Chapter 680: Chopping Firewood
A round, semi-dry piece of firewood was placed on the chopping board. It stood still for a moment, and then a bright ax fell from the sky, and then landed squarely in the center of the piece of firewood.
I saw the firewood split from the center in an instant and bounced to two places. When I looked at the fracture, I saw that the top was as smooth as a mirror. It was hard to believe that it was the mark made by an axe.
The young man with yellow skin and black hair was unmoved. He placed the second piece of firewood on the chopping board and swung the axe. In the next moment, the firewood under the axe was also split into two.
The reason for splitting a whole piece of firewood is just because it is wasteful to burn it. Four split pieces of firewood are enough to cook a pot of rice, but without splitting, two whole pieces of firewood are needed.
What's more important is that split firewood costs five kilograms per penny, while unsplit firewood can buy eight kilograms for one penny. In terms of the manual cost alone, it is better to split the firewood.
"Brother Fang is so awesome!" The girl watching from the side exclaimed in sincere admiration. After all, watching the pieces of firewood separate like art in the hands of the young man is so pleasing to the eye that it can make people feel happy.
Fang Bie didn't seem to hear it at all.
He just continued to pick up a piece of firewood and put it back on the cutting board. On his left were various types of firewood of different sizes. This was the firewood he had fetched from the mountain. It needed to be left to dry before being split into pieces. It is convenient for chopping firewood and is a popular fuel among the people in the town.
His fingers are still slender, and he can hold the ax handle firmly. Although these hands may be more suitable for holding a sword, there seems to be nothing wrong with holding the ax at this moment.
He raised the ax and dropped it, splitting the firewood into two pieces.
The little girl watching hesitated for a moment, and then said weakly: "By the way, Brother Fang, can you marry me when I grow up?"
At this point, Fang no longer felt sleepy.
He looked at the girl who was speaking in front of him. She looked like she was only eleven or twelve years old. She was wearing patched clothes, but she was still clean. She had black hair and black eyes, and there was a little dust on her fair face. She looks like a very charming little girl.
But that's all.
Fang Bie shook his head: "No."
"Is it because I'm too young?" The little girl said disappointedly, "But I will still grow up. Brother Fang, can't you wait for me?"
Fang Bie hesitated for a moment. Then she said, "I don't like girls younger than me."
The little girl looked at Fang Bie and was stunned for a moment, then curled her lips and burst into tears.
After all, this is so hopeless.
You can grow up when you are young, but if you want to grow older than your brother, this is really a bit difficult.
Fang Bu listened to the little girl's cries and remained unmoved. He continued to drop the ax one by one and concentrated on chopping the firewood in front of him.
Anyway, these firewood can be chopped all day without sleep, and you never have to worry about running out of work.
At this time, a smiling voice came from the wooden house behind Fang Bie: "Fang Bie."
Fang Bie stood up and walked into the wooden house empty-handed without holding an axe.
Opening the door curtain of the wooden house, he saw the girl in white clothes and white gauze sitting in front of the window looking helplessly at him: "So even if you have lost your memory, is it a natural skill to attack girls?" Fang Bie was stunned
. He was stunned for a moment, then shook his head decisively.
"So you just don't want to deceive the little girl?" Yan Yu sat there lazily and smiled: "Actually, the girl's mind will always change. The boy she liked when she was eleven or twelve years old cannot be guaranteed. I'll still like it when I'm seventeen or eighteen."
"So what if you agree now? We won't really live here for ten or eight years."
Fang Bie looked at Yan Yu in a daze, and then finally said dullly Shaked his head.
Yan Yu could only smile bitterly: "Who would have thought that you, who might have been the smartest person in the world, could become like this in a blink of an eye. I still have to watch you here, waiting for you to be able to solve everything. Remember."
"You have to know that if you can't remember anything, then we can't do anything now." "
I really don't know if you thought that you would become like this when you decided to do all this. "
Fang Bie looked at Yan Yu, a little intently.
His eyes were still clean and clear, but now the young man's eyes were a little too clean and clear.
So much so that it feels a little dull.
"By the way." Yan Yu continued: "There is no rice at home. Can you go to Ximu Town to exchange for a small bag of rice?" It would be easier for
Fang Bu to understand what Yan Yu said now.
He nodded.
"Then go and come back quickly." Yan Yu said.
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The so-called exchange for a small bag of rice certainly does not mean buying it with money.
As mentioned before, one penny can buy five kilograms of chopped firewood, while one kilogram of rice requires two pennies.
If you convert it this way, it would be ten pounds of chopped firewood for one pound of rice.
In fact, it seems quite scientific when you think about it.
Don't go back to the yard, take out the big willow basket, and then put the firewood inside bit by bit.
The willow basket can hold almost two hundred kilograms of chopped dry firewood.
Two hundred kilograms of firewood can be exchanged for twenty kilograms of rice.
Enough to feed Fang Bu and Yan Yu for a month.
After all, humans are not a species that can survive by eating only rice.
One layer of firewood, two layers of firewood, and three layers of firewood. After all the layers of firewood were stacked, Fang Bu came to the wooden basket, squatted down to test the weight, and then stood up straight away.
Shen is still very heavy, but he can still move around for the time being.
Fang Bie carried such a huge willow basket and slowly walked out of this small village called Inshang Village step by step. The villagers he met along the way greeted him warmly.
"Brother Fang is going to town again!"
"Can you bring me two kilograms of soy sauce?"
"I want some white sugar, that kind of fine white sugar. Can you bring me some?"
In such a voice , Fang Bie answered and walked forward.
At this moment, a crisp voice appeared in front of Fang Bing.
"Brother Fang!" Xiaoyu stood in front of Fang Bing, with a little tear stain on her face.
"I don't want to marry Brother Fang anymore. Can you bring me some red beans?"
"I want to make red bean cakes for you to eat."
Fang Bie was stunned, then reached out and rubbed the other person's head.
The young man turned his head and smiled.
"Okay."
With that said, Fang Bi walked past Xiaoyu and continued to walk forward until he reached the entrance of the village.
This is a small village near the sea. It is named Inoshang Village because there is a sweet water well.
In front of the village is a mountain forest, where there is endless firewood.
Twenty miles further along the mountain road is Ximu Town. There are no specialties here, only endless wood.
After walking out of the village, Fang Bi looked up at the mountain forest where he was used to cutting firewood.
"Something doesn't seem right," he said to himself.
But something was wrong—Fang Bu couldn't figure it out.
Don't think about things you can't think clearly. This is something today's teenagers have gradually learned.
He walked on.
One deep step at a time.
(End of chapter)