He raised his hand and pointed at the small tank not far away, which was only half the size of the big tank. Rong Que said helplessly: "That's my job."
"What! How is it possible? Weasel will give you such a good job, how did you bribe him?" Wang Er was shocked, grabbed Rong Que's collar, and asked fiercely.
Rong Que scratched his head, smiled bitterly, and said: "Don't worry about this for now, start quickly, otherwise you really won't have dinner." As he said that, he pulled away Wang Er's hand holding the collar and gave it a handful.
Picking up the bucket and walking towards the creek in the forest.
Wang Er was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, looked at Rong Que's back, helplessly picked up the bucket and sighed: "It's so irritating to compare people to each other."
The mountain road was rugged and the bucket was small. After one round trip, the two of them added up to less than half a tank of water. It took five trips back and forth to barely fill a tank. An hour passed quickly, and the two of them had just filled the tank.
There are more than a dozen tanks full. You can imagine how many trips Wang Er would have had to make and how many times he would have picked up water if Rong Que had not helped him.
At noon, only a few people can eat. Only those who have finished half of the day's work can have lunch, and only those who have finished can have dinner. On the surface, it is to train them, but in fact, all the food expenses distributed by the sect have gone to the weasels.
Half of Wang Er's work is the thirty large vats, and the other half is the one hundred tons of firewood.
Rong Que received two steamed buns and gave one to Wang Er. The guy ate it as if he had never eaten anything in his life. He finished the steamed buns in his hands after a while and watched Rong Que eat eagerly.
Biting her lower lip innocently.
Feeling helpless, Rong Que broke off half of his steamed buns and gave it to him, saying, "I have to eat half, this is for you."
After lunch, the two picked up the bucket again. For Rong Que, the weight was negligible, but the work office was not equipped with a larger bucket, otherwise the thirty large tanks would have been full.
After the two people's continuous efforts, the thirty large tanks were finally full. However, the time was already late, the sun was already westward, and Wang Er still had a hundred loads of firewood to chop, although he was working today.
The speed was much faster than usual because of Rong Que's help, but the hundred loads of firewood couldn't be chopped in a short while, and today's dinner might not be available again.
"You'd better stop helping me. I won't be able to eat dinner today anyway. I already have enough energy to eat the one and a half steamed buns you gave me at noon. I'll take my time by myself." Wang Er has already prepared dinner.
He lost his confidence and said helplessly to Rong Que.
Rong Que didn't answer his words, just grabbed the ax and walked towards the place where the firewood was placed.
Wang Er was stunned, looked at Rong Que's back, smiled, and said, "Wait for me, I'll come with you." He grabbed the ax and chased after Rong Que.
The firewood was piled up like a hill. Faced with such a huge project, Rong Que turned to look at Wang Er and said, "Do you chop so much firewood every day?"
"Yes, there are so many every day. I haven't eaten for several days. The steamed bun you gave me is the first meal I have eaten in these days." Wang Er looked a little sad and sighed. There are so many here.
None of the disciples had a chance to eat. When Rong Que went to pick up steamed buns at noon, the cafeteria was extremely quiet, with no one around.
Rong Que shook his head, casually took out a piece of firewood, placed it on the wooden pier, raised his hand, raised the ax with a "click" sound, and brought the ax down, neatly splitting the wood into two halves.
Seeing that Rong Que had already started and Wang Er didn't stop, he immediately took out the firewood, waved the ax and split the firewood piece by piece.
This time, Rong Que's advantage came to light. The purebred physical trainer was full of blood and had amazing strength. What's more, Rong Que also wore heavy jewelry. Although the speed of chopping firewood was only a little faster, there was no one.
The phenomenon of splitting firewood with the second ax occurs. Each time, the hand picks up the ax and drops the firewood to take it away.
On the other hand, Wang Er may have only eaten one and a half steamed buns for several days, so his eyes were a little blurry. Not only was his speed of chopping firewood slow, but some firewood could not be split with one axe. He still had to replenish his strength with an axe.
Losing quickly.
Time passed, and Rong Que's ax was swung faster and faster, whistling like the wind, splitting a piece of firewood in the blink of an eye, time passed quickly, and soon it was time for You, and the remaining firewood was
It was already less than one-third. Wang Er saw Rong Que's speed of chopping firewood as thrilling, and was afraid that he would accidentally throw the ax out and hurt someone.
Rong Que now seems to have entered a strange state. There are only two items in his eyes, the ax and the firewood. Everything that is in the way between the ax and the firewood will be smashed. With one strike of the ax, it seems that he has reached the end.
Then chop towards the next stage, the second piece of firewood.
Gradually, the ax was swung faster and faster, and Rong Que's eyes began to be gradually covered with black, and the whites of his eyes slowly receded. Because of Rong Que's posture when chopping firewood, no one dared to approach, and he still lowered his head, so there was no
No one noticed the abnormality in his eyes. Just when the white part of Rong Que's eyes was about to be completely covered, the firewood was gone and he had finished chopping it. Ever since Rong Que was chopping firewood crazily, Wang Er stopped and was surprised.
Looking at Rong Que.
The last piece of firewood was placed in front of Rong Que. Rong Que slowly raised the ax. Unexpectedly, the ax could no longer withstand the number of swings at that moment. The ax handle broke and fell to the ground with a "dang" sound.
But even if the ax was destroyed, Rong Que still didn't break away from that strange state. It seemed that if he didn't split the piece of firewood in front of him, something in his heart would start to riot, and Rong Que would be like the last time.
, going crazy.
At this moment, his legs suddenly exerted force and his muscles tightened. Rong Que jumped up and quickly took out the fruit knife he got from the Zangjuan Building of the City Lord's Mansion from his storage ring. He looked at his hand with empty eyes.
The fruit knife he held in his hands flashed in a flash as his body fell. The light of the knife passed by, and he appeared behind the block of wood.
The ink color in his eyes gradually faded, and the whites of his eyes reappeared, clearly black and white. Looking at his hands, Rong Que slowly stood up and put away the fruit knife, looked around, and was suddenly startled.
The surroundings were already crowded, and all the outer disciples who were working gathered around, each with their mouths wide open, looking at Rong Que's gorgeous praise in surprise.
"You, how did you do it?" Wang Er twitched the corner of his mouth, leaned next to Rong Que, and asked strangely.
At this moment, something even more shocking happened. The last piece of firewood made a "click" sound and slowly divided into eight pieces, splitting evenly.