Its fingers are also very thick, but it is particularly flexible when playing with stones. It seems that there is a strange magic. No matter whether it piles up these stones, it can make them stand still and not fall down. He almost casually throws stones together, and this process is as magical as magic.

Several servants passed by and saw Zhuang sitting with the wooden stick not far away. "Is the owner quarreling with the wooden stick again?"
"It’s been noisy for three days and there’s no breakthrough …"
"Don’t change the way of communication today, maybe two people can take the frequency band …" Someone pointed to the wooden club hand stone way
A pyramid-like building was set up in the hands of a stone mallet on the ground like magic, and then the urn pointed angrily at the stone road "master room!" "
The sound of the mallet is deep and deep, as if there are dozens of resonance cavities in the chest.
Not far from Zhuang, I stared blankly at the pyramid. Can this thing live? Isn’t the pyramid for the dead? Fall!
There’s a big gap in size, even if it’s a wooden stick and a stone model, it’s not far from Zhuang. When he probes in, he sees that it’s almost solid …
How can people live here?
"The inside of the wooden stick is bigger" Zhuang said to the wooden stick not far away.
The wooden stick grabs the head and reaches out to dig out stones from the inside, digging out the pyramid model and crashing down.
The wooden stick gawked at the collapsed pyramid. "How is that possible? Tuo people build master room how can fall … "
"Of course, you will fall down when you pay out the support inside …" Zhuang added his forehead not far away.
"Don’t blame the mallet for being the best stonemason!" The wooden stick shook its head and shirked its responsibility.
Zhuang not far away rolled his eyes. "If the pyramid doesn’t work, will you build it?"
The wooden stick thought about it and fiddled with it. Soon, a building model supported by huge stone pillars appeared again.
"Master room!"
"This is not the master’s room either. This is a temple, which is also for the dead to some extent!"
Not far from Zhuang, I have made some progress this time, but.
He looked in and said, "There are too many columns and the lighting is too bad!" "
The whole Roman architecture is full of tall columns. It’s not like dancing pole. Why do you need so many columns …
The wooden stick muttered again that the temple had been demolished for a long time and collapsed into stones.
"what! The wooden stick is that b stonemason! ！” Clutches with hands on their heads have doubted life.
What will fall?
"You can’t just dismantle the column … won’t you change a structure?" Not far from Zhuang, I doubt my life. I simply communicate with the wooden stick method!
"It’s the landlord who let the wooden stick tear down the stone pillar!" It’s not far from the village with a wooden stick.
The wooden stick knocked down the temple model again, and after a while, another model was piled up.
"No, this thing is a church, and this thing is not for people to live in! I don’t want so high windows and so spires … "
The wooden stick changed the fruit again, or the model crashed to the ground in a few seconds.
"You should pay attention to a structure!"
"What is the structure? Can you eat? "
"You stupid wooden stick!"
"The wooden stick is not stupid! It’s the landlord who gives orders! The wooden stick is a good stonemason! "
"The wooden stick is a rotten stonemason!"
"The landlord is rotten!"
"rotten stonemason!"