After only one night, Zhushikouer Street, which was originally spacious enough to walk three four-wheeled carts, suddenly turned into a huge sand and gravel field.

The green sand and white sand dug from Tongxian and Daxing, the white carbon collected from Damentougou Laotan Kiln, the fire bricks removed from the Miyun Laohuang Kiln, and the large wood from the north and south transported from major timber farms in Sijiu City, almost blocked Zhushikouer Street.

A dozen or so men holding teapots and tea bowls in their hands, and holding a few boxes of foreign cigarettes under their armpits were smiling. Whenever they saw the person who was blocked from his bad face, they immediately ran over to meet him.

First, he said with a honey voice, and then poured a large bowl of high jasmine tea for someone to remove the fire. Before he could finish the tea and wipe his mouth, the cigarette roll had already been handed to the person's mouth. The fire roll was gathered in his palm and served him, and the fire rolled up in his mouth. The fire rolled up there was already a long list of flattering words to the heart!

The men in Sijiu City are all the people I have seen before. If you really want to block the siege and force people to suppress people on the scene, the men in Sijiu City don’t blink, and those who roll up their sleeves can scold and beat them up. Don’t look at the inconspicuous person standing in front of you, maybe there is a distant relative in the family walking in the military yamen, and worshipping them in the Internal Affairs Office. If you beat the young, you can come out and get old, so that you can’t afford to eat!

But the men in Sijiu City are also very smart and clever, understanding what it means to be a flower-like sedan chair in the scene. They are soft and smiling, and diligent and neat in their hands and feet. In the eyes of the men in Sijiu City, they just raise their hands and naturally pass by if they can pass.

With more than a dozen orgasms, he greeted him carefully. The man from Sijiu City who was really blocked by Dao'er said it a little, and then pointed to the hundreds of lipbas who were busy at the door of the big mansion and asked: "Whose business is used? There are hundreds of lipbas at the gate, and the scene is so big?"

Holding a teapot and tea bowl, the Yaxing guy immediately bowed and the newly filled high jasmine tea in his hand was already handed over to the soft-hearted words: "When you say, the master's house was the main gate of the Sijiu City back then, serving all living things. I want to renovate the house at the entrance of the old hall and post a banner to serve the men in the Sijiu City to play with you! I'll delay your old aisle, I'll disturb you first for the Lord's house! You'll have a bowl of tea and a cigarette roll? Things are not expensive, but my personal heart..."

There was a toothed man here calling the man who was walking in the scene in Sijiu City. There were long squatting under the wall, and the green-skinned gangsters leaning against each other were serving the characters who were blindly obedient.

It is said that the temple is small and the wind is strong, and there are many turtles in the shallow pond. In such a big city, there are many green-skinned gangsters wearing green-skinned robes. Not to mention such a big scene, the dynamic and dynamic renovation, even if a new wonton stall is opened, some green-skinned gangsters will come to the door to cause trouble and fight Qiufeng. If there are too many, dozens of big children will be cheated, and if there are too few, they will have to eat a few bowls of wontons for nothing. The toad is serious and the toad jumps to the instep. It is disgusting not to bite people!

But with the green gangsters under Mr. Xiong, the green gangsters were sitting in the suppression scene, and before the gangsters came from outside, there were already a few green gangsters with their arms open and tied with their arms. In front of them, there was an old phoenix nodding in the world. He shouted in a voice: "The business of Mr. Xiong in Zhushikou, Mr. Zhu, please give me a look and make a fortune elsewhere?"

When I met a tactful person, I immediately became a jackdaw who was mixed with the rivers and lakes. I still couldn't say a few auspicious words on the scene: "The world is a family, and the reason why my family members eat my family. Another day, Mr. Xiong will make a fortune by opening a business, and I will definitely give it to you. Our brothers on the pole will give it to you!"

If you meet someone who is ignorant, you don’t have to meet a few Qingpi who are lying on the verge of the mouth. Several patrolmen with tilted hats have already wrapped their butts and wrapped those stubborn gangsters into the alley next to them. You can serve them with a red and white baton wrapped in iron. No matter you are Dou Erdun and Huang Tianba, you will have to wake up in the middle of the night and struggle to climb out of Zhushikouer Street!

On the street of the big mansion, there were seven or eight food stalls lined up. Wonton soup made from big bones, roasted from the stove with old sand and soil, cut as thin as paper, two inches wide and narrow pork head meat, plus the open-carried buns filled with oil and cabbage, almost always busy when it was dawn, serving the Liba who were busy inside and outside the big mansion. It was not just about how much food he sold, but it was three pieces of ocean buns a day, and it kept getting hot from morning to dark. When I saw the moon, I closed the stall and finished it!

Liba, who was squatting in Dashilan, always only ate a lunch that the master was in charge. Sometimes when the work was in a hurry, he would meet a generous and kind-hearted master who could add a bowl of sticks to the Liba after it got dark. If he could cut a few pickles and drop a few drops of sesame oil, it would be considered half a meaty meal. It would be so hard that the Liba would work harder and be careful when carrying the work.

Originally, Xiang Youbao was holding Master Xiong's dragon whip and looking for Liba's head on the big fence. Many Liba, who were squatting at the base of the wall, covered her stomach and hid behind the people, for fear that Xiang Youbao would hit the point with one finger.

According to what happened in the past, if you work for these gangsters who poked poles on the streets and ate from all directions, you might have to make up for your own stuttering. It is all about the hard work of supporting your family. Who would be willing to deal with this unlucky and miserable errand?!

But after Xiang Youbao led a group of Liba with a bitter face and dragged her legs to the big mansion on Zhushikouer Street, he did not immediately as he had known to Liba. Instead, he pointed to the food stall that had already cured all kinds of food and smelled full of food, and said with him: "Three meals a day are enough to make full, and the moon is paid every day. The ten people who work the most carefully and hardest will give more than 50% of their wages a day, now!"

With this, Liba, who had eaten at least ten open-breasted buns for a meal, and Liba, who had drunk six bowls of wonton soup, cleaned the old door's face with dust the dust the day before. At night, he saw the moon and received the extra ten Libas who had 50% of the wages. He did not say a word and carefully stacked the old bricks and old tiles on the old door's face. Even the wooden slats that had been removed from the house were shaken one by one and put them next to the wall.

Liba was like this, and the craftsmen from all walks of life who were given a lot of money were even harder. The bricklayer with the tiles on the new door was spreading nine rows of tiles in one day. He heard others muttering that he was a grinder and was working on the wages. The bricklayer climbed onto the newly paved nine rows of tiles without saying a word and jumped and stomped on the nine rows of tiles. He didn't break a single tiles, and there was not even a single tiles that moved the place. It really made people understand what serious craftsmanship is!

Among all those who participated in the renovation project of Huozhengmen Hall, the one who is most motivated must count Jiuye.

Before dawn every day, Na Jiu, who got up early, could run to the front of the big mansion in a row. While drinking wonton soup and tofu brain from the stove, he looked up and down carefully at the big mansion that changed every day. He mumbled and didn't know what he was saying, but the energy in his eyes was completely different from the past.

I wandered around the crowd of busy working people, touched here, pinched there, and also pointed out the mud, tiles, and carpenters modified some small joints according to their own wishes. They were busy all the way until they saw the moon and sat for a while. They even had to ask for food for three or four times. Then they followed Liba to go to the food stall across the street to deal with it, but they still looked confused and had no taste of food.

When the moon was in the sky, the mud, tiles, carpenters and Liba in the mansion were all gone. Na Jiuye could immediately illuminate four foreign oil lamps that were piping the bottom and plastered the dry pond under the bright lights of daylight. The shavings of pine, elm, and willow trees wrapped in snake nests. They took them up and climbed the bottom in the yard. They built a monkey mountain with half-milled pebbles that had just dug out of the Yongding River. They were not busy until the fourth day of the day. They were forced to blow out the few piping lights.

After only half a month of busy work, Nalan looked at Master Na Jiu's obviously loose clothes so much that he stomped his feet and cried. Even Xiang Youbao, who was as strong as a cow, began to beg for mercy. He shouted with a sad face and was so tired that his legs were shaking after a day. If he continued to do this, he could only give up and go back to the master to complain. At least, Master Na Jiu agreed. He only left in the big mansion every day and worked for two hours.

Seeing that the last Liba dragged her tired footsteps into the darkness, Master Na Jiu, who had been impatient, opened his eyes that had been squinting for a long time, shouted at Xiang Youbao, who was sitting beside him: "Hurry up, light the light!"

With a neat agreement, Xiang Youbao took out a box of foreign fire from his arms and lit several pissy wind oil lamps in turn.

He hung a few pissed wind oil lamps onto the corridor columns in the second courtyard. Xiang Youbao turned around and looked at the old master Na Jiu who had picked up a handful of iron shreds and mixed with a pile of wheat straw and sandy soil. He said in a muffled voice: "Uncle Master, you have a look. The lamp oil in these lamps is just enough for two hours. When the lamps are turned off, we will go home!"

Without raising his head, he mixed the wheat straw that was cut half an inch long with a guillotine and the sand that had been sifted through a fine sifting. Master Na Jiu replied casually: "I understand, I just made such a fuss yesterday. As soon as the lamp goes out, you urge me to go home..."

He also grabbed a handful of iron shovels. Xiang Youbao flipped the wheat grass against the direction of the sand and soil, and turned the wheat grass again. He hummed at the Najiu Master who had just flipped the sand and soil, "But yesterday I was not careful, you quietly added oil to a few lamps, right? It was agreed to be two hours, but when I finally got home, I heard the first rooster crowing! Even if you ignore your body, you have to pity Nalan crying sadly when you feel sorry for you, right?"

Xiang Youbao exposed the trick in front of him, but Master Na Jiu just laughed awkwardly, but sighed heavily: "Naran is a honest child. He only cares about her father and me, but he didn't think about it...ah..."

Without stopping the work, Xiang Youbao said to Master Na Jiu casually: "Your uncle, do you really think that Nalan can't see what you think? Or can I not see it? Don't you keep saying that you keep saving a dowry for Nalan and the family close the door to live a peaceful life, but in your heart, aren't you still hoping that the Fire Master can re-establish the banner like today?"

As if Xiang Youbao was talking about his worries, Master Na Jiu's movements unconsciously slowed down: "You kid is awake! He said that the Huozhengmen was scattered. Although it was said that the Huozhengmen was sucked out on the surface, everyone in the back knew that the Huozhengmen had already broken the foundation at that time! He had some private skills, so he was afraid that others would learn it and shorten his own investment. When he saw something good, he had to get it at a low price and then sell it at a high price! Not to mention that in order to grab the shift outside the door, the seats of the training items were all made of dog brains..."

As if he had thought of those unpleasant past events, his mood was affected. Master Na Jiu inserted the iron shovel in his hand into the sand and simply sat on a stone next to the sand and soil that had just planted a foundation: "Just talk about the strange beast picture back then, many people in the door would look at it casually. Several old men in the door set a rule today and set a way tomorrow. They said that if they die, they would not let the people in the door take a look at the strange beast picture again, for fear of the ones in the door.

People learn to steal their wealth. Hehe... It makes people laugh to death - just your master is as smart as an awake person, full of information from the organs, holding a fragment of the strange beast map. Isn't it half-guessing that the way to train the beast fighting is 30%? How many of those Ji Lao who were guarding the strange beast map and not asking people to see it back then could recognize the words on the strange beast map?"

After hesitating for a moment, Xiang Youbao also stopped his work and said to Master Na Jiu who was sitting aside: "I have looked at the picture of the strange beast in the master's hand. According to the master's words, the picture of the strange beast was a matter of the Three Kingdoms period. The words written on it were also written exclusively when Prime Minister Zhuge issued military orders during the Three Kingdoms period. It seems that it is called... Prime Minister's Mandarin?"

Nodded heavily, Na Jiuye sighed and replied: "I heard from the old man in Huozhengmen that he had entered Shanhaiguan by the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty. The soldiers and fires continued to cause disasters. In addition, in the ten days of Yangzhou, the three slaughtered people in Jiading were almost killed. The disciples in Huozhengmen also rely on their own masters to pass on their mouth, so that they could barely recite the words written by the prime minister in Chinese according to the portraits of the strange beasts. The old sayings are said to be passed on by man, but it is believed that the words and sentences on the strange beasts that have been passed on by word of mouth for hundreds of years are afraid that the words and sentences on the strange beasts that have been passed on by word of mouth in Huozhengmen have long been outrageously wrong, right?"

He stood up slowly, as if he was immersed in the past, while slowly whisking through the wheat grass and sand, he muttered casually: "When people get old, they don't remember much! I don't know if they remember everything that my master taught me back then..."

With a very fast rhythm, he slowly whispered the mixed wheat grass and sand, and the murmurs from Jiuye were like the old monks in ancient temples in deep mountains chanting scriptures: "There is a way of things, but the shape is not. Look at the shape, and watch the way of things! Don't be rigid, and don't follow the map..."

Standing behind Na Jiuye, Xiang Youbao was flipping the wheat grass and sand in reverse as Na Jiuye's movements, while chanting in a low voice with Na Jiuye's muttering: "There is a way of things, but the shape is not a way. Look at the shape, and watch the action! Don't be rigid, and don't follow the map..."
Chapter completed!