As a result, after waiting all night, no one came to ask for firewood. He also secretly asked several families in the village. These families can cut trees. As a result, none of them has cut trees, but even so, he still didn't move the fire.
After all, it is a big tree. People with strength in the village will not cut it easily, let alone Liu Liang, a thin, small and weak young woman.
So in the morning, Zhou Ying asked them to get up and pull firewood. He was still hesitant. He always felt that it was impossible. Yesterday may have been lucky. The people in the village cut down trees and forgot, so they picked up a bargain.
But how can we have another one today? 80% of them, even in the past, are gone in vain.
There is no way for him to be entangled by his granddaughter. He can only come here. He is on the road or thinking about what he does when he comes here. Is it difficult to come here just for a trip to the foot of the mountain?
But what his granddaughter said, he finally promised the child to come over once..
As a result, he would never believe that Liu Liang was really cutting trees.
When the axe goes down, the broken wood is flying around. Then listen to the sound of the axe cutting the tree, and you will know how hard it is to use this first time.
This female doll is too cruel.
Uncle Zhou wiped his forehead with his sleeve. In the cold weather, he was in a cold sweat.
It's no wonder that no one in the village dares to beat Liu Liang.
Some people can fight with their ideas, while others don't want to. For example, this one in front of us can cut down trees. Is it difficult to fight people?
The click almost made uncle Zhou's heart beat a minute faster, and also made his brain cool.
"How do I feel my head a little cold?"
He said in a trembling voice.
"Sir, you don't have a hat."
Zhou Ying pulled the hat on her head and saw how smart she was. She knew it was cold in the morning, so she brought all her thickest hats. Now it's not cold at all. "
"It seems so.
Uncle Zhou touched his bare head. "No wonder it's so cold without a hat?"
While they were talking, the tree was cut down and fell to the ground with a bang.
Liu Liang moved the wheelchair chair, picked up the axe and chopped it directly. Her face was expressionless and indifferent. Like an executioner, uncle Zhou, a big man, couldn't help fighting a cold war.
It's so cruel.
Liu Liang took an axe and cut it again and again. I don't know how many times she cut. A big tree was directly cut into a pile of firewood by her.
Zhou Yingcai doesn't care whether Liu Liang is cruel or not. She just knows that now there is a pile of firewood in their house. These firewood can be used next year. Maybe she doesn't have to pick up firewood next winter.
Of course, she just said that firewood still needs to be picked up. If she doesn't pick it up, there will be nothing to do. If she doesn't pick it up, no one will play with her.
She jumped and ran to hold the firewood. Later, aunt Zhou rubbed her hands and picked it up with her granddaughter. Just now, she still had some frozen hands and feet, but when she lifted the firewood, she felt that her whole body was hot.
Uncle Zhou wiped his face and said nothing. It's important to move firewood first.
He came and went four times before he finished pulling the firewood. Originally, he wanted to put it all in Liu Xian's place, but Liu Liang didn't want it. She still has a pile of firewood. She doesn't use firewood to cook, so she uses it very slowly, and there's no place to put it.
This week, Zhou Ying can prove that she has to point her head to a cramp to make uncle Zhou believe that Liu Liang really doesn't lack firewood.
Uncle Zhou didn't tangle with these at last. Anyway, the two families are close. If Liu Liang has no firewood, he will take a tricycle and pull a trunk for her.
The new firewood from the two big trees piled up neatly in the Zhou family. Uncle Zhou had a big place to put the firewood, but now he can't put it down.
So we can only build another one temporarily. As long as there is a top, it doesn't matter whether it leaks or not. As long as it doesn't leak rain, it's firewood, not so expensive.
The firewood is piled up in a built shed. It looks not small, but when the firewood is put in, it is almost full again. The firewood production of these two trees is really huge.
Zhou Shushi came to have a look at his firewood. He was satisfied and relieved.
This is what people say. If you have surplus food in your hand, you won't worry about life.
Although it is said that firewood is not comparable to grain, it doesn't matter if it is cold in a winter. This firewood is not only a good thing to live in their village, but also the foundation of their village people's life.
I have to say that these firewood really gave him a lot of security.
There are endless firewood at home, and Zhou Ying doesn't dream of picking up firewood at night as before. You can sleep a little more in the morning and pick up some every day to complete the daily task.
Of course, as before, she gave a bundle to her home and Liu Liang. Although it was not much, it was true. She was a little strange. Her firewood was very fierce. It can be said that the firewood she picked up every day was barely enough for a day's domestic use, and sometimes she had to add some from the shed.
But Liu Liang's firewood went down very slowly. How much did it go yesterday and how much did it go today?
It also makes her wonder whether Liu Liang secretly went out to pick up firewood?
However, she observed for a few days. Liu Liang didn't go out to pick up firewood. She only used a little firewood all day. She couldn't use up all the firewood at home, so she didn't have to pick up other firewood. Otherwise, why should she be embarrassed by the firewood left at home.
But why does Liu Liang use so little firewood and save so much?
Then she figured it out.
It turns out that Liu Liang is so full that the whole family is not hungry.
She just cooks meals for one person, takes care of one's stomach, and lives a person's life. Sometimes it's OK to eat one or two meals without starvation, so it's normal to use firewood slowly.
But she didn't know that Liu Liang had three meals a day. They were not bad at all, and she was short of a night snack. When she got up hungry in the middle of the night, she would get herself some food, and she had a special dog to eat.
If she didn't like to eat and treat herself well, could the dog be so fat from a lean look?
It's just that she feeds them one meal at a time and fattens them one meal at a time.