhuang not far away staring at the pyramid in front of him, can this thing live? Aren't the pyramids for the dead? fall!
The difference in body shape is there. Even the model of the mallet made of stones is very large for Zhuang not far. He probed in and saw that it was almost solid ...
How can this live?
"Maul, the space inside should be a little bigger." Zhuang not far said to Maul.
The mallet grabbed his head, stretched out his hand, and drew stones from the inside out, digging and digging, and the pyramid model collapsed.
The mallet looked blankly at the collapsed pyramid in front of him, and said blankly: "How is that possible? How can a master room built by a man fall, ..."
"You hollowed out the support inside ... it will fall down ..." Zhuang not far increased by hand.
"Don't blame the mallet, the mallet is the best mason!" The mallet shook his head to shirk responsibility.
Zhuang not far away rolled his eyes: "No pyramid, can you build something else?"
The mallet thought about it and played with it again. Soon a building model supported by a huge stone pillar appeared on the ground again.
"master room!"
"This is not the master's room either. This is the temple. To some extent, it is also for the dead!"
Zhuang is far from speechless, this time it is a little progress, but ...
He probed inwards and said, "There are too many pillars, and the lighting is too poor!"
Throughout the ancient Roman-style building, there are tall pillars everywhere, and I am not a pole dancer. What do so many pillars do ...
The mallet began mumbling to dismantle the pillars again, and for a long time, the temple crashed into a rock again.
"Why! The mallet is the best mason!" The mallet held his head in both hands, and began to doubt life.
Why did it fall?
"You can't dismantle the pillars directly ... won't you change the structure?" Zhuang not far away also began to doubt life, and could not communicate with the mallet!
"It was the owner who asked the mallet to remove the stone pillar!" The mallet scolded Zhuang not far.
The mallet pushed 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! I do n’t want windows that high, nor do I have such a pointed ceiling ..."
The mallet started to change again, and sure enough, a few seconds later, the model fell down again.
"You pay attention to the structure!"
"What is the structure? Can it be eaten?"
"You stupid mallet!"
"The mallet is not stupid! It is the owner's random command! The mallet is a good mason!"
"The mallet is a rotten stonemason!"
"The owner is bad!"
"Bad Stonemason!"
"Huh, anyway, the mallet is a rotten stonemason!" The mallet stumped his neck and fell backwards with a click, and scattered into the ground.
Zhuang was not so angry that he kicked the mallet with his head, and then held his foot in pain.
A group of servants shook their heads.
Haven't these two grown up yet?
Sure enough, they quarreled again.
Zhuang not far away covered his chest and sat down on a round stone, his chest pain was angry.
It has been grinding with the mallet for several days. This guy is almost stubborn like a rock. Wait, this guy was originally a rock.
Zhuang discovered that building stones is like an instinct to a mallet. They can stack stones in various shapes as they want. Once they complete the structure, they are not stable, but they seem completely I do n’t understand why, let alone what is structure and what is intensity.
If this is okay, they will be stubborn and will not build the modern styles selected by Zhuang not far, and over and over again, they will only build three types, just the pyramid style, temple style, church style ...
The ancient manor owners, what kind of life are they going through?
Can such things live? fall!
Is this the most important mason of the manor? The strongest mason in the manor era?
"It's a fool!"
"Stupid farmer is not allowed to sit on the mallet!" The mallet was still angry, and the round stone sitting under Zhuang not far away suddenly rolled away and rolled over to the side of the manor.
Zhuang not far almost broke, lying on the ground, looking up at the appearance of dozens of round stones rolling away together, really want to cry without tears.
I, the manor of the manor, was really too unfulfilled.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ~", another moment of glance, Xiaofu was hanging on a tree branch, grinning at Zhuang not far away, exposing his teeth and smiling.
"I still sell cute, I blame you and Daniel! Let me not even have a house now!"
Sleeping in a carriage again, Zhuang would collapse soon.
"The owner ... don't be angry." Wu Damu came over and comforted Zhuang not far away: "Actually, the character of the people is the same. It is said that the former manor of the manor had no way to take them."
This comfort is not like comfort at all, Zhuang not far said he was not happy at all.
"And he spends most of his life dormant and grows very slowly. The mallet is still a child. He is now at least the same age as the younger one. If you teach him slowly, he will."
"Ah, still a child?" Zhuang not far stared.
Probably this is the so-called expected deviation.
Zhuang not far thought he saw a genius engineer, but in fact the mallet was just a little fart sitting on the ground and building blocks?
Zhuang not far to increase his hand, what have I done!
He was about to regret his death.
"Well, the adult Tatars must be at least tens of meters high. It is said that the old Tatars can be hundreds of meters high, otherwise how to build a magnificent master room for the owner of the manor?"
"Moreover, many tartars build only one building in their lifetime. Once the building is repaired, they will fall asleep near the building. When the building is damaged, they will wake up to repair the house and continue to sleep ..."
Zhuang not stare, what? Is this the proud engineer buried in the sewer of Jade Bird City, wrapped in oil paper?
But my life is only for a building, which is too sad ...
Manor, what kind of sad creatures have these creatures been domesticated?
But looking back at humans, isn't it so sad?
So many people stay in one place all their lives and do the same thing day after day until they are old ...
Zhuang not far shook his head, threw these messy ideas out, got up from the ground, patted his ass, and turned and walked outward.
"Zhuang, where are you going?"
"Apologize for a mallet ..." Zhuang not far away.
Damu stared, as the owner of the manor, even apologized to his servants?
What kind of system is this?
But he didn't apologize. Zhuang Buyuan felt sorry for himself. When he thought he was arguing with a four-year-old boy, Zhuang Buyuan felt very embarrassed.
The mallet lives outside the western courtyard of the manor, and is relatively close to the miscellaneous forest.
Zhuang not far away from the West Court, he saw behind the courtyard wall of the West Court, full of various stones, construction waste, and a few stone tables, stone benches, stone balls, stone lamps ...
The mallet seems to have moved everything from the manor to the stone. No wonder many things have disappeared recently.
The mallet was facing away from Zhuang, sitting on a pile of rocks and pulling his head.
Zhuang walked far away and found that the mallet was crying.
Tears, bigger than grapes, crackled on the ground.
"Don't cry, I'm not good, I shouldn't say you ..." Zhuang not far climbed the rubble, patted his knee, and said.
"Woohoo, the owner scolds the mallet."
"Sorry ... I was wrong, I'm the stupid owner."
"Woohoo, the owner also scolds the mallet as a bad stonemason."
"The mallet is not bad at all, it's me!"
"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ,, the mallet's feet are gone.
Well, the more you persuaded, the more the mallet cried.
Zhuang was not far away and could only pat the back of the mallet gently, comforting him softly.
The tears of the mallet crackled on the ground, and a small pile gathered on the ground. A leaf fell from the sky, fluttered into the tears, and then instantly turned gray-white ~ EbookFREE.me ~ 咦? "Zhuang was not far away, only to discover that there was something wrong.
The ground of the manor is mostly fertile soil, and you can plant anywhere you want.
But at this time, the ground has become a stone.
Zhuang looked around, pinching a leaf carefully, and gently tapped on the tears of the mallet.
Visible to the naked eye, the fallen leaf turned gray, and Zhuang not far away quickly let go.
After a while, Zhuang not far reached out and pinched the leaf.
It feels different from ordinary leaves when you start. It is extremely hard and cold. Zhuang not far away pinches the leaves with both hands and suddenly exerts force, but the leaves are not moving, like steel casting.
But this color is not like metal ...
Zhuang not far patted the mallet's knee, looking at the leaf, lost in thought.