Teacher He of the Siheyuan

The magic weapon has its own divinity.

Seeing no one left and right, He Daqing took out the Seven Star Sword from the space.

This knife is only the size of a watermelon knife. Its overall appearance is black, with only some simple and simple patterns printed on it. There is a cold and hard light shining on the blade.

It doesn't look all that great at first glance.

He Daqing held Prime Minister Cao's favorite knife in his hand, and felt a little itchy for a moment. It happened that there were some discarded scrap irons on the ground, which were covered with traces of rain corrosion.

These iron blocks are said to be scrap iron but their hardness is still harder than bricks. They are just right for testing the sharpness of this knife.

So He Daqing began to stack these iron blocks ten layers, and did not stop until he reached the calf height.

He Daqing held the knife in his right hand without any hesitation, and directly slashed it down.

I saw the light of the knife flashing past, while the pieces of scrap iron on the ground remained motionless, neatly placed not far from He Daqing's calf.

He Daqing wondered in his heart, could it be that he chopped it crookedly.

"No, it's impossible to chop crooked with my technique."

His body has been systematically transformed, and he is equipped with several lost divine skills.

"What kind of empty hands"

"What a mess"

"What seven in and seven out"

The hands are incredibly flexible.

Can do many difficult movements.

Not to mention strength is balance, and it is even more stable than Yi Zhonghai, an eighth-level fitter.

How could it be crooked!
But just now there was no hesitation of hitting something.

Feeling puzzled, He Daqing slowly squatted down and carefully looked at the pieces of scrap iron on the ground.

With the help of the light, He Daqing could see clearly every grain on the iron block. He saw a tiny, undetectable fine line in the middle, which was very neat and straight from top to bottom, and he took a deep breath.

"Damn it, is it that sharp?"

"It's going to be cut on the person. I'm afraid it won't be a second cut if it's not for the feast on the same day."

And cutting iron like vegetables is just its appearance,
The real power of this small knife is that it can increase the owner's luck.

In other words, it is to increase the value of personal charm invisibly!
As expected of Prime Minister Cao's consecration!
"But I've already had enough good luck, no matter how many stupid Zhuzi's stepmothers, I'm afraid I won't be able to call them."

He Daqing clapped his hands and left.

After a while, Yi Zhonghai also passed by here, but he didn't notice anything strange on the ground.

It wasn't until it was time for another cup of tea that a figure stumbled over.

It was Xu Damao who was taught a lesson by his godfather with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Xu Damao dragged his injured body and cursed, trying to repay the humiliation just now with his mouth.

"Damn Yi Zhonghai, the eighth-level fitter is actually so powerful!"

"Just wait for me, in a few years you will be too old to move, and see how I can treat you"

Xu Damao was thinking about venting the grievance in his stomach, while moving his steps and walked a few more steps, but he accidentally moved a little too far and involved the wound.

"hiss"

Xu Damao groaned in pain. He suddenly saw a pile of scrap iron neatly stacked in front of him and wanted to sit down and have a rest.

So he sat down directly.

then…….

Then Xu Damao's face turned from white to blue, and then immediately turned from green to red as if he had changed his face, and the veins on his neck burst out.

pain!
Extreme pain!

The gut-piercing pain!

Heartbreaking pain!

Xu Damao's pain was almost blurred, and he felt something strange and hard.

Ripped him apart!

Those pieces of iron were like knives cutting his butt open, opening his eyes.

He Daqing only heard about this matter in the afternoon.

"Director, you don't know that Xu Damao's lower body is covered in blood, more blood than a woman's."

Cao Aman proudly talked about the scene he saw with a cigarette in his mouth. This incident was very rumored in the rolling mill.

A big man was in the open space of a steel rolling mill during the day, and suddenly hemorrhage profusely from his lower body.

It's too tm evil.

Some people said that Xu Damao was beaten.

Others said that Xu Damao fell down by himself.

Another theory is that it has something to do with Yi Zhonghai. Someone saw Xu Damao approaching Yi Zhonghai angrily, and it didn't take long for the two of them to go out.

Xu Damao fell into a pool of blood with his lower body flushed.

The story is weird, and the workers who eat melons are also spreading rumors.

He Daqing didn't expect that he would hear such explosive news when he just came out to smoke a cigarette.

Cao Aman exhaled a puff of smoke ring, and said in a low voice, "Director He, I suspect that the relationship between Yi Zhonghai and Xu Damao is not normal."

The tone is full of unscrupulous frivolity.

He Daqing waved his hand and said, "Okay, work is the main thing during work hours, these things may not be what you think"

Cao Aman was interrupted in the middle of his speech, and he didn't dare to resist his immediate superior, so he planned to go back to the second canteen and continue explaining the gossip.

A worker who sent Xu Damao to the hospital came back and asked Yi Zhonghai, his godfather, to reimburse the hospitalization expenses.

Only then did Yi Zhonghai in the production workshop know about Xu Damao's hospitalization, but he never dreamed that he would be eaten by someone one day.

It's still this kind of unscrupulous melon!
As for the person involved, Xu Damao, no one cared about him.

…………

Time comes to afternoon.

There was no hospitality task today, so He Da got off work early in the morning and rode his beloved bicycle out of the gate of the rolling mill.

Not to see Xu Damao.

But there are more important people to meet.

The bicycle rode all the way through the streets and alleys, and finally came to a remote courtyard.

This is a house that He Daqing rented before, and he valued the remoteness of the location.

Very quiet, almost no acquaintances!
The door was unlocked. He Daqing pushed the car and opened the door and went in. Someone inside was busy with dinner.

"Uncle He, you're here." Ding Qiunan put down the spoon and said in surprise.

"Qiu Nan, it's been a long time and she's beautiful again."

The person in front of him with long black hair and bright facial features, especially a pair of eyes that seem to be able to talk, is Ding Qiunan who has returned from studying.

In the past few years, Ding Qiunan has been studying in the General Factory Hospital, and from time to time, he has some assignments to go to practice in places other than Sijiu City.

Therefore, it is difficult for He Daqing and her to see each other all year round, and the oldest way of communication is to write letters!
Ding Qiunan would write some recent events in his letters, like a little girl writing all the interesting and boring things around her to He Daqing.

Write to this person who always makes her want to forget, but always remembers again and again.

Every letter written by He Daqing will make Ding Qiunan think about it again and again, making her worry about it.

The address and key here were all sent to her by He Daqing last time.

Now, more than three years later, Ding Qiunan finally finished her studies. She was the first person to apply to return to the steel repair factory.

"Comrade Qiunan welcome back"

He Daqing went straight up with a bear hug and expressed his welcome with practical actions.

"Uncle He, thank you"

Ding Qiunan didn't know what to say, so he said thank you.