When she picked up the water again, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But she was happy too early. The old man actually carried the bucket, walked to the big tree behind the house, and poured water on the tree.
It is understandable that I am willing to water flowers and vegetables, but I have never heard of watering towering trees.
Those tree roots have grown more than ten meters underground, and there is enough water. Isn't this unnecessary?
She had no choice but to leave her pole and go home.
She came all the way here, how could she give up so quickly?
She took another deep breath and decided to continue being the God and the Turtle.
She came back carrying water again, and this time she could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
The old man was sitting leisurely at the door smoking, and seemed to have no intention of further embarrassing her.
Yu Keqing seemed to have fallen apart, sitting on the stone bench to take a breath.
But the old man still didn't speak or look at her. His face looked like snow-capped mountains that had been deposited for thousands of years.
For the remaining half day, the old man still ignored her.
The next day passed quietly again.
On the third day, when Yu Keqing arrived, the old man was chopping firewood.
While he was smoking, Yu Keqing picked up his hatchet and chopped firewood.
Although she had never done any of these heavy tasks, she had already understood something about the old man's appearance just now.
She thought chopping firewood was easy, but she often couldn't split a piece of firewood with several knives, and the pieces would fly everywhere.
Some even flew onto the old man's body.
But the old man was neither angry nor showed any signs, he just kept smoking.
When Yu Keqing saw that he didn't respond, she continued to act like Wu Gang, getting up and down and chopping firewood vigorously.
After chopping for an hour, she finally finished chopping the firewood in front of her.
However, the old man moved a bunch of things out of the woodshed again.
Yu Keqing looked at the pile of firewood in front of her like a hill, and her back was wet with sweat.
In these two days, she has done more physical work than she has done since she was born.
After carrying so much water yesterday, her shoulders were so painful that she could hardly lift them. When she woke up in the morning, her body felt like it had been dismantled and reassembled.
Wouldn't it cost her her life to chop such a pile of firewood again?
But realizing Cheng De's wish is more important than anything else.
For Haochen and the future, she is willing to endure no matter how great the suffering is.
She chopped the firewood with knives, the heavy hatchet rubbing constantly in her hands.
Soon, the palms of my hands felt hot from the friction, and soon blisters appeared.