Experience of living in a chaotic world of demons

Before Gu Sheng could speak, Gu Erniu next to him spoke first:

"Manager Gu He, although Asheng is a little thin, he can endure hardships. Two hundred firewood a day is still no problem. I will definitely not delay your work."

He continued, "Asheng's father has just passed away, and all the crops in the field have been destroyed by animals. I would like to ask for your mercy. Without this work, he would not survive the winter."

Gu Sheng pursed his lips and said nothing. It was the best choice not to interrupt at this time.

Gu He's frown slightly relaxed, as if he felt compassion, and finally sighed:

"Forget it, I'll leave this job to him. I've agreed in advance that there will be at least two hundred pieces of firewood per day, but more is essential. It costs a penny to split a hundred pieces of firewood. If he can't do it, I can only replace him."

Gu Erniu was overjoyed, thanked him profusely, and patted his chest in assurance.

"With your bodhisattva heart, I have ten thousand hearts. When I go to the mountains one day and see some good goods, I will definitely send them to you."

"Tomorrow morning, let him go to the north courtyard of the master's house to chop wood."

After Gu He finished speaking, he shook his head and left with his hands behind his back.

Earning two cents a day and not even being able to buy a pound of rice bran, how long can this young man survive?

The voices of Gu Sheng and Gu Erniu chased Gu He's back:

"Thank you so much, Manager Gu He!"

Joy rose in Gu Sheng's eyes. He finally had a source of making money. Although he only had two cents a day, this was only temporary. If he became more skilled in the future, he might be able to chop more firewood a day.

The key thing is that he had no choice.

Even for such a job, Gu Erniu must have wasted a lot of energy.

Gu Sheng looked at Gu Erniu sincerely and said gratefully:

"Brother Erniu, thank you!"

Gu Erniu grinned, looking even more honest.

"Silly boy, your father asked me to take better care of you before he died. You don't have to be so outspoken. Now that I see you picking yourself up again, I'm relieved."

"No matter what, life is the most important thing."

"When you arrive at the master's house tomorrow, you have to be careful about your words and actions. Chopping firewood is a hard job, but if you work hard, you can get through it with two cents a day, plus what Uncle Shun left for you, and you will be better off from now on."

Gu Erniu patted Gu Sheng's shoulder. The contrast in their body shapes was obvious. They were one size smaller.

Gu Erniu was at the peak of his youth. He had good archery skills and strong arm strength. In addition, he often supplemented with meat, and his face had a red glow.

On the other hand, Gu Sheng.

He was just fourteen years old and had been malnourished for many years and was very thin.

"Brother Erniu, have you eaten? Come in and join us."

Gu Sheng greeted.

Gu Erniu smiled and shook his head, "Your sister-in-law's house is ready. After I finish working on you and take a few days' rest, I plan to go into the mountains. You can help your sister-in-law more then."

Gu Sheng nodded repeatedly.

"Brother Erniu, you have to be careful. The whereabouts of that beast that broke into the fields a few days ago are still unknown. The mountains are very dangerous now. Why don't we go back for a while?"

"The masters in the village have been patrolling for several days but haven't found it. We can't wait any longer. If we don't go into the mountains to catch more prey now, it will be difficult to wait until winter."

Gu Erniu sighed, told Gu Sheng a few more words, then turned and walked towards home.

His home is not far from Gu Sheng's home, about a hundred meters away.

Gu Sheng looked at Gu Erniu's back with a little envy.

Once you master the art of archery and become familiar with the conditions in the mountains, you can go hunting in the mountains, which is much more relaxed than ordinary tenant farmers.

"However, this is also a business of wearing your head in your belt. If you accidentally encounter a big insect or a blind bear, your life may be lost."

Gu Sheng shook his head.

Of course, if given a choice, he would still prefer to be a hunter.

High risks and high returns. If you hunt precious prey, you may accumulate enough wealth.

Otherwise, you will spend your whole life farming with no hope of success.

Just like his father, he could not save even a tael of silver in his life.

"Unfortunately, if a skill like archery is not passed down from father to son, there is basically no hope."

Even if he had a good relationship with Gu Erniu, Gu Sheng did not expect Gu Erniu to be able to hand over his archery skills to him.

That's a guy who eats, so he doesn't spread the word easily.

"For today's plan, first survive well, and then find a way to save a tael of silver as soon as possible. If you can't save it before the age of fifteen, then sixteen!"

Gu Sheng's eyes were firm.

"I must practice martial arts. Only by practicing martial arts can I change the fate of the bottom!"

He went inside to make a fire and cook.

The rice was cooked with rice bran, which was astringent and hard to swallow. The vegetables were dug wild vegetable roots, with a bit of bitter salt ground from salt cubes. It had a slight taste, but it was really not much better.

But Gu Sheng still ate one bite after another.

If you don't eat, you can't live.

Early the next morning.

Gu Sheng had breakfast, locked the door, and headed towards the north courtyard of his master's house with a few pancakes made of rice bran in his arms.

There are thousands of households in Gujiazhuang, scattered around the main house.

The closer the family is to the main family, the richer it is.

Gu Sheng didn't look sideways, lowered his head and hurried on.

Soon he stopped at a bluestone tile wall. There were peach branches sticking out in the courtyard, which was very different from the fence of Gu Sheng's thatched cottage. Gu Sheng reached out to knock on the door, and a boy stuck his head out.

"Steward Gu He asked me to chop firewood." Gu Sheng explained his intention.

The boy looked at the thin Gu Sheng up and down with some contempt, but didn't say much.

He just led Gu Sheng through the door.

The two of them didn't talk to each other. The young man led Gu Sheng around and soon stopped in the backyard of the woodshed, where piles of logs and dry firewood were placed.

The boy said: "You can chop firewood here, and don't wander around anywhere else. Before dark, Steward Gu He will settle your wages based on the number of firewood you chop."

After that, he left without looking back.

Gu Sheng didn't care either.

After taking a brief look at the courtyard, he set his sights on the piles of dry firewood.

Gu Sheng visually inspected the pile and saw that there were about fifty sticks in the pile. Each piece of dry wood was as long as an arm and as thick as the mouth of a bowl.

His task is to split these logs in half from the middle and then split them in half.

Two hundred pieces of firewood, time was tight, and as Gu He said, this number was a challenge for Gu Sheng.

Gu Sheng wasted no time and put aside the rice bran cake and water he brought over, then picked up the ax on the shelf next to him.

The ax is a little heavy, but it's new and has a sharp edge.

Gu Sheng weighed the ax in his hand, placed a piece of firewood on the stake, and held the ax in both hands.

His eyes were focused, he shouted softly in his heart, raised his arms high, and struck down with an axe.

ton!

The ax blade was embedded in the firewood. Gu Sheng lifted the firewood and the ax together, raised it high again, and chopped down hard.

Cross!

The firewood was roughly divided into two halves and fell on both sides of the wooden pile. Although it was not particularly symmetrical, it was still pretty good. The ax head remained intact, with the smaller half of the ax blade embedded in the wooden pile.

A force of counter-shock was transmitted from the wooden piles of the chassis, making Gu Sheng's arms numb and sore.

He turned a little pale.

"It's not easy to chop firewood. Since the ax is so sharp, I have to save some strength. Otherwise, I won't be able to chop a hundred pieces of firewood, let alone two hundred pieces of firewood."

Gu Sheng knew that even though he was relaxed now, it was because he was at the peak of his physical strength. Later, he might have to recover his physical strength for a long time just by chopping a piece of firewood.

"Go on! Finish chopping this firewood first!"

Gu Sheng picked up the firewood that was scattered in half, stood it up, and struck it with a few axes, and a log was immediately divided into four parts.

In this way, a piece of firewood is considered to be chopped.

Gu Sheng couldn't help but gasp, and his arms were slightly sore.

He was so tired from just one piece of firewood, and his health was really bad, but Gu Sheng had to finish this hard-earned work.

Stack the chopped firewood on the other side.

Take a short break.

Gu Sheng placed the second log on the stake.

ton!

Cross!

Cross!

In the woodshed, the sound of splitting firewood can be heard from time to time, but the frequency is intermittent and has a tendency to become slower and slower.

A quarter of an hour later.

After Gu Sheng finished chopping the tenth piece of firewood, he was already out of breath. There was sweat on his forehead and on his back.

He felt that he had underestimated the hard work of chopping wood.

"Two pennies is really hard to make."

Gu Sheng was helpless and suddenly froze. An inexplicable thought came to his mind. He subconsciously opened the proficiency panel.

I saw that there was a change in the martial arts column.

[Martial Arts]: Splitting firewood (entry 1%).