It’s just that Fu Beimo couldn’t control the strength well, and his hammer often hit nothing.
Yan Funing suggested: "Bei Mo, you hold the bamboo pole and I will beat it."
"good."
Fu Beimo nodded and grabbed the bamboo pole with both hands.
As she swung the hammer, Yan Funing once again felt deeply that she was too delicate.
The hammer was quite heavy, and when she swung it upwards, her wrist unconsciously moved downwards, and she could barely hold on.
A full quarter of an hour had passed, and the two men had only nailed three thin bamboo poles.
Fu Ciyi was quietly writing calligraphy, and all the sounds outside came into his ears.
He looked at the peanuts and melon seeds on the plate, then looked at a few peanuts whose red coatings had been removed by a woman.
As if by some mysterious force, he put down his pen and put the peanuts into his mouth.
In just a moment, he walked out of the room.
"How long are you going to keep nailing it?"
At the rate these two are going, they won’t be able to finish the job by tomorrow.
His eyes moved to the three newly nailed bamboo poles, which looked crooked, and he asked again, "Are these considered nailed down?"
Fu Beimo said: "It's difficult."
Yan Funing pursed her lips and said nothing.
She didn't want to do that, but the ground was compacted and it was really difficult to nail it.
Fu Ciyi walked to the fence and took the hammer from Yan Funing.
Their hands did not touch directly, but only touched in mid-air, but Yan Funing still felt the slight coolness of his palm.
Like him.
When he saw her, his eyes and eyebrows were cold.
Now, before their hands even touched her, he showed her that he was cold.
Haha, it’s no big deal if you refuse to teach her how to read and write.
She will ask again next time.
The main focus is on being sincere and studious.
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