After I was reborn, I became a supporting villain

Chapter 271 [Two Hundred Seventy One] Chopping Firewood

Yiru followed Qingci all the way, and kept wiping her cold sweat.

There is not a single sentence in Qingci that is pleasant to say, and every sentence is like needle felt, which is really scary and worrying.

The two arrived at a vast open space.

There are many people around who are busy with lowered heads, and everyone's face is numb and empty.

It seems that there is no emotion, doing the same thing all day long.

Qing Ci couldn't help feeling worried for a while.

The old mammy suddenly smiled, "Those woodcutters over there!"

Immediately afterwards, Qingci followed her voice and cast her gaze, only to see four girls holding axes looking towards her.

All four of them were pale and emaciated, and their bodies were emaciated, as if they could fly into the sky when the wind blows. The handles of the axes they held tightly in their hands had long been smoothed, and there were piles of calluses on their hands, as if there were still holes between the nails. There were faint traces of blood.

Qingci frowned and said nothing.

"You four, you don't need to work today." The old mother's smile became even more cunning, "Two newcomers came to the yard today, and they said they wanted to help you do all the work for the four of you this day. Go rest."

The four people looked at each other, first none of them dared to move, then looked at Qingci hesitantly.

Qingci didn't speak, just watched quietly for a moment, then walked over to kill the axes in their hands one by one, and said softly, "Go and rest."

The eyes of those four people were both surprised and delighted, unlike the dullness just now, there was a gleam of light.

"I don't know what's good and what's wrong, and I don't know what to do." The old mother was also surprised when she saw that Qingci took the ax calmly.

But Yiru was really panicked, she had done all the work here, and there was no work that was not laborious, and the hardest work was the firewood chopping.

The work of chopping firewood has always been done by men, which is difficult for women to do, and Na Qingci and her were asked to do the work of the four, which is indeed difficult to complete.

"I was thinking of making you cry and beg me, but I didn't expect you to accept it readily. Since you want to do it, then you can do it." After saying that, the old mother raised her lips and left.

"Please?" Qingci said coldly to her obese and aging back, "Impossible."

The old mammy shuddered, but she didn't say much.

"Master." Yiru stepped forward with a worried face.

"Don't worry, I will do the work of these four people alone, and I will definitely not drag you down." Qingci said.

Yiru's tears seemed to be overflowing, "Master, the servant is not afraid of suffering, but the servant is afraid that the master will not be able to bear it. This job is not something ordinary people can do. It's fine if the servant has done it before. The master is born delicate. , this hand is even more delicate, how can you do these things."

Qingci smiled in relief, "Don't worry, I have suffered a lot, these things should be able to be done, you just need to tell me how to do this firewood chopping job and how much to do."

"Hey... the master is always like this, hold on, force it, this kind of behavior will not benefit in Lianhuawu." Yiru sighed.

Qingci didn't seem to want to talk to her any more, but just said, "Speak, what do you want to do."

Then he walked to the side of the mountain.

"One person has to cut twenty trees a day. The key is to transport the cut trees one by one back to the Lianhuawu courtyard. There are no tools, so I can only fight by myself. The shoulders and hands can be worn to pieces." Yi Ru When he said that, his face was full of worry.

(End of this chapter)