C225 Staying by Trees and Waiting for Rabbits

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."

I said to the Instructor Qi, "I'm afraid that it will be too late by then. We will have to officially report the performance tomorrow. Furthermore, they also don't know which kind of brick is more suitable, so I think that we should go out and purchase them ourselves. Just as Instructor Fang said, we should bring two of the weakest students with regards to hard Qi skills. After all, reporting on this performance is of great importance, and we must take it seriously. We must not be careless in the slightest. "

The instructors did not have any objections to my suggestion.

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

Actually, being an instructor in Special Training Team is very pitiful. We don't even have a private car, so Instructor Fang and I can only walk.

However, ever since the last time Chief Officer brought the curator to visit me, and got the cold eye of the curator, this Chief Officer was no longer as overzealous towards me as he was before. He didn't even bother to talk to me. It was clear that he didn't want me to give him face, so he decided to hate me and didn't want to socialize with me anymore.

Sometimes, thinking about it, it was really not easy to be alive, especially when one was a official of the Secret Service.

How many relationships to handle? If you don't handle a relationship well, you'll offend people; how much work needs to be done? If you don't do one job well, you lose it all; how many tasks need to be dealt with...

On the other hand, there was a dam on the outskirts of the Teaching Group, and there would often be cars pulling bricks and rocks passing by. Instructor Fang and I stood on the dam and looked around for a while, then sat down under a few white poplar trees and waited.

The Instructor Fang suddenly became worried and said, "Chief Instructor Zhao, what if we don't find someone to pull the brick over to us?"

I comforted her, "How could that be possible?" Normally, there are a lot of people who bring bricks to this dam. It can't be that they won't get out of the car just because we want to use it, right? "

Instructor Fang faintly smiled, "That's true. I hope we're not so unlucky. "

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 gaze into the distance with his mouth pursed. Suddenly, she stroked his forehead and smiled, then patted my arm: "Sect Leader Zhao, don't you think that we are …" 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 his hands 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."

After hearing that, fat driver was stunned. He sized me and Instructor Fang up and said, "You two don't look 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!"

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

I got a bit angry at fat driver's way of asking until the end. I got close to the rear car, casually picked up a brick, held it tightly in my right hand, and raised it up with my left palm. With a "pa" sound, the brick was broken into two.

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 and studied it in front of me, wondering if I could use it as a special piece for reporting a performance.

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

Although this fat driver looked fierce, he actually had a very small heart. After breaking a few of his bricks, he looked at fat driver with a pained look, as if he had lost thousands of dollars.

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

Who knew that fat driver would actually go against us, and complained: "You can't casually destroy bricks even if you pay. Do you know, how many procedures to turn this brick into a good brick? "You guys, on the other hand, smashed this brick with a 'pa pa pa' sound. Isn't this a disaster …"

fat driver's words made us laugh and be angry, this is the first time we have seen such a genuine brick boss.

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

fat driver shook his body, then chuckled: "Training hard Qi skills, very fun, very fun."

I was stunned, thinking, this fat driver is really a weirdo, why does his every move look like he isn't pulling a brick driver?

It was a flash of feeling.

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, asking: "You are from Secret Service right?"

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

fat driver laughed: "I've lived in this area for more than ten years, so of course I know a bit. From what I can see, you are all practitioner son. Actually, I also used to be a … He was also a practitioner son, but later on he got tired of the fighting life. When he became tired of it and became lazy, he simply went back to his hometown in the countryside and lived this kind of idyllic life of his. Although it was a bit bitter, it was also a pretty happy life … "

Instructor Fang looked up and down at fat driver and could not help but frown.

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

fat driver seemed to have seen through 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."

In that moment, fat driver seemed to have changed his appearance. He nimbly jumped down from the driver's seat, walked to the front of the rear car, picked up a brick, held it tightly in his left hand, and extended two fingers out to strike the brick. With a 'pa' sound, the brick was shattered into two by his waist.

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, this fat driver took the initiative to announce his family's name, "My name is Huang Weijian, to tell you the truth, ten years ago, my body wasn't this fat. At that time, we were also people in the martial way, and we loved martial arts everyday. Doubts arose. I just went straight back to my village and lived a life of peace and quiet. "It's a long story …" fat driver's way of speaking was a little messy and it seemed a little abrupt, but in my and my opinion, this seemed to be a very unbelievable matter.