In the manor, Zhuang is not far away and is arguing with the stonemason mallet.

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

And the master room not far from Zhuang has not been built until now.

The whole body is composed of dozens of large and small round stones, and it is about five or six meters high when it stands up, and it is also more than two meters high when it sits on the ground, spreading its legs and stretching out its hands to fiddle with some stones on the ground.

Its fingers are also very thick, but when it fiddles with the stones, it is extremely flexible, and it seems to have a strange magic, no matter how it stacks these stones, it can make them stand in place and not fall down, and the stones that he throws almost randomly can be naturally matched together, and the process is as magical as magic.

Beside him, several servants passed by and saw Zhuang not far away and the mallet sitting together, and they all looked sideways: "The owner of the village is quarreling with the mallet again?" ”

"It's been three days of arguing, and there hasn't been any breakthrough......

"No, today we changed the way of communication, maybe the frequency band of the two of them can catch up with ......" someone pointed to the stone in the hand of the mallet.

The stones all over the ground, as if by magic, built a pyramid-like building in the hands of the mallet, and then pointed to the stone with a loud voice and said, "The master room!" ”

The sound of the mallet was deep and deep, as if there were dozens of resonant cavities in the chest.

Zhuang Buyuan looked at the pyramid in front of him dumbfounded, can this thing live in people? Aren't the pyramids for the dead? Stumble!

The difference in size was there, even if it was a model made of stones with a mallet, it was very big for Zhuang not far away, and he looked into it and saw that it was almost solid......

How can this be inhabited?

"Mallet, there's a little more space in it." Zhuang is not far away from the mallet.

The mallet scratched his head, stretched out his hand, and pulled out the stone from the inside, and as he pulled it, the pyramid model collapsed with a thud.

The mallet 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 people fall ......"

"You've hollowed out the support inside...... Of course, it will fall...... "Zhuang is not far away, and he will increase the amount with his hands."

"Don't blame the mallet, the mallet is the best stonemason!" The mallet shook his head and shirked his responsibility.

Zhuang Buyuan rolled his eyes: "The pyramid can't work, will you build something else?" ”

The mallet thought about it and fiddled with it, and soon a model of the building supported by a huge stone pillar appeared on the ground again.

"Master room!"

"This is not the master room, this is the temple, and to some extent, it is also for the dead!"

Zhuang is not far away, this time it is a little progressive, but ......

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

The whole ancient Romanesque building is full of tall pillars, and I am not pole dancing, so why do you need so many pillars......

The mallet began to mumble about the removal of the pillars again, and after a long time of demolition, the temple fell into a stone with a clatter.

"Why! The mallet is the best stonemason!! "With his head in his hands, he has begun to doubt his life.

Why did it fall?

"You can't just tear down the pillars...... Won't you change the structure? Zhuang Buyuan also began to doubt life, and he couldn't communicate with the mallet!

"It was the owner of the village who asked the mallet to dismantle the stone pillar!" The mallet angrily scolded Zhuang not far away.

The mallet toppled 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 don't want windows that high, and I don't want such pointy tops......"

The mallet began to change again, and sure enough, a few seconds later, the model fell to the ground with a thud.

"You should pay attention to the structure!"

"What is the structure? Can you eat it? ”

"You stupid mallet!"

"A mallet isn't stupid! It's the owner of the village who commands randomly! The mallet is a good stonemason! ”

"The mallet is a rotten stonemason!"

"The owner is rotten!"

"Rotten stonemason!"

"Hmph, the mallet is a rotten stonemason anyway!" The mallet stalked its neck, fell backwards, clicked, and scattered into stones all over the ground, and it really became a rotten stonemason......

Zhuang Buyuan was so angry that he kicked the mallet's head, and then hugged his foot and screamed in pain.

A group of minions shook their heads.

Haven't these two grown up yet?

Sure enough, there was another quarrel.

Zhuang Buyuan sat down on a round stone with his chest clutched, and his chest hurt.

It's been grinding with this guy for a few days, and this guy is as stubborn as a stone, and so on, this guy is a stone.

Zhuang Buyuan found that for the mallets, building stones is like an instinct, they can let the stones pile up in various shapes as they like, once they complete the structure, it is stable, but they don't seem to understand why at all, let alone what structure is, what is strength.

If this is okay, but they are stubborn to death, and they refuse to build the various modern styles selected by Zhuang Buyuan, and they will only build three kinds of them, that is, the pyramid type, the temple type, and the church type just now......

What kind of miserable life did the ancient manor owners live!

Can this kind of thing live in people? Stumble!

This is the stonemason that the owners of the manor rely on the most? The strongest stonemason in the Manor Lord's era?

"It's a stupid mallet!"

"Stupid farmer is not allowed to sit on a mallet!" The mallet was still angry, and the round stone that Zhuang was sitting under his ass suddenly rolled away and rolled towards the side of the manor.

Zhuang Buyuan's buttocks were almost broken, lying on the ground, looking up at the rumbling dozens of round stones rolling away together, he really wanted to cry without tears.

I, the lord of the manor, really have no sense of accomplishment.

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

"It's still cute, it's all your fault with the big cow! I don't even have a house to live in now! ”

If you sleep in the carriage again, Zhuang will collapse not far away.

"The owner...... Don't be angry. Damu walked over and comforted Zhuang Buyuan: "Actually, the character of the people is like this, and it is said that the previous owner of the manor has nothing to do with them." ”

This comfort did not look like comfort at all, and Zhuang Buyuan said that he was not happy at all.

"And the man has been dormant for most of his life, his growth is very slow, and the mallet is still a child, and he is now at most the same age as Xiaodian, you teach him slowly, and he will be."

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

Probably this is called expectation bias.

Zhuang didn't think he was seeing a genius engineer, but in fact, the mallet was just a little kid sitting on the ground and building blocks?

Zhuang is not far away to increase the amount with his hands, what have I done!

He was about to regret dying.

"Well, an adult man must be at least a few tens of meters tall, and it is said that an old man can be hundreds of meters tall, otherwise how can he build a majestic master house for the lord of the manor?"

"Moreover, many people only build one building in their lifetime, and once the building is repaired, they will go into dormancy near the building, wait until the building is damaged, and then wake up to repair the house, and then continue to hibernate......"

Zhuang stared at him, what? Could it be that this is the proud state engineer buried in the sewers of Blue Bird City, wrapped in oiled paper?

But it's also so sad that a life is just for a building......

What kind of pathetic creatures have these creatures been domesticated into, the lords of the manor?

But on the other hand, isn't it so pathetic for human beings?

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

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

"Where are you going, owner?"

"Find a mallet to apologize......" Zhuang said not far away.

As the owner of the manor, he actually apologized to the servants?

What is this system?

But if he didn't apologize, Zhuang Buyuan didn't want to go, and when he thought that he was arguing with a four-year-old child just now, Zhuang Buyuan felt very embarrassed.

The mallet lives on the outer side of the west courtyard of the manor, relatively close to the miscellaneous woods.

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

The mallet seems to have brought everything in the manor that has been touched by the stones, so it's no wonder that a lot of things have been missing lately.

The mallet was facing away from Zhuang, sitting on a pile of rocks, his head drooping.

Zhuang walked not far away, and found the mallet crying.

Tears bigger than grapes crackled and dripped on the ground.

"Mallet, don't cry, it's me who is not good, I shouldn't say that you ......" Zhuang climbed up the pile of rocks not far away, patted the knee of the mallet, and said.

"Woo woo, the owner scolded the mallet for being stupid."

"I'm sorry...... It's me who is wrong, I'm the stupid owner. ”

"Woo woo, the owner also scolded the mallet for being a rotten stonemason."

"The mallet isn't rotten at all, it's me rotten!"

"Woo woo, the feet of the mallet are gone, and the owner still scolds the mallet, woo woo woo ......"

Well, the more you persuade, the more the mallet cries.

Zhuang couldn't help it, so he could only gently pat the back of the mallet and comfort him softly.

The tears of the mallet, crackling on the ground, gathered a small pile on the ground, and a fallen leaf fell from the sky, fluttering into the tears, and then instantly turned gray and white.

"Huh?" Zhuang was stunned for a moment, and then realized that something was wrong.

Most of the ground on the manor is fertile soil, and you can grow anything you want.

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

Zhuang looked left and right not far away, carefully pinched up a fallen leaf, and gently touched the tears of the mallet.

Visible to the naked eye, the fallen leaves turned gray, Zhuang Buyuan hurriedly let go, and the fallen leaves fell on the rocks, making a crisp sound.

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

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

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

Zhuang Buyuan slapped the knees of the mallet, looked at the leaves, and fell into deep thought.