After dressing as a superb old woman, I am bound to the power system

The Duan brothers entered the village and asked the villagers if they could cut down the bamboo on the mountain. Can they cut it down?

The bamboos on the mountain were planted casually by the villagers. They were grateful to the Duan family for telling them what happened in the capital, so they allowed them to chop them as they pleased. They found seven or eight households and collected a few machetes for them, along with straw ropes.

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Duan Mingchen asked the people who were fleeing behind them one by one if they would like to help build a bridge so that everyone could cross together.

Most people are unwilling to help, but there are also many people who are willing to help.

Qiao Lan got out of the car and counted, there were enough for fifty people.

After everyone finished cutting the bamboo, they tied it with straw ropes and carried it to the carriage, then pulled the carriage toward the ditch in front.

When we reached the ditch, we could no longer see any daylight, except for the sounds of various insects in the forest and the tired panting of the horses.

The Duan family asked people in the village to borrow several torches. When they arrived at the ditch, they held the torches to light up the ditch in front of them.

It's really deep and wide.

They believed the old man when he said that tigers couldn't get over, but there was no telling whether there were any tigers on the mountain.

Duan Mingqing casually chopped down the firewood on the roadside, used a machete to split the weeds and branches on both sides, and then built a small fire on each side.

"Mom, everything is ready!" Duan Mingjing happily stood in front of him holding a bundle of straw ropes in his hand, "Mom, what do you want to do, I'm here to help you!"

Qiao Lan took a look at her cheap second son. He was older than her. Why did he look so stupid?

Qiao Lan stepped forward and picked out some evenly thick bamboos, "Whoever is stronger can come and chop this bamboo for me to make a sharp point so that it can be inserted into the soil."

Qiao Lan looked around, and it seemed that none of his sons had this ability, "It doesn't matter if you can't split it..."

There are many load-bearing designs, and it is not necessary to insert bamboo into the soil.

Manager Chen volunteered to stand at the front and said, "Old madam, I am very strong and I can chop bamboo."

"Then you want to try cutting one?" Qiao Lan said.

"How sharp is it? You don't need too many, just two or three bamboo joints." Qiao Lan gestured.

Manager Chen held up the machete and when he brought it down, all the bamboos turned into sharp points.

Duan Mingjing took a few steps back unconsciously.

Good guy, if this man were to chop people with a hatchet, wouldn't he cut the bones as if they were clay?

Compared to Duan Mingjing's fear, the boys in the Duan family looked straight at him.

Everyone clapped in unison and said hello, "That's awesome! Uncle! You are so awesome!"

"I will be as powerful as you in the future!" Duan Yutao said with admiration in his eyes.

Manager Chen smiled shyly and put down the hatchet in his hand, "Thank you for the praise from the young masters. This is my skill at chopping firewood." Then he retreated behind the crowd, hiding his merit and fame.

Duan Mingjing saw his son admiring him so much that he felt anxious and angry. He stepped forward and patted his youngest son's butt hard, "If you don't learn from me, you can learn to chop wood!"

Duan Yutao was grinning and about to cry. His brother Duan Yujin covered his mouth, held him aside and coaxed him carefully, "Grandma has to do something very important. You can't cry at this time. Don't disturb them."

The bamboo has been chopped and the straw ropes are available.

Under Qiao Lan's command, everyone inserted sharpened bamboo into the soil and built a small bamboo bridge on top.

It was Manager Chen and the people around him who volunteered to go over and tie the bamboo pole with straw ropes step by step to ensure that it was strong.

Finally, wooden planks borrowed from the village were laid on it, and the bamboo plank bridge was completed.

"Okay, let's go up and try it!" Qiao Lan said.

Manager Chen took the lead and walked over to give it a try. He walked over with five or six people who were traveling with him.

Several adult men weigh at least five to six hundred kilograms.

Walking on this bamboo bridge, you can't feel the slightest sway, it's even like walking on flat ground.

Several sons of the Duan family also followed. They walked back and forth on the bamboo bridge, but the bridge remained motionless.

Duan Mingjing walked back and forth twice and jumped on it. Then he went over to Qiao Lan to take credit and said, "Mom, the bridge has been built. Mom, you are so awesome! You know how to build a bridge!"

Not only Duan Mingjing, many people also took a look at Qiao Lan.

An old lady wearing a coarse cloth gown with her hair tied up stood there looking skinny.

If you say that an old lady has amazing needlework skills, they will agree to a certain extent, but they would never expect that this old lady can also build bridges! It must be a family background!

"Old Madam, you are really amazing!" Manager Chen stepped forward and bowed with his hands in hand.

"Excuse me, your little tricks are nothing." Qiao Lan said politely, and then urged everyone, "It's getting late, it's time to get over it."

No matter how stable Qiao Lan's bamboo bridge was built, they would not dare to cross it all in a carriage.

They understand that the heavier the weight, the easier it is for the bridge to collapse.

He watched as the Duan family's carriage passed first, followed by a slightly larger carriage, and the rest of the people following the refugees crossed the bridge one after another.

The villagers in the small village followed, admiring Qiao Lan's craftsmanship.

Duan Mingchen returned the machete and the remaining straw rope to them, and also gave them the right to handle the bridge. Whether the bridge should be demolished or retained depends on them.

The villagers are extremely united about the demolition of the bridge. "There are tigers in the forest. If the bridge is left alive, the tigers will come over and it still needs to be demolished!"

"Be careful! There are tigers over there in the forest. If you encounter a tiger, remember to run to the mountains, or to the river. Tigers are afraid of water!"

Qiao Lan, who was walking beside the carriage, thought this was quite interesting.

Not only tigers are afraid of water, but they are also afraid of water. The Duan family are all landlubbers, and none of them can swim.

Qiao Lan herself is even more of a landlubber.

Not to mention whether they could run to the water alive if they encountered a tiger, Qiao Lan felt that they should worry about encountering something other than a tiger first.

I encountered a tiger. There are so many people here, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

Just as Qiao Lan was thinking this, the system beep sounded again.

[The mission has been completed! Obtained the mission reward, fifty steamed buns, and one hundred mission points! The mission points have been stored in the database! Host, you are really amazing, you can complete the mission goal in such a fast time! I really love you to death

!] The system confessed enthusiastically.

But Qiao Lan didn't feel much about this confession.

Instead, she began to think about the connection between the system mission and this time travel.

Does the system definitely know that she will take this path?

The road was difficult, so she needed help, so she issued a task based on this incident.

Feiyan also helped to weave straw ropes and handed over things just now, and was also included in the task list.

What about future tasks?

Are you here to help her, or are you setting up a trap for her to jump into?

Qiao Lan couldn't understand. She didn't even know if her brain was being monitored by the system. The system knew all her thoughts.

After all, this system can directly stuff knowledge into her head!