There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 680
A round, semi-dry piece of firewood was placed on the cutting board, and stood still for a moment, then a bright ax fell from the sky, and landed right in the middle of the piece of firewood.

I saw the firewood split from the center in an instant and bounced to two places. When I looked at the fracture, I saw that the top was really smooth as a mirror, and people couldn't believe that it was a mark cut with an axe.

The yellow-skinned, black-haired boy remained unmoved, and placed the second piece of firewood on the chopping board, and swung the axe. In the next moment, the firewood under the axe also split into two.

The reason why a whole piece of firewood is split is because it is wasteful to burn. Four split pieces of firewood are enough to cook a pot of white rice, but without splitting, two whole pieces of firewood are needed.

More importantly, split firewood costs five catties for a penny, while unsplit firewood can buy eight catties for a penny. In terms of the manual cost alone, it should be better to split the firewood.

"Brother Fang is amazing!" The girl watching from the side gave a heartfelt admiration. After all, seeing pieces of firewood being separated like art in the young man's hands is so pleasing to the eye and can make people feel happy from the bottom of their hearts.

Fang Bie didn't seem to hear it at all.

He just continued to pick up a piece of firewood and put it back on the chopping board. On his left were firewood of different sizes. These were the firewood he had collected from the mountains. They needed to be left to dry before being split to become The firewood is convenient for fire, and the fuel is more popular among the townspeople.

His fingers are still slender, and he can hold the handle of the ax firmly. Although these hands may be more suitable for holding a sword, it seems that there is nothing wrong with holding the ax at this moment.

The ax fell from the hand, and the firewood was split into two.

The little girl watching hesitated for a moment, then said weakly: "By the way, Brother Fang, can you marry me when I grow up?"

Speaking of this, don't be sleepy.

He looked at the girl who was talking in front of him. She looked only eleven or twelve years old, and she was wearing patched clothes, but they were washed clean, with black hair and black eyes, and a little dust on her fair face. Looks like a very charming little girl.

But that's all.

Fang Bie shook his head: "No."

"Is it because I'm too young?" The little girl said disappointedly, "But I'll still grow up, brother Fang, can't I?"

Fang Bie hesitated for a moment, then said, "I don't like girls younger than me."

The little girl stared blankly at Fang Bie, then curled her lips and burst into tears.

After all, this is so depressing.

Small people can grow up, but it's really a bit too difficult to be a big brother if you want to grow up.

Listening to the little girl's cry, Fang Bie was unmoved, and continued to drop the ax one after another, concentrating on splitting the firewood in front of him.

Anyway, these firewood can be chopped all day without sleep, and never have to worry about not having a job.

And at this moment, a smiling voice came from the wooden house behind Fang Bie: "Fang Bie."

Fang Bie stood up, without an ax, and walked into the wooden house empty-handed.

Opening the door curtain of the wooden house, I saw the girl in white clothes and white gauze sitting in front of the window and looking at me helplessly: "So even if you have amnesia, is it a gifted skill to hate girls?"

Fang Bie was stunned for a moment, then shook his head decisively.

"So you just don't want to lie to the little girl?" Yan Yu sat there lazily and smiled: "Actually, the girl's heart will always change. The boy you liked when you were eleven or twelve years old, you can't keep it." You will still like it when you are seventeen or eighteen."

"So what if you agree now, we won't really live here for ten or eight years."

Fang Bie looked at Yan Yu in a daze, and finally shook his head dully.

Yan Yu could only smile wryly: "Who would have thought that you, who might have been the smartest person in the world, would become like this in a blink of an eye? Remember."

"Know that if you can't think of anything, then there's nothing we can do right now."

"I really don't know when you decided to do all this, did you ever think that you would become what you are now?"

Fang Bie looked at Yan Yu, staring intently.

His eyes are still clean and clear, but now the boy's eyes are a little too clean and clear.

So much so that there is a feeling of dullness.

"That's right." Yan Yu continued: "There is no rice at home, can you go to Ximu Town to exchange for a small bag of rice?"

It is easier for Fang Bie to understand what Yan Yu said now.

He nodded.

"Then go and come back quickly." Yan Yuru said.

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The so-called exchanging a small bag of rice is of course not buying it with money.

As I said before, one penny can buy five catties of firewood, while one catty of rice costs two pennies.

Calculated in this way, that is ten catties of firewood for one catty of rice.

In fact, it seems quite scientific when you think about it.

Fang Bie went back to the yard, took out the big willow basket, and then piled firewood into it bit by bit.

The chopped dry firewood can fit almost two hundred catties in this willow basket.

Two hundred catties of firewood can be exchanged for twenty catties of rice.

Enough for Fang Bie and Yan Yu to have sex for a month.

After all, humans are not a species that can survive only by eating rice.

One layer of firewood, two layers of firewood, and three layers of firewood. After the layers of firewood were stacked, Fang Bie came to the wooden basket, squatted down to test the weight for a while, and then stood up straight away.

Shen is still very heavy, but he can still walk around for the time being.

Carrying such a huge willow basket on his back, Fang Bie slowly walked out of this small village named Jingshang Village step by step. The villagers he met along the way greeted him warmly.

"Brother Fang is going to town again!"

"Can you bring me two catties of soy sauce?"

"I want some white sugar, that kind of fine white sugar, can you bring me some?"

In such a voice, Fang Bie walked forward while answering.

At this moment, a crisp voice appeared in front of Fang Bie.

"Brother Fang!" Xiaoyu stood in front of Fang Bie, with tears still on her face.

"I don't want to marry Brother Fang anymore, can you bring me some red beans?"

"I want to make red bean cake for you to eat."

Fang Bie was stunned for a moment, then reached out and rubbed the other person's head.

The teenager tilted his head and smiled.

"Okay."

Saying this, Fang Bie walked past Xiaoyu, and continued walking all the way until he reached the entrance of the village.

This is a small village by the sea, because there is a sweet water well, so it is called Jingshang Village.

There is a forest in front of the village, and there are endless firewood in it.

Twenty miles further on the mountain road is Ximu Town. There are no special products here, only inexhaustible wood.

Walking out of the village entrance, Fang Bie looked up at the mountain forest where he used to chop firewood.

"Something seems wrong," he said to himself.

But something is wrong - Fang Bie couldn't figure it out.

Don't think about things that you can't think clearly. This is something that teenagers are gradually learning.

He walked on.

One step at a time, one deep footprint.

(End of this chapter)