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The Instructor Li did not have any further comments, and instead suggested, "Either we go out to purchase some bricks ourselves, there are a few brick factories at the periphery of the Zhuan County City, there are all kinds of bricks, we can go buy some of them, and on the embankments outside, there will often be brick-pulling masters passing by."

The Instructor Qi raised an objection: "According to previous practice, purchasing training tools and equipment is the job of the Instruction Squadron, or the Bureau, or the Regiment Logistics Department. We don't need to waste so much effort, we can just directly get the Logistics Department to step in."

After settling all the matters, I changed into casual clothes and brought Instructor Fang out of Special Training Team, preparing to purchase bricks.

Just like this, Instructor Fang and I sat on the side of the road, chatting and waiting for the arrival of the 'prey'.

But it was often the opposite. We waited for about an hour, but there was still no sign of the tractor.

You know, in normal times, every time we come out, we will encounter a lot of brick-pulling vehicles, this is a building type of transportation main road, so why is there no brick machine today?

Life is often like this. The more you want it, the more it won't let you have it; the more you don't want it, the more it will reappear in your world.

The Instructor Fang was getting impatient from waiting. He held onto a willow tree and cursed: "Damn it! What are these brick-pulling fellows doing? Why aren't you appearing?! "

I looked at my watch and hurriedly comforted Instructor Fang: "Don't be anxious, wait a little longer. If it doesn't work out, we'll just go to the village and buy some, we won't need much anyway. "

Instructor Fang nodded his head and continued to look ahead with his mouth pursed. Suddenly, she touched his forehead and laughed, then patted my arm and said, "Director Zhao taught me, don't you feel that we are like …" It was stuck.

I smiled. "Like what?"

The Instructor Fang replied: "Doesn't look like anything, anyways they're pretty silly. "If you have nothing better to do, come out and buy bricks. Those who don't know better would think that we're crazy!"

I thought about it for a moment and felt the same way.

However, there was nothing he could do about it. Acting hard energy skills and breaking bricks had long become the most basic way of performing. Whether it was to train the special forces or to practice hard energy skills, bricks were undoubtedly the most practical and persuasive tool.

He really didn't know how many rocks and forests he would destroy every year for the sake of the country.

After half an hour of waiting, a brick-pulling tractor finally came rolling over.

Instructor Fang and I immediately stood up in excitement, staring at the approaching tractor.

Instructor Fang waved happily, his face was full of joy as he shouted out, "Master of Brick Drawing, quick, quick, quick …"

On the other hand, I didn't lose my composure as the Instructor Fang did. I simply held a cigarette in my mouth and waited for the arrival of the tractor.

When the tractor approached, the Instructor Fang made a gesture to make the tractor to stop.

The driver of the tractor was a fat man who probably thought we were having a ride, so he showed no sign of slowing down.

Seeing that the driver had no intention to stop, Instructor Fang directly stood in front of the tractor, forcing the tractor driver to brake and stopped.

The driver frowned and said, "What bad ride? You have to take my brick-pulling tractor, and there's no place for you to sit!"

He did take us for hitchhikers, and pointed impatiently at the tall, neat, new car of bricks, intending to have nowhere to sit.

I quickly explained, "We're not going for a ride. We want your brick."

Hearing that, the fat driver was stunned for a moment. He sized Instructor Fang and I up and said, "The two of you don't seem like people who want bricks. What do you want bricks for?"

Instructor Fang immediately took him over. "It's not like we don't want to give you money, why do you care!"

The fat driver laughed, "Looking at your clothes, you should be from the city. It doesn't seem that you have any use for bricks, right? Besides, who would want a brick halfway through? "

I was a little angry with the fat driver for asking so many questions. I leaned over to the back of the car, picked up a brick and held it tightly in my right hand. I put my left palm on it, and with a crack, the brick broke in half.

The Instructor Fang came over and asked: "How is this brick, is it suitable for show?"

I said, "I didn't feel it. I just felt that the brick was very brittle. It broke without using any strength!"

Instructor Fang also picked up a brick and said, "Then I'll try."

He gripped the corner of the brick tightly, and with a slight force of his right hand, the brick broke into two pieces.

The Instructor Fang thought for a while and said: "I think this brick is not too bad. It isn't too hard nor too weak, it's just suitable for our performance."

I weighed a whole brick in my hand and studied it, wondering if I could use this brick as a special brick for the Reporting Performance.

However, the fat driver was surprised when he saw this. He jumped down from the driver's seat, picked up the broken brick and asked, "What are you doing? Are you playing with my brick? "Twenty cents is the same, you guys are too wasteful …"

Although the fat driver looked valiant, his heart was actually so small that it seemed as if he had lost a few pieces of brick. Looking at his pained expression, it was as if he had lost several thousand yuan.

I said to the fat driver, "Don't worry, we will pay you for the broken brick."

Who would have thought that this fat driver would actually go against us, clicking his tongue and complaining, "Even if you pay me, you can't casually destroy bricks. Do you know how many steps this brick has to go through before it turns into a good brick? "Yet you all broke the brick with a 'pa pa pa' sound. Isn't this a disaster …"

The fat driver's words made us feel both amused and angry. It was the first time we had seen such a real brickmaker.

Instructor Fang frowned as he explained to the fat driver: "We are part of the army, using bricks is mainly meant for training, I hope that you can make it convenient for us to sell us the bricks."

The fat driver shook his body and laughed, "The hard Qi training is so fun, so fun."

I was surprised, thinking this fat driver was really a weirdo, but how come his every move didn't look like a brick-pulling driver at all?

It was a flash of feeling.

The fat driver suddenly handed me a cigarette and chatted with me for a while. He climbed up onto the driver's seat and sat down cross-legged.

One sentence shocked me beyond belief. I nodded. "How did you know?"

The fat driver laughed and said, "I've lived around here for more than 10 years, so of course I know a bit. I can tell that you are all practitioner son, but I was actually also … He was also a practitioner son, but later on he got tired of the fighting life, became tired of it and became lazy, so he just went back to his hometown in the countryside and lived this kind of idyllic life. Although it was a bit bitter, it was also a pretty happy life … "

Instructor Fang looked at the fat driver from head to toe and could not help but frown.

To be exact, this head of his didn't even look like a practitioner son.

The fat driver seemed to see our doubts and immediately let out a smile. He tilted his head and asked: "What? You don't believe me?"

Instructor Fang shook his head: "I don't quite believe it."

Suddenly, the fat driver seemed to have changed his appearance. He nimbly jumped off the driver's seat, walked to the back of the car and picked up a brick. He clenched his left hand, and with two fingers of his right hand, he struck the brick.

Instructor Fang and I were stunned.

This world was simply too crazy. Who would have thought that a driver that seemed so blind would actually know kung fu?

To be exact, both Instructor Fang and I were shocked.

On the other hand, the fat driver took the initiative to introduce himself, "My name is Huang Weijian, I won't hide it from you all, ten-odd years ago, my body wasn't this fat. At that time, I was also a martial artist, and I loved martial arts all day long. Doubts arose. I just went straight back to my village and lived a life of peace and quiet. It's a long story … " The fat driver's words were a little messy and seemed a little rude, but from the perspective of the Instructor Fang and I, this seemed to be a very unbelievable matter.