Seeing Zhao Xiaoxiu's pained expression, Sheng Qingyang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The reason she gave such an order was because, after her recent real-life experience, she realized that what her little apprentice needed was not to increase her physical strength, but to learn how to control her power.
Violent chopping would be easy for Zhao Xiaoxiu to accomplish; it would just be a little tiring.
Perhaps she wasn't that tired, because her recovery ability is amazing.
But controlling her movements so as not to completely split the wooden stake was like having strength but nowhere to use it, which was agonizing for her.
Sheng Qingyang glanced at his watch; it was already 2 PM. If he delayed any longer, the whole day would be over.
"Let's begin," she said gently.
Zhao Xiaoxiu lowered her head and said, "Okay."
Sheng Qingyang stood beside her, watching and helping her adjust the point of force and the posture of swinging the knife.
Once everything was settled and the little girl was getting into the zone, she nodded in satisfaction to herself.
He then decisively turned around, picked up his large machete, and went to find more practice targets for her.
Sure enough, just a few minutes after I left, I heard a child's surprised "Ah!" coming from the front door.
The wooden stake cracked!
Zhao Xiaoxiu was annoyed; she had only been a little lazy and had relaxed her wrist a bit.
It's all because the knife was too sharp!
Sheng Qingyang dragged a whole poplar tree back, swung her machete, and no one noticed anything unusual about her movements, but the thick poplar wood was immediately split in two with a single stroke.
Zhao Xiaoxiu's eyes widened as she directly experienced for the first time the formidable strength hidden beneath Sheng Qingyang's gentle exterior.
Sheng Qingyang placed the new wooden stake in front of Zhao Xiaoxiu, and she encouraged her with a fist, "The last one doesn't count, let's start over, I'll count for you."
"Oh, by the way, can Xiaoxiu count from one to twenty now?" Sheng Qingyang asked with concern.
Zhao Xiaoxiu: "..." It was a perfectly normal question, so why did she feel like her intelligence was being insulted?
The little girl nodded stubbornly and said, "I can already count from one to one hundred!"
"Great job." Sheng Qingyang ruffled her messy hair from exercising, stepped back, raised an eyebrow, and started again.
Zhao Xiaoxiu sighed resignedly and started splitting again.
As if to prove something, she counted each strike as she made a cut, and this time she successfully lasted until the eighty-eighth strike.
"It must be because the poplar wood is of poor quality!" the angry little girl said.
Sheng Qingyang put a bottle of nutrient solution in her mouth. "It's okay, eat your fill before you come back. There are still two hours until dark. I have prepared more than ten wooden stakes for you. We, Xiaoxiu, will succeed eventually."
Hungry, Zhao Xiaoxiu paused for two seconds, then decisively gulped down the nutrient solution in her mouth, shook her wrist, and said, "Let's try again, I'm sure I can do it!"
Sheng Qingyang loved the child's indomitable spirit and thoughtfully placed a new wooden stake specially made for her height, saying, "Our Xiaoxiu is the best."
Zhao Xiaoxiu: Go for it!
Half an hour later...
"Master, my hands are so sore."
Zhao Xiaoxiu put down the knife and felt that it was not as amazing as it had been at first glance.
Sheng Qingyang: "Then let's take a five-minute break before continuing."
Another hour later...
Having lost all desire to lift the knife, Zhao Xiaoxiu simply gave up, discarded the butterfly blades, and plopped down on the wooden stake, wailing, "Even if I slashed it two hundred times now, I still couldn't split it open!"
"Master, it's getting dark, aren't you going home?" Zhao Xiaoxiu said pitifully, "Can I continue tomorrow? My hands are so sore, Master~"
The drawn-out "Master" softened Sheng Qingyang's heart.
Looking at the already darkening sky, she knew she couldn't be too harsh on the first day, and smiled as she stood up, saying:
"See you tomorrow morning."
Zhao Xiaoxiu's eyes lit up instantly; for the first time, she longed for someone to leave so quickly.
Seeing her little expression, Sheng Qingyang smiled helplessly, bent down and whispered in her ear:
"I know you'll recover quickly, but you've already done a great job today, so I'll let you off the hook for now."
Sheng Qingyang helped her put on the red wool scarf that she had already knitted, and waved to the stunned little girl, "Bye-bye."
This time, he's really gone.
Sheng Qingyang used her fully charged satellite phone to call the patrol station and asked the patrol soldiers to come and pick her up so she could go home by car.
As soon as the patrol car left, Sister Monkey and Zhao Gang appeared in front of Zhao Xiaoxiu.
The little girl, already exhausted and numb, collapsed onto her father like a limp rag.
Zhao Gang's tentacles hurriedly caught her, passed under her armpits, lifted her up, and took her back to the house.
Sister Monkey followed behind, chirping with concern.
Zhao Xiaoxiu was too weak to talk to it, so she answered questions by nodding or shaking her head.
It wasn't until Zhao Gang brought over a bowl of loach soup that Zhao Xiaoxiu, whose soul seemed to have been ripped away, perked up, picked up the bowl, and began to eat heartily, wishing she could bury her whole body in it.
Hungry!
This was the only thought in Zhao Xiaoxiu's mind.
She didn't know why she was so hungry. She had already drunk a bottle of yogurt and two vials of nutritional supplements today, but now, seeing food, she still felt an uncomfortably empty stomach.
Zhao Gang looked at the cub eating heartily, feeling both heartache and relief.
What breaks my heart is that she was tormented so badly by Sheng Qingyang today.
The good news is that the cubs are eating more.
Her large appetite indicates high energy expenditure, proving that her energy needs are increasing and her strength is growing.
Zhao Gang was certain that Sheng Qingyang had noticed this.
But he also had to admit that this was a smart human being who knew what to ask and what not to ask.
As long as she maintains a sense of propriety, he doesn't mind his cub continuing to have closer contact with her.
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