As a result, after waiting for a whole night, no one came to ask for firewood. He also secretly asked several families in the village who knew how to cut trees, but it turned out that none of them had ever cut trees. However, even so, he still did not start the fire.
After all, it was a big tree. No strong man in the village would cut it down easily, let alone a thin and weak young woman like Liu Jing.
So when Zhou Ying asked them to get up and fetch firewood in the morning, he was still a little hesitant, always feeling that this was unlikely. Maybe they were lucky yesterday because the people in the village had cut down trees and forgot about it, so they got a bargain.
But how can there be another one today? There is an 80% chance that even if we went there in the past, it would have been in vain.
He was so pestered by his granddaughter that he had no choice but to come here. Even on the way, he was still thinking about what he was doing here. Could it be that he was just here to take a walk at the foot of the mountain?
But as his granddaughter said, he finally agreed to come over once.
As a result, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that Liu Liang was really cutting down trees.
With each blow of the axe, wood chips flew everywhere. Then, listening to the sound of the axe chopping the tree, you could tell how much force was used in the first blow.
This girl is really too cruel.
Uncle Zhou wiped his forehead with his sleeve. It was such a cold day, but he was sweating all over.
It's no wonder that no one in Murakami, an old bachelor, dares to hit on Liu Liang.
Some people have good ideas, but some people just can't even think about it. For example, the person in front of you can chop down trees, but can't he hit people?
Every click made Uncle Zhou's heart beat faster and his forehead felt cold.
"Why does my head feel a little cold?"
He spoke with a trembling voice.
"Master, you don't have a hat on."
Zhou Ying pulled the hat on her head. Look how smart she is. She knew it would be cold in the morning, so she brought her thickest hat. Now she is not cold at all.
“It seems so.
Uncle Zhou touched his bald head and said, "Even without a hat, it's no wonder it's so cold."
Just as they were talking, there was a bang, and the tree was cut down and fell to the ground.
Liu Liang moved the wheelchair, picked up the axe and chopped it down directly. His face was expressionless and indifferent, just like an executioner, which made Uncle Zhou, a grown man, shudder.
So brutal.
Liu Jing took the axe and chopped again and again. After no one knew how many times, the whole big tree was chopped into a pile of firewood.
Zhou Yingcai didn't care whether Liu Jing was cruel or not. She just knew that their family now had a pile of firewood, which could be used until next year. Maybe next winter, she wouldn't have to collect firewood.
Of course, she was just talking. Firewood still had to be collected. If she didn't, there would be nothing to do. If she didn't, no one would play with her.
She jumped over and picked up the firewood. After a while, Aunt Zhou rubbed her hands and picked up the firewood with her granddaughter. Her hands and feet were a little cold just now, but when she started to carry the firewood, she felt warm all over.
Uncle Zhou wiped his face and said, "Okay, no need to say anything. The most important thing is to move the firewood first."
He went back and forth four times before he finished pulling all the firewood. He originally wanted to leave it all at Liu Xian's place, but Liu Jing didn't want it. She still had a pile of firewood, and she didn't use it to cook, so she used it very slowly, and there was no place to put it.
Zhou Ying can testify to this. She had to nod her head until it cramped before she could convince Uncle Zhou that Liu Jing really had no shortage of firewood.
Uncle Zhou didn't bother with it in the end. After all, the two families lived close to each other. If Liu Liang ran out of firewood, he could just take his tricycle and pull a full box for her.
The new firewood chopped from the two big trees was neatly piled up in the Zhou family's house. Uncle Zhou originally had a large space for storing firewood, but now it was completely full.
So we could only build a temporary one. As long as it has a roof, it doesn’t matter whether it leaks or not, as long as it doesn’t leak in the rain. After all, it’s just firewood, not that precious.
The firewood was piled up in a built shed. It looked quite large, but after the firewood was put in, it was almost full again. The firewood production of these two trees was really huge.
Uncle Zhou would come over from time to time to check on his firewood, feeling satisfied and relieved.
This is what people say: if you have enough food in hand, you will never worry about your life.
Although firewood is not as valuable as food, with firewood, it doesn't matter how cold the winter is. Firewood is a good thing for survival in their village and the foundation of their villagers' lives.
It has to be said that these firewoods really gave him a lot of sense of security.
Now that there is more firewood than ever at home, Zhou Ying no longer dreams of collecting firewood at night like he used to. He can sleep a little longer in the morning and collect some firewood every day to complete his daily task.
Of course, she still gave a bundle to her own family and a bundle to Liu Jing as before. Although it was not much, it was substantial. However, she was a little strange. She used her own firewood quite a lot. It could be said that the firewood she picked up every day was barely enough for a day's use, and sometimes she had to add some from the shed.
But the firewood at Liu Jing's place is being supplied very slowly. How much firewood was there yesterday? How much firewood was there today?
This also made her wonder if Liu Jing had secretly gone out to collect firewood?
However, after observing for a few days, she found that Liu Jing did not go out to collect firewood. She really only used a little firewood a day, and the firewood at home could not be used up, so there was no need to collect more firewood. Otherwise, the firewood kept at home would be in vain.
But why does Liu Liang use so little firewood and be so economical?
Later she figured it out.
It turns out that what Liu Liang does is that one person eats and the whole family is not hungry.
She just cooks for one person, takes care of one person's stomach, and lives one person's life. It's okay if she skips one or two meals sometimes, so it's normal that the firewood is used up slowly.
But she didn't know that Liu Jing had three meals a day, and every meal was good, except for a midnight snack. Even if she woke up hungry in the middle of the night, she would make something to eat for herself. In addition, she had a dog that was particularly greedy.
If she didn't love to eat and didn't treat herself badly, how could the dog, which was so skinny, be raised so fat?
Isn't it because she feeds him meal by meal and fattens him up meal by meal?
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