"Um."
…
Soon it was noon. The sun was high in the sky, with no clouds in sight. The scorching sun made people feel painful.
The old man was holding a broom and was about to sweep up the branches and leaves that Song Wanning had dropped on the ground.
When he arrived at the scene, he was stunned!
The green belts that were somewhat messy in the morning were now trimmed very neatly, with no traces of human intervention at all.
Even the fallen leaves on the ground were swept away and piled aside to form a small hill of earth.
Song Wanning, the person involved, was watering the plants with a long water pipe and a big sun hat on her head.
"Uncle! You came at the right time. I'm almost done. I think the repair is okay." Song Wanning turned around and saw him and called out to him.
The old man nodded vigorously in disbelief. "This is more than just good, this is simply perfect!"
"The old man is really good at joking. This is actually a bit bad."
"You kid, I can't believe you're so amazing. How did you do it so quickly?"
"I told you I'm good with knives." Song Wanning smiled. In fact, she was just telling the truth, but the old man thought she was being modest.
If you want to use a hatchet as sharp as a sword, the role of internal force is essential.
But ever since Song Wanning traveled through time, all her internal energy has been gone.
But internal strength is not brute force, but relies on cleverness.
So even if she has no internal strength, Song Wanning can still use a hatchet to perfection.
Even the cameraman who was watching the show at the beginning kept asking Song Wanning if she could teach him how to use a knife.
Because he thinks it's handsome.
However, Song Wanning ruthlessly rejected him.
The old man said, "Since you have completed your mission so well, then please come with me."
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