After saving the pig god, I counterattacked and became the richest man in the village

Chapter 63 063 Downhill
Zhao Yuanle looked at his hands, then at the tree's skin, and fell silent.

It turns out that the pigskin is so thick, and she has just raised one, and it has reached this point, tsk, it is so terrifying.

Putting down the broken tree calmly, Zhao Yuanle said, "My hands are full of calluses, don't be afraid."

Mo Qiuer nodded slowly.

Usually she didn't know it, but it turned out that Zhao Yuanle was still a diligent girl who often worked, extra points!
Mo Qingshan looked at Zhao Yuanle's white and tender hand, was silent for a moment, and didn't say anything else.

Miao Shuiwa called Mo Qiuer over.

"Come here and pick up the pine hair here and put it in the back. When the time comes, you will carry this, and I will carry the firewood."

Mo Qiuer walked over, found a good observation position and began to pick up the pine hair.

Mo Qingshan walked over, picked up the machete, and said to Zhao Yuanle: "Your method of chopping firewood is wrong, you can't do it with brute force, you have to do this."

He showed Zhao Yuanle the knife at an angle.

"You do it like this, cut at an angle, one side to the middle, one side there, and then break it with your feet, then you can put it aside and cut the second tree."

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "Oh!"

Mo Qingshan took Zhao Yuanle to look at another tree.

"This tree grows faster and is lighter, so it's easy to cut, so you should cut this."

Zhao Yuanle: "It's so light, can it be burnt?"

Mo Qingshan: "Good wood that has been burnt can be used as firewood? Those woods are for making things, and you can chop wood that grows fast."

Zhao Yuanle nodded, picked up the machete and began to chop.

According to what Mo Qingshan said, she cut twice and kicked a tree with thick arms.

Mo Qingshan was chopping firewood not far away. Although he was a veteran, he found that his speed was no faster than Zhao Yuanle.

After a while, Zhao Yuanle had chopped down a bunch of them.

Now she chops trees very fast, with one kick and two kicks, and she has a special sense of rhythm.

Mo Qingshan looked over and quickly stopped her.

"Okay, don't cut it, that's enough."

Zhao Yuanle held the machete, but he still couldn't finish it.

"Not much, how long has it been cut?"

Mo Qingshan: "It doesn't take much time to chop firewood. It takes time to go up and down the mountain, and it's tiring to carry firewood. You can just chop these, and you won't be able to carry any more."

In fact, Mo Qingshan wanted to say that no matter how much, he would not be able to help her recite it.

Zhao Yuan let out a happy cry.

"Don't worry, I can move my back."

She looked at Miao Shuiwa and said, "You see, Uncle Miao's skills are at least three times mine."

Hearing this, Miao Shuiwa raised her head and smiled.

"You compare with me? My shoulders are picked at both ends, can you pick them?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I'm sure I can pick one."

Miao Shuiwa: "You can't pick it up. If you get tired from walking, you still have to throw it away. Why bother?"

Zhao Yuanle picked up the machete and continued chopping, saying, "Just wait and see."

At that time, it is not certain who can't carry it.

Mo Qiu'er pawed at the pine hair, thinking, this is so strong.

Well, it's good to be strong, and I will work hard in the future.

In this way, Zhao Yuanle chopped as much firewood as Miao Shuiwa.

She also ran over to take a look at what Mo Qingshan had cut, and saw that Mo Qingshan had cut the least.

"You only cut so much?"

Mo Qingshan nodded and said lightly: "Well, I'm afraid I won't be able to recite it by then." I'm afraid you won't be able to recite it by then.

Zhao Yuanle clicked his tongue: "Young man." He was quite self-aware.

After cutting enough firewood, several people started to organize the firewood together so that they could carry it down the mountain later.

Mo Qingshan taught Zhao Yuanle first, and after seeing that Zhao Yuanle learned it quickly, he went back to repair his firewood.

Mo Qiuer on the side had already pulled the loose hair on her back, and she was smiling meaningfully there.

At noon, Mo Qiuer opened the bag, took out a piece of blue linen from inside, found a flat stone to spread on it, and put the food on it.

Seeing this, Zhao Yuanle also put his own food on it.

What He Ju prepared for her today were white flour cakes, red tofu wrapped in cabbage leaves, and a slice of sausage.

Zhao Yuanle was shocked when he saw the sausage.

She didn't notice it before, so it turned out that Sanniang had lost all her money in today's meal.

She thought that her own things were enough, but who would have thought that what Mo Qiuer had prepared was even more extravagant.

What Mo Qiuer brought was white rice balls, stewed pork, fragrant black bean sauce with meat sauce, and fried eggs.

Zhao Yuanle was dumbfounded.

She always thought that her family was one of the best in the village, but she didn't expect Miao Shuiwa to eat better.

Miao Shuiwa on the side watched this scene and sighed helplessly.

After he realized his daughter-in-law's purpose, he was prepared, but he didn't expect that his daughter-in-law was so willing.

This dish is about to catch up with the holidays, right?
Mo Qingshan looked at his sister, and didn't know what to say.

Zhao Yuanle was a little embarrassed to eat together now.

Mo Qiuer enthusiastically took Zhao Yuanle over, tasted a piece of sausage, and praised him greatly.

"Hey, your Sanniang's cooking skills are good. This bacon sausage is really delicious. No one in ten miles or eight villages can smoke it as well as her."

As she said that, she gave Zhao Yuanle both rice balls and meat.

"Come on, eat more, you've worked hard today, and you'll have the strength to carry firewood when you're full."

Zhao Yuanle said embarrassedly: "You guys eat too."

Miao Shuiwa smiled and asked Mo Qingshan to eat together.

"Eat it, your sister's kindness."

Mo Qingshan coughed lightly, his ears turned red inexplicably.

My sister's heart is really a bit serious.

After everything was eaten and cleaned up, Miao Shuiwa looked at the sky after resting for a while, got up and began to bundle firewood.

Zhao Yuanle stared at Miao Shuiwa's movements curiously. Just as he turned his head, Mo Qingshan had already tied up her firewood and his own firewood.

Zhao Yuanle hadn't had time to say thank you, but Mo Qingshan had already picked up her firewood with a paddle and put it on his shoulders.

Zhao Yuanle hurriedly said: "This is my firewood."

Mo Qingshan: "I know, you can't recite so much, I will recite it for you, and you will recite mine."

Mo Qiuer stood up at this time, and said to Zhao Yuanle: "You carry the pine hair, and I carry the firewood."

Zhao Yuanle went straight over and snatched the firewood back from Mo Qingshan's hands.

"Who do you look down on?"

Mo Qingshan: "..." He didn't snatch it?
Zhao Yuanle put the burden on himself, and said to the dumbfounded people: "Let's go, go down the mountain."

Mo Qingshan hesitated to speak, seeing Zhao Yuanle's attitude, silently picked up his firewood.

Mo Qiuer also acted as if she hadn't said what she just said.

Miao Shuiwa nodded.

"Dragon begets dragon, phoenix begets phoenix."

Brother Zhao's daughter is also like Brother Zhao, but I didn't see it before.

A group of people started down the road again.

The way down the mountain is more careful than the way up the mountain. All of them carry heavy burdens and walk more cautiously.

After walking for a while, Miao Shuiwa stopped at an intersection, put down the firewood, and beckoned several people to go inside.

(End of this chapter)