"Stealing half a day of leisure, the mood is half Buddha and half fairy!"

Zhang Daman muttered to himself, crossed his legs, squinted his eyes, reveled in the warm winter sun, and was busy for such a while, finally had his leisure.

He skillfully matched the poem "Monk's House of Helin Temple" by Li She, a famous poet of the Tang Dynasty, with the sentence "Half and Half Song" by the Qing Dynasty scholar Li Mi'an, showing that he was very cultured.

To tell the truth, Zhang Daman is not an old farmer who doesn't know a word, he is literate and likes to read.

In his previous life, he liked to spend five cents to read those online novels, but he also liked to read classics of Chinese culture.

In his opinion, online novels are fast food at roadside stalls, and reading books is only cool, while the classics of Chinese culture are different, with rich cultural heritage, which is suitable for improving one's self-cultivation.

To use a popular analogy, reading online novels is like going to a Qinglou to prostitute herself, as long as the girl is good-looking, the bed is sweet, and she serves the prostitutes well, that is where the value lies.

And reading the classics of Chinese culture is to pursue the yellow flower girl, my fair lady, and the gentleman, and I may not be able to ask for it, and I will be convinced.

With the impetuousness of society, it has evolved more and more into an era of liars and liars, and prostitutes and prostitutes.

However, Zhang Daman is not a cynical "angry youth", as a small people, as long as the country is peaceful and prosperous, living and working in peace and contentment, it is the greatest happiness.

As long as there is no war in the country, it is the greatest blessing for the common people.

War, it is the people who suffer!

"Zhang Daman!"

Just as he was immersed in his lazy world, a very discordant voice floated into his ears, and the feeling was really like a "buzzing" fly or mosquito that kept calling, which would only make people want to slap this mosquito to death!

Don't look at it, of course Zhang Daman knows who is coming.

Xiang Guoyuan, the village party secretary, carried three men with thick arms behind him, and that posture was like his personal bodyguard.

However, these three thugs did not show off at all, neither had the tattoos of the green dragon and white tiger tattooed on their arms, nor did they dye their hair colorful.

The strong muscles, just like those fitness trainers, have no excess fat on the tendons and flesh all over their bodies.

"Get out, don't bother Lao Tzu!" Zhang Daman's eyes didn't bother to open, he shook a sentence, and continued to cross his legs, shaking.

Who knows, as soon as he waved his hand to Guoyuan, one of the tendon meat men walked over and raised a kick.

"Ahh

Xiang Guoyuan and the other two tendon meat men thought that Zhang Daman had been kicked and screamed.

looked closely, but found that it was the tendon meat man who covered his toes and grinned in pain, while Zhang Daman was lying on the stool, and he didn't know when he moved his position.

Just then, the tendon meat man kicked over and kicked it on the corner of the stool.

"With you jumping clowns, you dare to sneak attack Lao Tzu!" Zhang Daman turned over and sat on the stool, his body spun around, and a pair of contemptuous eyes glanced at Xiang Guoyuan and the three tendon meat men he brought.

Xiang Guoyuan pointed at Zhang Daman and scolded, "Zhang Daman, you dog-called Diao Min, new hatred and old hatred, we should also break and settle it." ”

Zhang Daman's contempt and sighed slightly, "Xiang Guoyuan, why are you so full of food, do you have to find yourself boring?"

Xiang Guoyuan didn't talk nonsense, waved his hand, and ordered the three tendon meat men: "Go on, beat me to death!"

The three tendon meat men were originally accomplices and thugs found in the county town at a cost to Guoyuan.

These three tendon meat men are not famous, advocating martial arts, and are real practitioners.

The employer ordered, and the three tendon meat men glanced at each other, raised their fists, and pounced on Zhang Daman, the posture was like a tiger pounced.

Zhang Daman sneered, and when the three tendon men punched, he turned around, and the stool was blocked in the air.

"Click!"

One of the tendon men punched through the stool in his hand, and the other flew up and fell with a kick, breaking the stool into two.

Hiss!

Zhang Daman took a deep breath and frowned slightly, "Ouch, you have some ability, your limbs are developed, your mind is simple, doesn't it hurt to kick and hit the stool?"

The remaining tendon-clad man stepped forward and punched Zhang Daman's chest.

Zhang Daman thought in his heart, these three tendon meat men are very tough.

It's a pity that when he met him, who practiced Tai Chi, he overcame rigidity with softness, took a slight step out of his feet, staggered his palms, and slapped it out with one palm, towards the chest of the tendon meat man who was beaten.

Seeing him slap it with his palm, unexpectedly Zhang Daman's palm turned into a claw, and grabbed the crotch of the tendon-fleshy man like a vine.

Grab it hard, and then slap it out with a palm.

The tendon meat man seemed to hear the sound of his own eggs breaking, no matter how strong a man was, the crotch of his pants was weak.

Zhang Daman is not a gentleman, he will not follow the routine with you when he fights.

He clearly knew that these three muscular men were not bad at hard work, and they were hard-hitting, and they were bound to suffer a loss.

Therefore, as soon as he made a move, he overcame rigidity with softness, and did not play cards according to the routine at all, grabbing and palming, knocking one of the tendon meat men away.

The other two tendon meat men were dumbfounded,, what the hell is this Diao Min? How can you play yin like this?

However, the two of them immediately became smarter, and when they pounced, they protected their crotch, for fear that Zhang Daman would attack their lifeline again.

Xiang Guoyuan was stunned, he really wanted to break Zhang Daman's body into thousands of pieces in order to vent the hatred in his heart.

The two tendon meat men protected the crotch, and they became a little timid, Zhang Daman smug a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, took a step, raised a kick, and pretended to kick the crotch of one of the tendon meat men.

Nima, come again? Do you have any other tricks?

The tendon meat man protected his crotch with both hands, but Zhang Daman's script was a false move, but the real killing move was in his hand, clenching his fists, and punching the tendon meat man in the face with a "bang".

The tendon man was dizzy, and the punch burst the bridge of his nose, and blood gushed out of his nostrils.

Xiang Guoyuan, the dog said, your ancestors for eighteen generations, didn't you say, teach a Diao people a lesson?

Where the hell is Diao Min, it's a master, it must be a master!

Two tendon meat men were beaten by Zhang Daman one after another, and the remaining tendon meat man didn't dare to start his fists and kicks, how did he know what routine Zhang Daman would do?

"Humph! Ignorant and stupid garbage!"

Zhang Daman shook his head, it was really speechless to meet such a pig-like opponent.

"Pick up the crotch!"

He shook and kicked over, and the tendon meat man hurriedly protected his crotch with both hands, revealing an embarrassed smile.

The brain is a good thing, how can there be such stupid scum?