So he went straight to a well, fetched some water, and then walked to the previous baked cake stall.

The stall owner thought that Zhang Peng had come back to beat him again, so he hurriedly hid.

But Zhang Peng didn't pay attention to him, but found an open space next to him and dug it up by himself.

Then he used water and mud to sharpen a bench and table with a small broken sword in the arena, and when it was time to finalize the shape, he went to buy a wooden plank and engraved the word "heaven" with the sword.

Then Zhang Peng looked at these two words and smiled, threw away the sword casually, and complained: "What's it, it's not as good as Lin Khan's knife" It's not that he can't use wood to make tables and benches, but wood is very expensive here, he can't afford it, and a wooden board will cost him a point.

I went back and put the wooden board in front of the mud table, and under the table on the mud bench, I looked up at the stunned stall owner next to me, "Boom"

But when Zhang Peng was enthusiastic and wanted to make a fortune by relying on his only ability to use without aura, he found that in the afternoon, no one came to him, but there were always people coming to buy the baked cake stall next to him.

Zhang Peng was really a little depressed, and in the evening, no one came to Zhang Peng, and the stall owner next to him came to talk to Zhang Peng for a while after collecting the stall.

"Boy, give me a hexagram," the stall owner said happily while standing in front of Zhang Peng's mud table.

Zhang Peng was silent for a while, and then said, "Zero-five"

The stall owner nodded "Okay"

Zhang Peng smiled: "What's it?"

The stall owner scratched his head and thought for a while before he said, "Can you give me a stool to sit down first?"

Zhang Peng paused, then handed his stool to the stall owner and squatted down by himself.

Then he continued to ask: "Okay, let's say, what's it?"

The stall owner took the stool and sat down happily, and said in disbelief: "Can you help me calculate where my wife is?"

"Wife? Cheng, of course there is no problem" Zhang Peng waved his hand.

Then Zhang Peng seemed to remember something, and asked, "Hey, have you two ever had sex?"

The stall owner blushed very rarely, and said, "You... Why do you ask this? ”

Zhang Peng said with a serious face: "It's easy to find if you've had sex, but it's hard to find if you haven't done it, you think I want to know?"

Only then did the stall owner blush and speak: "Okay... Walked"

Zhang Peng nodded, took the stall owner's hand, and stretched out his hand to the stall owner: "Give me a knife"

The stall owner wondered, "What are you doing?"

Zhang Peng pouted: "Bloodletting, how can I count without your blood?"

The stall owner was embarrassed and said, "Do you have to take it?" I'm a little scared of pain."

Zhang Peng smiled evilly and looked at a certain body part: "You can also take the blood there, after all, it is more accurate to count the contact with your wife there."

The stall owner gasped, bit his head, took out a knife from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Peng: "Let's take it."

Zhang Peng took the knife and pulled it on the stall owner's hand, and then he found that there seemed to be nothing to hold blood, and he used a cloth to stop the stall owner's wound to stop the bleeding.

In the puzzled eyes of the stall owner, Zhang Peng said embarrassedly: "You wait for me, I'll go find something"

Stallholder: "...... How do I feel like I've been cheated?"

After coming over for a while, Zhang Peng came over with a small wooden bowl, and the stall owner saw that there were many symbols on it that he couldn't understand, which should have been carved by Zhang Peng.