Uncle Ya's words shook my heart suddenly, and I always thought that Chang Chun would be beaten with iron.

I didn't expect to be so vulnerable in the face of catastrophe.

Monkeys are not an isolated case, and people who turn their heads and run for their lives abound.

If it goes on like this, all the pressure will be overwhelmingly on Wang Ju.

Don't say anything else, Chen Changming, a bastard, does all the things that bring disaster to the country and the people.

As long as Wang Ju fights against him, then he is a hero.

There's no way I'm going to leave him alone!

"Uncle Ya!"

I slapped my chest on the mountain: "Don't worry, I won't run when the sky falls!"

"I've heard that you and Wang Ju had a very unpleasant quarrel." Uncle Ya stared at me for a long time, "You're not comforting me?"

"No!"

There was a moment of silence, as if he was struggling with something, brushing his beard with one hand.

"I'll tell you a secret, and you won't know when you're done."

"Good!"

Uncle Ya pointed to the south: "There is a nursing home behind Nanshan, which was opened by Wang Ju."

"You only know that he loves money, but you don't know that his money is spent there."

Wang Ju is indeed a bit righteous.

But to say that he is so loving, I still have some doubts.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Uncle Ya added, "The people there are all old people from the Ivy Spring Society."

"When I was young, I gave Chang Chun a hard time, and when I was old and weak, I was raised by Wang Ju."

My heart feels like I've experienced an earthquake of magnitude 8.

Wang Ju is so greedy for money that he has even lost his bottom line, and I once hated this kind of behavior.

Now I know from Uncle Ya's mouth that all the money he earns goes to support others!

This absolutely subverts my three views!

Uncle Ya patted me on the shoulder: "I am telling you this, not to make you admire anyone, but to tell you that you can truly untie the knot."

Only then did I understand that Uncle Ya was worried that I wouldn't be able to let go.

At this time, Ji Canghai walked up and said in a low voice, "If you want to fight, count me in!"

After a pause, Ji Canghai did not shy away from saying to Uncle Ya, "Wang Ju, I really don't like him."

"However, these things he has done are worthy of admiration, and I have to do it!"

Uncle Ya nodded excitedly: "Okay, okay, then I'll rest assured."

"When that's all done, I won't stay here for long."

After Uncle Ya left, my heart was pounding.

If a man has no ambition for wealth and wealth, he will have a dignified seven-foot body.

Now that no one is available, it's a good time to make a difference.

Our preparations are in full swing, but Chen Jiayan is in a predicament.

The book did tell her how to use the aversion to victory.

The problem is that she doesn't know how to be a carpenter, not even the tools.

The few things I did before were introductory things, and I didn't need too complicated tools.

But now, it's completely different.

This is a hard technical problem, and it cannot be made up by reading a book for a few days.

Just when we were worried, Wang Ju's phone called.

He didn't say much, just said that there might be action in the next few days, and he was ready to go at any time.

This phone call is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.

The defensive ability of Lu Banshu can be said to be obvious to all.

If it weren't for the gable wall made by Chen Jiayan, we would have been shot dead in the tomb.

Now that the situation is urgent, we will have to do it one day if we can't keep it.

In case Chen Jiayan is not ready, it is equivalent to losing some important forces.

Chen Jiayan looked at a bunch of unformed things, couldn't eat the food he was worried about, and sighed all day long.

Ji Canghai and I, two laymen, stared at each other dryly, and couldn't help at all.

It's been on and off for nearly half a month, I'm real

I couldn't help it, so we met and studied.

Let's go out and find a reliable carpenter.

Tell him what to do, not what to do, so that he can be safe.

Before going out, I asked Wang Haiqiao about it.

The gathering place of Mo Nan's handicraft shops is near Anyang Bridge, and some capable craftsmen are also here.

As soon as I heard these three words, my heart sank.

That leaflet sent out may not be what the Anyang Bridge will do.

Well, let's take a look.

After reversing the bus a few times, the bus finally stopped.

When I looked up, I saw that the Anyang Bridge, which used to be bustling and prosperous, was empty.

The doors of the shops on both sides of the bridge were closed, and there was nothing but the rustle of leaves blowing in the wind.

The appearance of Anyang Bridge is even more dilapidated than I imagined.

Fundamentally speaking, I can't get rid of the current situation.

This kind of conscience condemnation is far more uncomfortable than beating me up.

I walked forward with no hope in my heart.

Before I had walked a few steps, I tilted my head and saw that there seemed to be someone in the shade of the tree.

I walked in and looked, there was a bicycle diagonally on the side of the bridge, and the person next to the bicycle had a newspaper over his face, and he didn't know whether he was asleep or not.

However, when I saw the guise fluttering in the wind, all hope was immediately lost.

"Twenty years of veteran sewers, mobile phone film, flash delivery ...... in the same city"

Tut.

This doesn't seem to be the same as the craftsman I'm looking for.

As I passed by, the man slammed open the newspaper: "Boss, do you want someone to work?"

The moment he took off the newspaper, we were both stunned.

It's a little white.

That's right, it's Xiaobai who made a jujube wood sword into a kitchen knife!