Chapter 833: She Chopped Down the Tree.
This time she finally put it to use, and it was worth it for carrying it with her for so long.
Her hands were so cold they couldn't grip the axe properly. She rubbed them for a long time, then placed them on a hot water bottle for a while before finally trying to chop the tree.
Fortunately, it wasn't too hard to chop; the axe was sharp. She chopped again and again. From outside the quiet little village, this rhythmic sound could be heard from time to time, but because it was far away, no one could hear it.
Zhou Ying had come to find Liu Jing early in the morning. She had made friends with Liu Jing, and the two of them were going to collect firewood. Honestly, she was still quite scared after being bitten by a snake. Although she pretended to be brave, she didn't know how scared she was.
Fortunately, Liu Jing was there.
Now, Liu Jing was like a mountain to her. No matter where she was, no matter what danger she faced, she believed the mountain would protect her from danger.
If Liu Liang knew how deeply Zhou Ying adored her, treating her like a mountain, she'd probably be brimming with pride for days.
Zhou Ying trotted to Liu Liang's door. She just couldn't understand why Liu Liang had to live so far away. Wouldn't it be better for her to live at her house? She wouldn't have to cook, and she wouldn't have to come so early in the morning.
"Sister Liu..."
She knocked on the door, but all she could hear was the barking of the big yellow dog. No one came to open the door. She knocked again, but still no one answered. She was so cold that she kept jumping up and down on the ground. There was no way she could help it; it was too cold.
Just as she was about to knock again, she noticed the lock on the door.
Locked?
Zhou Ying touched the lock. Sister Liu had gone out, but where could she have gone so early in the morning?
Oh, she suddenly slapped her head. How could she have forgotten that?
She then remembered what Liu Liang had said yesterday: if she didn't find anyone in the morning, she'd gone to the foot of the mountain and let her go on her own.
How could she have forgotten such an important thing after sleeping?
Zhou Ying rubbed her hands, rubbed her face again, and then ran to the foot of the mountain. She was thinking in her heart, Liu Jing was really too reckless. How could she go there alone? Pushing a wheelchair?
And she really guessed it right. Liu Jing pushed the wheelchair there. Otherwise, how else could she go there? Do the Golden Rooster Stand on One Leg, or crawl there.
When Zhou Ying arrived, the fog had dissipated a little, and a woman could be seen sitting in a wheelchair from a distance. She didn't know what she was doing.
"Sister Liu?"
Zhou Ying shouted and ran over quickly, but when she arrived, she was dumbfounded and didn't say a word for a long time.
"Well, here it comes?"
Liu Jing continued to chop wood with an axe. She cut the tree down, then cut it in half, and then she started chopping again. Although she had never done these things before, she found that she was actually quite talented. You see, she learned and applied it immediately, and she was actually quite good at chopping. Moreover, it didn't seem so cold anymore, so she just kept chopping and chopping, and she couldn't stop, and then the wood came out.
Of course, her whole body became warm, and her hands, which were numb from the cold just now, became more flexible.
She never knew that chopping wood could be addictive. Well, Doctor Liu was really capable. He was good at surgery, but he was also good at chopping wood.
How about she come over to chop a tree tomorrow?
Well, she made such a happy decision. She found that chopping wood not only kept her warm, but also made her feel better, especially when she saw such a big tree turned into firewood.
This feeling should be called satisfaction.
Of course, it is actually quite healing.
There is also a good sense of accomplishment.
Zhou Ying, who was standing not far away, almost popped her eyes out.
Who is she, where is she, what is she doing, why is she so stupid?
"Where is this from?"
Zhou Ying swallowed her saliva and finally found her voice. Why are there so many firewood? These are not branches. How can branches grow like this? This is clearly a big tree.
A felled tree, a large one. But who had chopped it down? They were getting such a steal! How much firewood could a tree this big yield?
"Send your grandfather over here and haul it back."
Liu Jing continued chopping. Carrying so much firewood back on one's back wouldn't be possible. The countless trips back and forth would be too time-consuming and exhausting. The Zhou family had a tricycle, a human-powered one. Uncle Zhou was only in his fifties, and thanks to his lifelong farming, he was in excellent health and had great strength. Pulling several carts of firewood was a piece of cake for him. And with Aunt Zhou and Zhou Ying helping push the cart from behind, he had no problem.
"Oh..."
Zhou Ying replied blankly, then shuddered from the cold. Then she realized, "I'll be right back."
With that, she ran desperately towards home.
Soon after, still shrouded in thick fog, Uncle Zhou arrived on a tricycle. Aunt Zhou and Zhou Ying were also aboard. Both were dressed warmly, but the cold still kept them from freezing, their noses dripping.
Initially, Uncle Zhou didn't believe Zhou Ying's story that Liu Jing had chopped down a large tree and asked him to fetch firewood. It wasn't just branches; it was an entire tree. It had been ages since anyone in their village had chopped down a tree. Even the strongest ones only chopped down small trees; they didn't have the skills or the energy to chop down a large one.
But when he arrived and saw the pile of firewood, he felt the same look Zhou Ying had had back then—his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
"Liu girl, did you really chop down that tree?"
Uncle Zhou still didn't believe it. But how could he explain the axe Liu Jing held?
"Yes, I did." Liu Jing tossed the firewood aside. She planned to chop down another one tomorrow, and they'd have enough for the winter.
She thought that if she cut one more tree, Zhou Ying, who was still young, wouldn't have to come here every day to collect firewood before dawn, and she wouldn't be able to sleep because of being worried about the consequences. Besides, the firewood she chopped would be more durable than branches.
Okay, okay.
What else could Uncle Zhou say? He just felt that this girl was too capable. Not only could she heal illnesses, but she could also chop trees. Could it be that everyone outside the mountain was so capable?
Uncle Zhou really couldn't figure it out, but he had already started to pick up firewood from the tricycle with Aunt Zhou and Zhou Ying. This pick-up was a whole cart, and they were all sticking out. They had only pulled a small part of it. The rest of the firewood was put in a pile. If they pulled it twice more, they wouldn't be able to finish it before dawn.
(End of this chapter)
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