Zhao Yuanle looked at his hands and the skin of the tree, and was silent.

It turns out that the pig skin is so thick, she just raised one and reached this point. Tsk, it’s so terrifying.

After calmly putting down the broken tree, Zhao Yuanle: "I have calluses on my hands, so I'm not afraid."

Mo Qiuer nodded slowly.

She didn't know it yet. It turned out that Zhao Yuanle was a diligent girl who often worked, so she had extra points!

Mo Qingshan looked at Zhao Yuanle's white and tender hand, and was silent for a moment, and said nothing.

Miao Shuiwa called Mo Qiuer over.

"Come here and pick up the pine hair here on your back. When you carry this, I will carry the firewood."

Mo Qiuer walked over, found a good spot to observe and began to pick up the pine hair.

Mo Qingshan walked over, picked up the machete, and said to Zhao Yuanle: "Your method of chopping wood is wrong. You can't just use brute force. You have to do this."

He showed the knife to Zhao Yuanle at an angle.

"You're like this, chop it diagonally, one side to the middle, one side, and then kick it off with your feet, and then you can put it aside and cut the second one."

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "Oh!"

Mo Qingshan took Zhao Yuanle to look at another tree.

"This tree grows faster and lighter, so it's easier to cut it down, so you can cut it down."

Zhao Yuanle: "It's so light, is it burning?"

Mo Qingshan: "Can you chop good wood burned as firewood? Those woods are all made of things, and if you chop firewood, you can chop them up quickly."

Zhao Yuanle nodded, picked up the machete and started chopping.

As Mo Qingshan said, she took two swords and one foot and one tree with an arm thickness.

Mo Qingshan chopped wood not far away. Although he was a veteran, he found that his speed was not as fast as Zhao Yuanle.

In a short while, Zhao Yuanle had already cut down a bunch of them.

She is now cutting trees very hard, and she is very rhythmic.

Mo Qingshan saw it and quickly called her.

"Okay, stop chopping, enough."

Zhao Yuanle was still unsatisfied with the machete.

"Not much, how long has it been cut."

Mo Qingshan: "It doesn't take much time to chop firewood, it's time to go up and down the mountain, and it's also a tiring cargo. Just chop these, and you can't carry them anymore."

In fact, Mo Qingshan wanted to say that no matter how much he would have, he would have no way to help her carry it.

Zhao Yuanle cut.

"Don't worry, I can move my back."

She looked at Miao Shuiwa and said, "Look, Uncle Miao is at least three times that of mine."

Upon hearing this, Miao Shuiwa looked up and smiled.

"Compared with me, I carry my scoop on both ends, can you carry it?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I must be able to pick it."

Miao Shuiwa: "You can't pick it up, and you still have to throw it away when you are tired of walking, so why bother?"

Zhao Yuanle picked up the machete and continued to chop, and said while chopping: "You wait and see."

It may not be sure who can't carry it.

Mo Qiuer pulled the pine hair and thought to herself, this is such a strong person.

Well, it’s so strong, and you’ll be successful in your future work.

In this way, Zhao Yuanle cut down as much firewood as Miao Shuiwa.

She also ran over to take a look at what Mo Qingshan cut, and saw that Mo Qingshan cut the least.

"You're just cutting so many?"

Mo Qingshan nodded and said lightly: "Well, I'm afraid that you won't be able to carry it then." I'm afraid that you won't be able to carry it then.

Zhao Yuanle tsk: "Young man." He is quite self-aware.

After chopping up enough firewood, several people started to sort out the firewood together to facilitate the carrying down the mountain later.

Mo Qingshan taught Zhao Yuanle first, and after seeing Zhao Yuanle learn it quickly, he went back to fix his own firewood.

Mo Qiuer, who was beside her, had already pulled the pine hair on her back, and she was smiling there meaningfully.

At noon, Mo Qiuer opened the bag, took out a blue linen from it, found a flat stone to spread it on it, and then put the food she brought.

Seeing this, Zhao Yuanle also put his food on it.

Today, He Ju prepared white flour cakes for her, as well as red tofu wrapped in cabbage leaves, and a piece of cut sausage.

Zhao Yuanle was shocked when he saw the sausage.

She didn't pay attention before, but it turned out that her three-mother had invested a lot in this meal today.

She thought her things were enough, but she expected that what Mo Qiuer prepared was even more luxurious.

What Mo Qiuer brought was a ball of white rice, braised pork, fragrant fermented black beans, meat sauce, and fried eggs.

Zhao Yuanle was stunned.

She always thought that her family was one of the best in the village, but she didn't expect that Miao Shuiwa would eat better.

Miao Shuiwa, who was beside him, looked at the scene and sighed helplessly.

After he realized the purpose of his wife, he was prepared, but he didn't expect that his wife was so willing to do so.

This dish is about to catch up with the festival?

Mo Qingshan looked at his sister, but he didn't know what to say.

Zhao Yuanle is a little embarrassed to eat together now.

Mo Qiuer enthusiastically took Zhao Yuanle over and tasted a piece of sausage, which greatly praised it.

"Oh, your Sanniang has good skills. This bacon and sausage is really delicious. It's not as good as her in the village."

As she said that, she brought rice balls and meat to Zhao Yuanle.

"Come on, eat more. Thank you for your hard work today. I have enough energy to carry firewood after eating."

Zhao Yuanle said embarrassedly: "You guys eat too."

Miao Shuiwa smiled and asked Mo Qingshan to eat together.

"Eat it, your sister's wish."

Mo Qingshan coughed lightly, and his ears became red inexplicably.

My sister's intentions are really a bit heavy.

All the things were eaten. After resting for a while, Miao Shuiwa looked at the sky and got up and started to tie up firewood.

Zhao Yuanle stared at Miao Shuiwa's movements curiously. As soon as he turned around, Mo Qingshan had tied up her firewood and his own firewood.

Before Zhao Yuanle could say thank you, Mo Qingshan had already carried her firewood with Qianbo and resisted it on his shoulders.

Zhao Yuanle hurriedly said, "This is my firewood."

Mo Qingshan: "I know that you can't carry so many things. If I help you carry them, you will carry them mine."

Mo Qiuer stood up at this time and said to Zhao Yuanle: "You come and carry pine hair, I carry firewood."

Zhao Yuanle went straight over and snatched Chai from Mo Qingshan's hand.

"Who do you look down on me?"

Mo Qingshan: "..." He didn't even snatch it?

Zhao Yuanle held the burden on him and said to the dumbfounded people: "Go and go down the mountain."

Mo Qingshan wanted to speak but stopped. Seeing Zhao Yuanle's attitude, he silently carried his own firewood.

Mo Qiuer also pretended that she had never said what she had just said.

Miao Shuiwa nodded.

"The dragon gives birth to the dragon, and the phoenix gives birth to the phoenix."

Brother Zhao’s daughter is also like Brother Zhao, but she didn’t see it before.

The group began to go down the mountain again.

The road down the mountain is more careful than the road up the mountain. Several people are burdened and walk more carefully.

After walking for a while, Miao Shuiwa stopped at an intersection. He put down his firewood and called a few people to walk inside.
Chapter completed!