Dongzhang in the God Sculpture

The next day, Dongzhang was woken up early in the morning by his growling stomach.

Rubbing his eyes and looking at the woods in front of him that became extremely clear against the morning glow, he stood up and stretched fiercely facing the morning sun. Dongzhang made a move that would undoubtedly be suicidal in later generations.

The whole person just fell backwards, head down and feet up like this, falling from a tree more than ten meters high, the whistling wind messed up Dongzhang's hair, but it didn't mess up With his clear eyes, he saw that he was about three or four meters away from the ground. Only then did Dongzhang adjust his body in the air, and his whole body turned into a horizontal state. The reaction force instantly counteracted the huge force of the downward fall, and the whole person became in a state of flying horizontally, and when he was about to land, he took out the long sword inserted obliquely on the back waist, and the scabbard was cut against the ground. After a few castrations, he finally stood firmly on the ground with a beautiful somersault, then shook the dirt long sword on the scabbard and returned to his lower back.

I rubbed my head in annoyance. I ate pheasant last night. What should I eat today? I saw a river not far from the tree. Go and have a look. Let’s eat fish in the morning...

Countless delicacies flashed through his mind, and finally he chose to walk to the river in front of him. After walking two miles, he heard the sound of chopping firewood in his ears, and Dongzhang walked slowly looking for the sound.

It was approaching, and the sound came from not far from the river. I saw a white-haired old man slowly chopping branches with his hands and feet. He was about to breathe heavily for a while, but Dongzhang approached, but the old man still ignored him, ignoring the arrival of Dongzhang, a stranger, and Dongzhang also stood quietly by and watched for a while, and didn't ask for help mean.

The two of them ignored each other, one looked at the other, and the other slashed. They did not interfere with each other, but they were quite harmonious. At this time, the old man was already sweating profusely and panting, but he still stubbornly refused to rest. Still swinging the ax puffingly, at this moment, Dong Zhang, who had been standing quietly by the side and watching, said:

"Old man, I will lend you a stick."

The old man squinted at Dongzhang, then turned his head to cut down his tree, and only after a moment did he reply in a low voice: "If you want to use it, you can take it yourself."

"Hey, thanks."

The interesting old man, Dong Zhang thanked him happily, and casually found a branch about two fingers thick in the old man's few firewood, unsheathed his long sword, sharpened one end of the branch, took off his shoes and socks, and then slowly to the nearby river.

There is no industrial waste water pollution, no electric fish, and no large-scale fried fish. The ecological environment of the river at this time is still very good, maybe it’s just that the fishing tools are outdated. Standing in the river, Dongzhang looks at the crystal clear river water under his feet From time to time, three or two river fish swam nearby, and their eyes began to narrow slightly, concentrating.

call out!

With a lightning-fast stabbing, a palm-sized fish was rubbed past the fish's head. Although it didn't pierce the fish's head, it just hit it, but it had only circled in the river. I don't know if it was hit. Stirring its nerves, Dongzhang thought to himself that the distance between the refraction of the water and the reality is somewhat different, then adjusted the angle, and with a soft bang, this time the fish's head was easily pierced.

Randomly picked the fish from the shore, and the fish landed safely on the shore. Dongzhang continued to stab the fish with his head depressed. He knew his appetite, so he only picked big fish weighing more than one catty. It took less than an hour for this meeting, and when he stabbed seven or eight more, Dongzhang turned off the fire and went ashore.

Counting, oh well, there are a total of 27 fish. At this time, the sound of puffing is still going on. Dongzhang looked up. At this time, the strange old man was still tied up and chopping non-stop. Dongzhang looked at it. On the ground, there are only seven or eight pieces of wood the size of a fist, and those small branches are not counted, right? A piece of firewood the size of a fist, the old man would have to pant violently for more than half a minute every time he slashed. It took him at least half an hour to chop such a big firewood.

Without paying too much attention to him, Dongzhang used vines to run more than 20 fish of his own to the river to clean their internal organs. Because he has done a lot in later generations, so it only took Xiaoer 10 minutes, and Dongzhang cleaned them up. The viscera of all 27 fish had been cleaned. When walking back, Dongzhang found that the stubborn old man had finally stopped swinging the ax and stopped to rest.

At this time, he was sitting next to his own firewood, carefully chewing the rice ball in his hand, he would have to drink three sips of water to swallow it after chewing a mouthful of the rice ball, one can imagine how hard the rice was.

Dongzhang threw the 27 fish on the ground and walked towards the old man, looking at the firewood on the ground cheerfully, Dongzhang said with a smile: "Old man, can I borrow some more firewood?"

The old man glanced at the fat fish all over the ground behind Dongzhang, looked at the rice ball in his hand calmly, and said plainly: "If you want to use it, you can take it yourself."

Hehehe, this old man is really interesting.

"Hey, that's a good relationship. I really thank you, old man. You're welcome, boy."

After Dongzhang finished talking, he casually took away five sticks of firewood the size of a fist. This was already most of the old man's work in the morning. When Dongzhang took away the firewood, the old man didn't even lift his eyes, but still concentrated on chewing. Holding the rice ball in his hand, as if it was the most delicious food in the world, even when Dongzhang passed by him holding the firewood, the old man didn't even glance at Dongzhang.

When he came to the shore, Dongzhang took out the fire bag and lit the fire smoothly. Looking at the fish piled up at his feet, Dongzhang ran to the old man and took away a dozen or so finger-thick branches. The old man still said the same thing, Wanting to pick it up by himself, he didn't look at Dongzhang the whole time, just chewed the rice ball in his hand, and Dongzhang happily took it away.

When the flames were flourishing, Dongzhang had already stuffed fish around the fire, and he was leisurely waiting for the food to be cooked, while the old man behind him had already rested, and now he started chopping again. Burning firewood, two irrelevant people are doing their own things, seemingly unconnected, yet seemingly connected.

Not long after, the fish around the fire were all cooked, and Dongzhang began to feast on them, and he continued to put the raw fish next to the fire. At this time, the old man chopped four or five pieces of firewood the size of his fist, and his whole body The undershirt was already soaked with sweat, and the rest time after swinging the ax was significantly longer, and when Dongzhang finished eating seven fish, there was obviously not enough firewood.

Looking at the old man sitting on the ground panting, Dong Zhang smiled and walked towards him...