Becoming a big boss in the courtyard starts with pork

When the kitchen knife was swung down, the leading middle-aged man tightly closed his eyes.

In those few tenths of a second, he seemed to have prayed to all the gods, Buddhas and ghosts he could think of.

As he felt a gust of wind and a violent loud noise, the middle-aged man felt that he had lost all consciousness.

In an instant, he was dead.

But as his consciousness gradually woke up, he found that he could feel the presence of his body again.

The pain of the scraped palms, the coldness of the wall behind you, the moisture between your legs...

The return of this series of feelings made the middle-aged man realize that he was not dead.

He opened his eyes carefully, and saw a large group of people in front of him looking at him.

Zhang Xing, who had just wielded a knife to chop him, had already led Lin Fang away, and only a figure from behind was in his sight.

But the knife that Zhang Xing was holding just now disappeared.

The middle-aged man moved his limbs under the gaze of everyone, but he was still able to move.

call--

so far so good!

Just when the middle-aged man was glad that he was still alive and wanted to stand up.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a kitchen knife almost close to him, half of it inserted into the wall.

hiss--

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, and whatever courage he had left in his heart just now was frightened away.

After the middle-aged man was carried away by his companions, Yan Jiecheng went to close the door.

Sankui, on the other hand, walked to where the middle-aged man was paralyzed on the ground.

He looked at the remaining water stains on the ground with disgust, took the shovel next to him, and shoveled some dry soil to cover it.

After Sankui finished the cleaning work, he bent down and prepared to pull out the kitchen knife embedded in the wall.

"What kind of broken wall is this?"

Sankui was still complaining about the quality of the wall. After all, a kitchen knife could be embedded halfway in. What was the difference between this and a block of tofu?

"Ok?"

Sankui held the handle of the kitchen knife and felt confused.

"Sangui, what's wrong with you?"

After closing the door, Yan Jiecheng saw Sankui squatting motionless by the wall, so he came over curiously and asked him what was wrong.

"fine!"

Upon hearing Yan Jiecheng's voice, Sankui immediately stood up straight, acting as if nothing had happened.

"Then I'm going to prepare grass for the little piglet."

Seeing Sangui's appearance, Yan Jiecheng was a little curious, but he didn't ask any further questions.

After Yan Jiecheng walked away, Sankui bent down again and put his hand on the handle of the kitchen knife.

His other hand was holding on to the wall.

Before, he thought the wall was not strong and did not dare to support it.

But when this hand touches the wall, it is solid!

Sankui supported the wall with one hand, and held the handle of the kitchen knife with the other hand, exerting force outwards, trying to pull out the kitchen knife.

However, the kitchen knife seemed to have been embedded in the wall when the wall was being built. Facing Sankui's strong pull, the kitchen knife did not move at all.

"Sangui, you can't do this. Men can't be so vain!"

What Ling Sankui didn't expect was that Yan Jiecheng came back without knowing when, and he even saw this scene.

Just now, Sankui realized that he didn't pull out the kitchen knife because he was worried that Yan Jiecheng would see the joke.

Seeing Sankui's embarrassed look, Yan Jiecheng felt extremely happy.

In the past, Sankui always showed off to Yan Jiecheng and the others that he had practiced kung fu.

Although Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang were not convinced, they had discussed with San Kui several times. Unless they joined forces, they would not be San Kui's opponents at all.

Seeing that Sangui was losing strength, Yan Jiecheng couldn't be happier.

It's a pity that liberation is not here.

"I didn't use all my strength just now, just look at it."

Seeing that he was being laughed at by Yan Jiecheng, Sankui could not bear this and continued to talk tough.

After saying that, Sankui did a few stretching movements and moved his arms and legs.

After taking a deep breath, Sankui once again supported the wall and held his hand on the handle of the knife.

Hey--

Seeing that the kitchen knife was still motionless, Sankui grasped the handle of the knife with both hands and pressed his feet firmly against the wall.

Hey--

Even after exhausting all his strength, Sankui still tried his best to restrain the ferocious expression on his face.

We can't let Yan Jiecheng be looked down upon!

It's a pity that even if Sangui had such strong faith, he still didn't pull out the kitchen knife.

When Sankui stood up straight again, he stood aside and looked at the kitchen knife embedded in the wall, his eyes filled with all kinds of incredulity.

"Hahahaha, I just told you that you are vain, but you still talk harshly!"

Seeing Sangui's exaggerated appearance, Yan Jiecheng was actually puzzled.

If Sankui is weak, it is impossible that he cannot pull out a kitchen knife.

Yan Jiecheng knew that this wall was probably built by Zhang Xing and others later. It was only used to separate the space in the farm and was not very strong.

However, Yan Jiecheng was puzzled. He still felt that Sankui might not have the right angle.

Maybe the kitchen knife happened to be stuck on something in the wall.

"Look at me!"

"Bah! Bah!"

Yan Jiecheng pretended to stand facing the wall, holding the handle of the kitchen knife with both hands, and then began to shake it up and down and left and right.

Originally, he wanted to shake it so that the kitchen knife wouldn't get stuck too tightly.

But when Yan Jiecheng actually got started, he realized that despite all the effort, the kitchen knife wouldn't move at all.

"Yan Jiecheng, you can't do it either. Men can't be so vain!"

Seeing Yan Jiecheng's appearance, Sankui found the right moment and returned Yan Jiecheng's words intact.

"you--"

Just as Sankui and Yan Jiecheng were squatting by the wall, studying how to get the kitchen knife out.

Zhang Xing took Lin Fang to the lounge behind the duty room.

This place was originally used by Liu Lan to rest. Lin Fang has been living here in the past few days, guarding the breeding farm.

Looking at the unmade bed in the lounge and the messy things on the table, Lin Fang felt a little embarrassed.

She really didn't have the extra energy to clean up these things recently.

Lin Fang wanted to clean up quickly, but found that her hand was still holding Zhang Xing's.

"Brother Xing."

Lin Fang called out to Zhang Xing in a slightly embarrassed voice.

Zhang Xing looked at Lin Fang's appearance, let go of her hand, and then touched her head again.

"Thanks a lot."

After hearing Zhang Xing's words, Lin Fang's tears that had stopped flowing out again uncontrollably.

Since there was no news about Zhang Xing, countless people with the idea of ​​​​a breeding farm have appeared.

In the past few days, she had been relying on the faith in her heart to persevere. Zhang Xing's concern made her completely relax.

But she didn't forget another important thing.

"Brother Xing, please quickly find a way to save Sister Lan!"