He Yunsheng frowned and asked, "What did you say?"

He Yan did not move for a moment and repeated seriously: "I said, you can't chop firewood like this."

The boy was impatient, "He Yan, if you are sick, go back to the house. Don't look for trouble here."

"If you chop like this, you can't finish chopping it even dark." He Yan didn't move at all.

He Yunsheng seemed to be angry suddenly, and his axe slid off his hand and slammed heavily on the bluestone slab, making a loud noise. He stepped forward and said angrily: "If you hadn't spent money because you were sick, your father wouldn't have sent the servant away. You still knew that you would chop until dark. If you hadn't chopped firewood, don't point fingers. You can chop you so well!"

He Yan's heart moved slightly. It turned out that there was a servant at home, but the poor family took over the servant's life in order to see the doctor send him away. Judging from his appearance, he had been resentful to this sister for a long time, and he was sarcastic and sarcastic, and he really didn't have any feelings at all.

There are also benefits of being poor. For example, there is no one in the yard, so the embarrassing scene between the siblings would not have been caught. If it were the He family and the Xu family in the past, they would probably have surrounded the maids who watched the fun.

After He Yunsheng said that, he waited for He Yan to jump into his feet and curse, but to his surprise, this time, He Yan did not curse, but bent down and picked up the axe that he threw to the ground.

She was knocked down by the heavy axe, and her slender white wrist seemed to be unable to withstand the breaking, which was shocking to see.

He Yan looked at his hand and frowned slightly. He couldn't even lift the axe. It was far worse than when she came before.

He Yunsheng was stunned for a moment and said suspiciously: "What are you doing?"

"I'll show you." He Yan replied.

He Yunsheng became even more angry when he heard this and said angrily: "Don't mess around anymore, you..."

Before he could finish his words, he interrupted his voice with a "bang".

He Yan had already swung his axe and clenched the firewood in front of him into two.

"Look," she said, "It's very simple. You can't hold the front end of the axe, you have to hold the end of the axe handle and chop along the grain of wood, which will save a lot of effort."

He Yunsheng looked at her blankly. After a moment, the boy's face turned red and his tone was almost angry. He pointed at He Yan and said, "You, you, you really have ulterior motives! Your hand... When your father comes back, he will definitely scold me! He Yan, you are so scheming, cunning and treacherous!"

"Huh?" He Yan was puzzled. The next moment, a panicked female voice rang: "Girl, you are bleeding!"

He Yan subconsciously looked down and saw that his palm was worn out at some point. Blood was reflected in his palm, and it was a bit vivid and moving.

She just held an axe and slashed a piece of firewood, which made her hands break? How delicate is this body? From childhood to adulthood, has Miss He mentioned something slightly heavier? Did she make cotton and tofu?

He Yan fell into deep thought. His maid Qingmei had already rushed over and pulled her into the house, and spoke quickly: "I have to wipe it with plaster first. I wonder if it will leave scars..."

He Yunsheng glared at her hatefully and threw a sentence: "He Yan, just do it, sooner or later, kill yourself." Then he turned around and ran away.

He Yan was so amused that she lived until she got married and died in her previous life. This was the first time that someone said she was "doing".

This feeling is very novel. In the minds of soldiers, "doing" is probably a very distant word.

Qingmei held He Yan's hand on his knees, and gently wiped the plaster with his fingertips on He Yan's palm. Then she shed tears again, "What if this scar is left? You have to find a way to get some scar removal cream."

"It's okay," He Yan couldn't stand the girl crying, especially a beautiful girl who was fifteen or sixteen years old and younger than her previous life. He comforted her: "If you leave a scar, you will have a scar, and you will be fine."

Qingmei opened her eyes wide, forgot to wipe away the tears, staring at He Yan and couldn't speak.

"What's wrong?" He Yan asked.

"No, nothing." Qingmei wiped her tears and stood up, "It's good if the girl isn't angry."

The tone in these words... He Yan looked at the powder jewelry placed in front of the dressing table and understood a little. The original Miss He loved beauty very much, and she thought that this delicate skin was to be fond of. If she broke a hole in her usual situation, it would be a big deal.

Did God see that she lived too roughly in her previous life and never experienced the feeling of being a daughter, and she found her such a delicate body in this life, and she couldn't stand it even in the wind and rain?

Qingmei asked: "Miss, please pour you a cup of hot tea. It was raining outside just now and I was suffering from the cold."

"Wait." He Yan called her, "I remembered something. I woke up before, and I didn't remember some things very clearly..." She looked at Qingmei, "How am I sick?"

Originally, there was a servant in this family, but later the servant was sent away to see He Yan. It can be seen that this disease was not born with it. But if the disease suddenly occurred, she didn't feel any discomfort these days. Everyone in the house looked at her carefully and afraid of something unexpected. He Yan felt it was strange.

Qingmei was shocked when she heard this. She grabbed He Yan's hand and almost burst into tears again: "Girl, you have been sad for Mr. Fan, and you can't do it again. Even if you don't do it for yourself, you still have to think about the master and the master!"

Young Master Fan? Man?

He Yan asked: "Which Young Master Fan?"

"Girl, what do you mean by this... Yes, Young Master Fan is so ruthless, not a good match. It is also right for the girl to forget him. I will not take the initiative to mention Young Master Fan anymore, as long as the girl is good." After that, Qingmei wiped her eyes again.

This little maid is so crying. The newly recruits who had just entered her camp were not so crying for the first time on the battlefield. Before she could ask a few questions, her clothes were already wet. If this continues, she could flood the golden mountain with less than a stick of incense.

"Okay." He Yan said helplessly, "Then let's not mention it. You go change your clothes first, your clothes are wet."

Qingmei stared at He Yan with wide eyes. Seeing that He Yan's expression was calm and hesitating for a while, she said, "Then I will go and change it now... wait for me, wait for me, I will come back soon." Then she turned around and left.

The room became quiet again.

He Yan stretched out his hand and spread his palms at him.

Qingmei's plaster was still standing on her hand. She looked at the slender and tender hand in a daze. The woman was born weaker than a man. In order to practice her hand strength, He Yan started to sneak out of the back door of the mansion before dawn every day, climbed to the Donghuang Mountain of the capital to help the monks in the temple pick up water and chop firewood. At first, she also wrinkled her skin like this, and when she gradually developed calluses, she was cured. Then, two buckets could be easily carried, and she could also hang stones on her wrists to punch.

She is not smart, so she can only use stupid methods. Over time, she has the qualifications to compete with men.

But now, everything has returned to the starting point. Not to mention taking away what originally belonged to me, just this weak body cannot bear the dead end of what she will go in the future, full of thorns.

"Then practice." He Yan said to himself, "Just like before." This may be a test given to her by God, as the price of her rebirth, but what's so scary?
Chapter completed!