In the manor, not far from the manor, the man and the stonemason were quarreling with each other.

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

The owner's room not far from the village has not been built yet.

The stonemason's stick hammer is composed of dozens of round stones of all sizes. It stands about five or six meters high. At this time, it is sitting on the ground, and it is more than two meters high. It spreads its legs and stretches out its hands to fiddle with some stones on the ground.

Its fingers are also very thick, but when fiddling with the stones, it is particularly flexible, and it seems to have a strange magic. No matter how it piles up these stones, it can keep them standing in place and not falling down. The stones he almost threw randomly can be matched together naturally, and this process is as magical as magic.

Next to him, several servants passed by and saw Zhuang not far away sitting with Bangchui, and they looked at each other: "The owner of the manor is arguing with Bangchui again?"

"It's been arguing for three days, and there's no breakthrough yet..."

"No, I changed my communication method today. Maybe the frequency band of the two of them can be matched..." Someone pointed at Bangmai's hand and said.

The stones all over the ground were like magic in Bangmao's hands, and then pointed at the stone in a muffled voice and said, "Master's room!"

The sound of the mallet was low and thick, as if there were dozens of resonance cavity in the chest.

Zhuang Buyuan looked at the pyramid in front of him in a daze. Can this thing live in a person? Isn’t the pyramid for dead people? Smash!

The size difference was there. Even the model made of stones was very large for Zhuang not far away. When he leaned in, he saw that it was almost solid inside...

How can this live?

"Bangmai, the space inside should be larger." Zhuang said to Bangmai not far away.

Bangmao grabbed his head, reached out his hand, and pulled out the stones from the inside and out. As he dug it, the pyramid model collapsed with a rush.

Bangcui stared at the collapsed pyramid in front of him and said blankly: "How is it possible? How could the master room built by Tuo Ren collapse..."

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

"It's not a big deal about Bangmai. Bangmai is the best stonemason!" Bangmai shook his head and shirked his responsibility.

Zhuang Buyuan rolled his eyes: "The pyramid is not good, will you build something else?"

Bangmao thought about it and started fiddling with it. Soon, an architectural model supported by a huge stone pillar appeared on the ground again.

“Master’s room!”

"This is not the master's room, it is a temple. To some extent, it is also for the dead to live in!"

Zhuang Buyuan was speechless, this time he made some progress, but...

He leaned his head and looked in and said, "There are too many pillars and the lighting is too poor!"

The entire Romanesque building has tall pillars everywhere. I am not a pole dancer, so why do I need so many pillars?

Bangmai started to mutter to remove the pillars again. After demolishing them for a long time, the temple turned into a stone again with a rush.

"Why! Bangmai is the best stonemason!!" Bangmai hugged his head with both hands and began to doubt his life.

Why did it fall?

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

"It was the owner of the manor who asked Bangchui to remove the stone pillars!" Bangchui angrily scolded the manor not far away.

Bangmao 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 to live in! I don't want such a high window or such a sharp top..."

The hammer started to change again, and as expected, a few seconds later, the model fell to the ground again.

"You should pay attention to the structure!"

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

"You stupid bad guy!"

"Bangmai is not stupid! It's the owner of the manor who is in charge! Bangmai is a good stonemason!"

"Bangmai is a bad stonemason!"

"The owner of the manor is bad!"

"Roasted stonemason!"

"Hmph, Bangmai is a bad stonemason anyway!" Bangmai stalked his neck and fell backwards. With a click, it scattered into stones all over the ground, and it really became a bad stonemason...

Zhuang Buyuan was so angry that he kicked Bangmai in the head, and then hugged his feet and felt so painful.

A group of servants shook their heads one after another.

Haven't these two grown up yet?

Sure enough, there was a quarrel again.

Zhuang Buyuan sat down on a round stone with his chest covered, making his chest aches.

I have been grinding with this guy Bangmai for several days. This guy is as stubborn as a stone. Wait, this guy is originally a stone.

Zhuang not far away discovered that for Bangmao, building stones is like an instinct. They can make the stones accumulate in various shapes as they wish. Once the structure they complete is stable and unreasonable, but they seem to have no idea why, and they don’t understand what structure is and what strength is.

If this is the case, they are stubborn and refuse to build the various modern styles chosen by the village. After going over and over again, they can only build three types, namely the pyramid style, temple style, and church style just now...

What kind of dire days did the ancient manor owners live!

Can this kind of thing stay in a place? Smash!

This is the stonemason that the owners rely most on? The strongest stonemason in the era of the owners?

"It's a stupid bad guy!"

"The stupid owner is not allowed to sit on Bangmai!" Bangmai was still angry. The round stone sitting under the butt of the village suddenly rolled away and rolled towards the side of the manor.

Zhuang Buyuan's butt was almost broken. He lay on the ground, looking up at the rumbling dozens of round stones rolling away together, and was so heartbroken that he was crying without tears.

I, the owner of the manor, have a sense of accomplishment.

"Ji...wuji~" In a blink of an eye, I saw Xiaofu hanging upside down on the branch, grinning at the village not far away, showing his teeth and smiling cutely.

"It's all your fault for being cute, you and Daniu! I can't even live in a house now!"

If you sleep in a carriage, the village will collapse soon.

"Master... don't be angry." Hu Damu walked over and comforted the village not far away, saying: "Actually, Tuoren's personality is like this. It is said that the previous manor owners could not do anything to them."

This comfort does not seem to be comfort at all, and Zhuang Buyuan said he was not happy at all.

"And Tuo Ren spent most of his life dormant and growing very slowly. Bangmai was still a child. He was at most the same age as Xiaodiandian. If you teach him slowly, he would do it."

"Ah, or a child?" Zhuang Buyuan widened his eyes.

Perhaps this is the so-called expectation deviation.

Zhuang Buyuan thought he was seeing a talented engineer, but in fact, Bang Mai was just a little brat sitting on the ground with building blocks?

Zhuang Buyuan added his forehead with his hands, what did I do!

He almost regretted it.

"Well, adults must be at least dozens of meters high. It is said that elderly people can be hundreds of meters high. Otherwise, how can they build a majestic master room for the owner of the manor?"

"Also, many people only build one building in their lifetime. Once the building is repaired, they will fall into dormant near the building. When the building is damaged, they will wake up to repair the house and continue to hibernate..."

Zhuang Buyuan stared at me, what? Could this be the Deyizhou engineer buried in the sewer of Bluebird City, wrapped in oil paper?

But it's so sad to just do a building for your whole life...

The owners of the manors, what kind of sad creatures have they domesticated these creatures?

But looking at humans, isn’t it so sad?

So many people stay in the same place all their lives, doing the same thing day after day until they are old...

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

"Borrower, where are you going?"

"I'll apologize to Bangchui..." Zhuang Buyuan said.

Hu Damu stared at him, as the owner of the manor, actually apologized to his servants?

What kind of convention does this become?

But if you don’t apologize, Zhuang Buyuan felt sorry for him. When he thought that he was quarreling with a four-year-old child just now, Zhuang Buyuan felt very embarrassed.

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

The village passed by the west courtyard not far away and saw that behind the wall of the west courtyard was filled with various stones, construction waste, and a few stone tables, stone benches, stone balls and stone lamps...

The bastard seemed to have brought all the things in the manor that were related to the stones. No wonder many things have disappeared recently.

Bangchui was sitting on a pile of rocks with his back facing away from Zhuang. He hung his head.

Zhuang walked over not far away and found Bangmao crying.

Tears that were bigger than grapes were crackling on the ground.

"Bangmai, stop crying, it's me that's not good. I shouldn't have said you..." Zhuang Buyuan climbed up the pile of rocks, patted Bangmai's knee and said.

"Wuwuwu, the owner scolded Bangmai for being stupid."
To be continued...