Longing for entertainment to become a god

The ax fell with a sound.

But the effect was not as Peng Peng imagined, splitting the wood in half with one axe.

Instead, it is firmly embedded in the wood.

"Hahaha, Brother Peng, this is true. It's still far from true."

Zifeng stopped washing the dishes just now because she just wanted to see if her stupid brother could successfully restore her image. She didn't expect that the final result would be like this, so she couldn't help but laugh again.

Chen Mo was also watching, but did not speak, because he knew that at this moment, for the man, any words would add fuel to the fire.

"That's not right. The firewood must be a little wet and difficult to chop. I have to try again."

Seeing that the wood failed to split, Peng Peng suddenly felt as if he heard the laughter of the audience, and there was a sister actually laughing next to him, so Peng Peng quickly made an excuse.

After finishing speaking, Peng Peng pulled out the ax vigorously and prepared it again.

After a while, Peng Peng felt that it was almost done, so he swung the ax again, but this time Peng Peng used all his strength to eat.

The ax fell and the wood was divided.

Carefully looking up at the wood, Peng Peng was surprised to find that it had actually been split open by him. His first reaction was to laugh three times to express his excitement.

However, Peng Peng suddenly thought that being so excited didn't mean that he was not capable enough. He had to be like Brother Mo and act as if he didn't care.

So Peng Peng took back the ax pretending to be nonchalant, but his eyes that glanced at Zifeng and Chen Mo from time to time were a bit funny.

Seeing that Chen Mo and Zifeng did not praise his performance, Peng Peng couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He turned around and silently picked up the wood on the ground, preparing to continue chopping firewood.

Looking at Peng Peng's lonely back, Chen Mo and Zifeng looked at each other and said in unison:

"Brother Peng, you are so awesome, you actually split the wood in half with just one axe."

When Peng Peng heard the two people's voices, he suddenly paused, then turned around excitedly and looked at the two people and said

"Hahaha, it's just so-so. This is just part of my strength."

Seeing Peng Peng like this, Chen Mo and Zifeng looked at each other again, saying nothing.

And when Peng Peng was chopping firewood with full energy, He Jiong also came back from outside.

"I found this red mud in the field. I don't know if it can be used. If so, I will take a basket and get some back. I also found bricks outside our back door."

He Jiong brought two pieces of good news upon his return.

"It should be okay. This is the kind of clay that Master used to make stoves in the past few seasons." Peng Peng raised his head and said while chopping firewood.

"Well, I'll go get some and bring them back." He Jiong was relieved to hear that they could be used.

Just when He Jiong turned around and was about to leave.

Chen Mo looked at Peng Peng, who was full of motivation, and felt that he was not needed here, so he said:

"Then let me help you too. Peng Peng, you have no problem chopping firewood alone."

At this time, Peng Peng felt that he was full of strength after being praised, so after hearing Chen Mo's words, he said directly: "It's okay, Brother Mo, go help Teacher He, I can do it alone."

So Chen Mo and He Jiong took their baskets and hoes and set off.

After the two walked back and forth four or five times, they felt that the red mud was almost enough, and then they went to the back to move the bricks in.

With all the materials ready, the two squatted down to discuss what kind of stove they wanted to build.

By this time, Zifeng had already washed the vegetables and squatted over curiously.

Seeing that the two of them were discussing seriously, Zifeng did not disturb them, but looked at the two of them silently.

"How about we build a three-layer structure, with the bottom layer ventilated, the first layer filled with firewood, and the top sealed with mud to put the pot on." Chen Mo thought for a moment and said.

After hearing Chen Mo's idea, He Jiong imagined it for a moment before replying: "Well, yes, I just saw that there is an iron mesh in the tool room that can be used."

Then he added, "We can also make a chimney, otherwise like Lao Huang in previous seasons, he would shed tears every time he cooks without being smoked."

"It has to be added." Chen Mo imagined the scene of five people eating hot pot while shedding tears. It shouldn't be too beautiful, and nodded quickly.

After the discussion, He Jiong went to the tool storage room to find the iron mesh. Chen Mo also picked up the hoe and prepared to knead the mud.

Zifeng also stood up, looking at the soil and bricks on the ground, and wanted to participate and experience the fun of setting up a stove, so she said to Chen Mo expectantly: "I'll go and fill the water for you."

After hearing Zifeng's words, Chen Mo originally wanted to refuse. After all, these tasks should be done by himself.

But after seeing Zifeng's expectant eyes, she still couldn't bear to refuse.

"Okay, don't fill it too full, or you won't be able to carry it anymore."

"Okay." Zifeng heard that Chen Mo had agreed, so she responded excitedly and ran into the house to find a bucket.

Seeing Zifeng's excited look, Chen Mo shook his head and smiled, not knowing why Zifeng was so happy.

Soon, Chen Mo saw Zifeng staggering out of the house with a bucket of water in both hands.

Seeing this, Chen Mo walked up quickly.

Zifeng returned to the house and soon found a plastic bucket in the bathroom.

After filling the water, I wanted to carry the water out, but I just lifted it with one hand and didn't move it. Then I used two hands to pick it up, and then walked out of the door in a flash.

Just as he walked to the door, Zifeng suddenly noticed that his eyesight dimmed, and then the bucket became lighter.

When he looked up, it turned out to be Chen Mo carrying the bucket for him.

"Didn't I tell you not to fill it up so much? What will happen if it falls later?" Chen Mo frowned and said.

"I don't think it's enough if it's missing." Zifeng suddenly felt a little aggrieved. He worked so hard and still got punished.

He Jiong happened to come out of the tool room and overheard the conversation between the two.

Upon seeing this, He Jiong first comforted Zifeng in a warm voice:

"Sister, are you okay? In fact, Xiao Mo was worried that you might have fallen, so he spoke in a more serious tone."

Then he said to Chen Mo angrily:

"Xiao Mo, how can you let your sister do such heavy work?"

Zifeng had actually figured it out before He Jiong spoke. Chen Mo said this because he was worried about himself.

So when He Jiong spoke, all the grievances in his heart had disappeared.

So after hearing He Jiong scolding Chen Mo, he quickly waved his hand and said to He Jiong:.

"Teacher He, you misunderstood. It was me who asked for help, and Brother Mo also asked me not to be so pretentious, but I didn't listen."

After finishing speaking, Zifeng glanced at Chen Mo secretly, as if she was afraid that Chen Mo would be really angry with her because of this matter.