He Yunsheng frowned and asked, "What did you say?"

He Yan remained motionless and repeated seriously, "I said, you can't chop wood like this."

The young man became impatient, "He Yan, if you are sick, go back to your room and stop making trouble here."

"If you keep chopping like this, you won't be able to finish even after dark." He Yanwen remained motionless.

He Yunsheng suddenly became angry, the axe slipped out of his hand and hit the bluestone slab with a loud noise. He stepped forward and said angrily: "If you didn't spend money because of your illness, Dad wouldn't send the servant away. You still know to chop until dark, if you have never chopped wood, don't give me instructions, if you are so good at chopping, then you can chop it!"

He Yan's heart was slightly moved. It turned out that there was a servant in the family, but the family was poor and sent the servant away in order to see the doctor, so this young man took over the servant's job. Judging from his appearance, he had been resentful of this sister for a long time. He was full of sarcasm and ridicule, showing no mercy at all.

Being poor has its advantages, for example, there was no one in the yard, so the embarrassing situation of the siblings would not be seen by others. If it were the He family or the Xu family in the past, I'm afraid the maids would be able to form a military team to see the excitement.

After He Yunsheng finished speaking, he was waiting for He Yan to jump up and curse, but to his surprise, this time, He Yan did not curse, but bent down and picked up the axe that he had thrown on the ground.

She was knocked down by the heavy axe, and her slender white wrist seemed unable to withstand the break, which was a frightening sight.

He Yan looked at her hands and frowned slightly. She couldn't even lift an axe. Compared to her previous skills, she was far behind.

He Yunsheng was stunned for a moment and asked suspiciously: "What are you doing?"

"I'll chop it for you to see." He Yan replied.

He Yunsheng got even angrier when he heard this, and angrily said, "Stop messing around like this, you..."

Before he could finish his words, a "bang" interrupted his voice.

He Yan had already picked up the axe and chopped the firewood in front of him into two with a clean and neat motion.

"Look," she said, "it's very simple. You can't hold the front of the axe, you have to hold the end of the handle and chop along the grain of the wood. It will save a lot of effort."

He Yunsheng stared at her blankly. After a moment, the young man's face flushed red and his tone was almost extremely angry. He pointed at He Yan and said, "You, you, you really have ulterior motives! Your hand... Dad will definitely scold me when he sees it! He Yan, you are really scheming, cunning and treacherous!"

"Huh?" He Yan was puzzled. The next moment, a panicked female voice rang out: "Girl, you're bleeding!"

He Yan looked down subconsciously, and found that the skin on his palm had been rubbed off at some point, and the bloodstains were reflected in his palm, which was so vivid that it was actually quite touching.

She just chopped a piece of wood with an axe, and her hand was rubbed raw? How delicate is this body? From childhood to adulthood, has Miss He ever lifted anything heavier? Is she made of cotton and tofu?

He Yan fell into deep thought. Her maid Qingmei had already rushed over and pulled her into the house. She said hastily, "We need to rub it with ointment first. I don't know if it will leave scars..."

He Yunsheng glared at her hatefully and said, "He Yan, just go ahead and kill yourself sooner or later." Then he turned around and ran away.

He Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. In her previous life, she lived until she got married and died. But now was the first time someone said she was acting "actually".

This feeling is very novel. In the minds of the soldiers, "acting" is probably a very distant word.

Qingmei held He Yan's hand on her knees, and used her fingertips to carefully apply the ointment on He Yan's palm. She stopped and shed tears again, "What if this leaves a scar? We have to find a way to get some scar removal cream."

"It's okay." He Yan couldn't bear to see a girl cry, especially a beautiful girl who was fifteen or sixteen years old, younger than she was in her previous life, so he comforted her, "It's okay if it leaves a scar. It will heal as long as it stays."

Qingmei opened her eyes wide, forgetting to wipe away her tears, and stared at He Yan, unable to speak.

"What's wrong?" He Yan asked.

"No, nothing." Qingmei wiped her tears and stood up. "I'm glad the girl is not angry."

The tone of these words... He Yan looked at the cosmetics and jewelry placed in front of the dressing table, and she roughly understood what was going on. The original Miss He was very particular about beauty, and this delicate skin must have been carefully taken care of. If it got a cut, it would be a big deal.

Maybe God saw that her life in the previous life was too rough and she never experienced what it was like to be a daughter, so he found her such a delicate body that can't withstand even the wind and rain in this life.

Qingmei asked, "Miss, let me pour you a cup of hot tea. It was raining outside just now and you must be cold."

"Wait." He Yan stopped her, "I remembered something. When I woke up earlier, I couldn't remember some things clearly..." She looked at Qing Mei, "How did I get sick?"

Originally, there was a servant in this family, but he was sent away after he treated He Yan. This shows that this disease is not congenital. But if it is a sudden disease, she has not felt any discomfort in the past few days. Everyone in the house looked at her carefully and feared that something unexpected would happen. He Yan felt strange.

Qingmei was shocked when she heard this. She grabbed He Yan's hand and almost burst into tears again: "Miss, you have been sad for Master Fan once, you can't be sad again. Even if you don't do it for yourself, you have to think about the old master and the young master!"

Mr. Fan? Man?

He Yan asked: "Which Master Fan?"

"Young lady, what do you mean by this... Yes, Master Fan is so ruthless and is not a good match for you. You are right to forget him. I will not mention Master Fan on my own initiative again, as long as you are fine." After saying this, Qingmei wiped her eyes again.

This little maidservant really cries too much. The new recruits in her tent who just came in and went to the battlefield for the first time were not so criesling. Before she asked a few questions, her clothes were already soaked. If she continued like this, the Jinshan Mountain would be flooded in less than an incense stick.

"Okay." He Yan said helplessly, "Then let's not talk about it. Go change your clothes first. Your clothes are wet."

Qingmei looked at He Yan with eyes wide open. Seeing that He Yan looked calm and didn't look like he was going to collapse, she hesitated for a moment and said, "Then I'll go change...Miss, please wait for me. I'll be back soon." Then she walked away, looking back every few steps.

The room became quiet again.

He Yan stretched out his hand and opened his palm towards himself.

The plaster that Qingmei had applied was still on her hand. She stared at this slender and tender hand in a trance. Women are naturally weaker than men. In order to practice hand strength, He Yan sneaked out of the back door of the mansion before dawn every day since she was a child, climbed up Donghuang Mountain in the capital to help the monks in the temple to fetch water and chop wood. At first, the skin on her hands was also worn out like this, but after gradually growing coils, it got better. Then, she could easily carry two buckets of water, and even practice boxing with stones hanging on her wrists.

She was not smart and could only use stupid methods. Over time, she became qualified to compete with men.

But now, everything has returned to the starting point. Not to mention taking away what originally belonged to her, her weak body alone cannot bear the thorny road she will have to walk in the future.

"Then practice." He Yan said to herself, "Just like before." This might be a test from God as the price of her rebirth, but there was nothing to be afraid of.

It's just starting over.