"How far is that?"
"It's about two or three hundred feet long."
Ah Chen put down his load and drew his Miao knife. The old woman said, "Don't cut it all down. Just cut a path so we can get through."
The old woman stepped forward and pointed out the location, saying, "Cut it from here, watch your step."
Coincidentally, right where the old woman was pointing, a two-meter-long black snake was coiled up and blocking the way.
Seeing this, the old woman raised her hand, pinched her fingers a few times, and muttered a few words. Surprisingly, all the snakes, large and small, in that spot made way.
If this scene were witnessed by the Han people, they would be terrified, if not scared to death, at least screaming in terror.
Those with courage would take off running, while those with less courage would probably dodge for a few minutes.
But to the Miao grass ghosts and grass ghost women here at this moment, these poisonous creatures are nothing but ants, and they don't care about them at all.
Sure enough, when Ah Chen started cutting down the mixed forest, Uncle Dong's wife was still checking around him.
They certainly didn't want these things near Ah Chen.
Uncle Yue and Uncle Dong didn't take the actions of the grass ghosts and their wives seriously at all, let alone Ah Chen.
"Ado, give me the scimitar. Just keep an eye on these things and make sure they don't get near the offerings."
Amo took the curved knife from Duoduo's hand, came to Achen's side, and the two of them chopped together.
They truly shared joys and sorrows.
It's true that Amo is a sacred woman of the Miao people, and it's also true that she's a talented woman from Tsinghua University.
But this stunningly beautiful Miao girl was also a woman skilled in both literature and martial arts.
She is truly capable both in formal settings and in the kitchen.
They are also very good at farm work.
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