Origins martialist

Chapter 2's

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

　　"Gu He is in charge. Although this Yan Sheng brat was thin and looked powerless, he was able to withstand the hardships. Two hundred pieces of firewood a day is not a problem. It's definitely not gonna delay your work."

　　He continued speaking, "Dad Yan Sheng has just died, May he be able to reconsider."

　　Yan Sheng pursed his lips and said nothing, it was the best choice not to interrupt at this moment.

　　Gu He's pouting brows relaxed slightly, as if he felt pity, and finally sighed:

　　"Well hmm, I leave this job to him. It has been agreed that at least two hundred pieces of firewood per day should be available, but more is needed and paid for more. If you can't do it well, I'll replace it with another job."

　　Gu niu was overjoyed, thanked her repeatedly, and patted her chest to reassure.

　　"Trust me with your performance appraisal."

　　"Tomorrow early, let him cut firewood every day."

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

　　Earning two copper coins a day and not even being able to afford a bag of rice, how long could this brat last?

　　The voices of Yan Sheng and Gu niu followed Gu He's back:

　　"Thank you, Mr. Gu He!"

　　There was excitement in Yan Sheng's eyes, he finally had a source of income, even though he only had two cents a day, but it was only temporary, if he became proficient in the future, he might be able to split more firewood a day. .

　　Most importantly, he had no choice.

　　Even for such a job, Gu niu must have consumed a lot of energy.

　　Yan Sheng looked at Gu niu sincerely, and said with gratitude:

　　"Sister Niu, thank you!"

　　Gu niu grinned, looking happy.

　　"Fool, your father entrusted me to take care of you more before he died, so you don't have to be too shy. Now that you've recovered, I'm glad you can get a job now."

　　"Anyway, life is the most important thing."

　　"Tomorrow, when you arrive at Mr. Gu He's place, you must be careful in your words and deeds. Cutting firewood is hard work, but if you work hard, you can hang on for two cents a day, you'll be fine after that."

　　Gu niu patted Yan Sheng on the shoulder, the difference in body size between the two was obvious, and there was a difference of one size.

　　Gu niu was at the peak of youth, had good archery skills, strong arm strength, and often had a meat tonic, and his face had a red glow.

　　On the other hand, Yan Sheng.

　　Just fourteen years old, she had been malnourished for years and was extremely thin.

　　"Sister niu, have you eaten? Come in and join us."

　　Yan Sheng greeted.

　　Gu Erniu smiled and shook her head, "Your sister-in-law's house is ready. After you finish your work, rest for a few days. I plan to go to the mountain. You'll be more helpful to your sister-in-law." Then."

　　Yan Sheng nodded repeatedly.

　　"Sister Er Niu, you must be careful. The savage beast that entered the field a few days ago was nowhere to be found. It's very dangerous in the mountains. Why don't we go away in a minute?"

　　"The master in the village has been patrolling for a few days and has yet to find him. We can't wait any longer. If we don't take advantage of the time to go to the mountain to hunt more prey, it will be hard to wait until winter."

　　Gu Erniu sighed, told Yan Sheng a few more words, then turned around and walked towards the house.

　　His house was not far from Yan Sheng's house, about 100 meters away.

　　Yan Sheng looked at Gu's back

niu, a little envious.

　　Mastering archery and familiar with the conditions in the mountains, you can hunt in the mountains, which is much more slick than ordinary tenant farmers.

　　"However, it's also a matter of pinning your head to your trouser belt. If you accidentally encounter a large insect or a blind bear, you could die."

　　Yan Sheng shook his head.

　　Of course, if given a choice, he would still choose to become a hunter.

　　High risk and high return, if you hunt for valuable prey, you can accumulate enough wealth.

　　Otherwise, if you spend your entire life farming, there is no hope of turning around.

　　Just like my own father, he couldn't even keep a single tael of silver in his entire life.

　　"Unfortunately, if a skill like archery is not passed down from father to son, it's basically futile."

　　Even if he had a good relationship with Gu niu, Yan Sheng did not expect Gu niu to entrust his archery skills to himself.

　　It's people who eat, so it's not easy to spread the word.

　　"For the current plan, first defend well, and then find a way to save one tael of silver as quickly as possible. If you cannot save before the age of fifteen, then you will be sixteen!"

　　Yan Sheng's eyes were firm.

　　"I have to practice martial arts. Only by practicing martial arts can I change the basic fate!"

　　He went into the house to start a fire and cook.

　　The rice is cooked with rice bran that is difficult to swallow, the vegetables are the roots of wild vegetables that are dug up, and a little bit of bitter salt ground from the salt blocks is hardly added. It tastes a little good, but it's actually not much better.

　　But Yan Sheng was still eating a mouthful.

　　…

　　Next morning.

　　Yan Sheng had breakfast, locked the room door, took out some pancakes made from bran bran bran, and headed towards the northern courtyard of the master's house.

　　There were thousands of households in the gu village, scattered around the main house of the gu lord.

　　The closer the family is to the master's house, the richer it will be.

　　Without squinting, Yan Sheng lowered his head and rushed off.

　　Immediately stopping at the blue stone tile wall, there was a branch of peach tree sticking out in the courtyard, which was very different from the fence of Yan Sheng's thatched house, Yan Sheng reached out to knock on the door, and a boy looked out.

　　"Manager Gu He asked me to cut firewood." Yan Sheng explained his purpose.

　　The boy looked at the skinny Yan Sheng up and down, a little insulting, but he did not say much.

　　He had just brought Yan Sheng to the door.

　　The two did not speak to each other, the maid brought Yan Sheng around in circles, and immediately stopped in the backyard of the firewood house, where piles of logs and dry firewood were placed there.

　　The boy said: "Cut the firewood here, don't wander anywhere else. Before dark, Gu He will pay you according to the amount of firewood you cut."

　　After all, he left without looking back.

　　Yan Sheng did not care either.

　　After looking into the courtyard for a bit, he directed his gaze to the pile of dry firewood.

　　Yan Sheng visually inspected the past, and found that there were about fifty pieces of dry firewood in one pile, and each piece of dry firewood was one arm long, in size, and as thick as a bowl.

　　The task is to divide this log into two from the middle, then divide it into two.

　　Two hundred pieces of firewood, the time was narrow, as Gu He had said, this amount was a challenge for Yan Sheng.

　　Yan Sheng wasted no time, put aside the rice cakes and water, and picked up the axe on the shelf next to him.

　　The axe was rather heavy, but it was still new and had a sharp tip.

　　Yan Sheng weighed the axe in his hand, placed a piece of firewood on the pole, and held the axe with both hands.

　　His eyes were riveted, he drank lightly in his heart, raised his hands high, and struck with an axe.

　　Ton!

　　An axe blade embedded in the firewood, Yan Sheng lifted the firewood and axe together, lifted it again, and cut it hard.

　　Cross over!

　　Firewood is roughly divided into two parts and falls on either side of the pole, although disproportionately, it is not bad.

　　The anti-shock force was transmitted from the wooden pillar of the chassis, making Yan Sheng's arm numb and sore.

　　He's getting a little pale.

　　"Cutting firewood is not easy. Since this axe is so sharp, I have to save manpower. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to cut even a hundred pieces of firewood, let alone two hundred pieces of firewood."

　　Yan Sheng knew that even though he was very relaxed now, it was because he was at the peak of his physical strength, he might have to regain his physical strength for a long time after cutting a piece of firewood.

　　"Continue! Cut the firewood first!"

　　Yan Sheng took the firewood that had been scattered into two, set it up, and descended several times with an axe, a wooden rod directly divided into four parts.

　　In this way, a piece of firewood is cut.

　　Yan Sheng was panting, his arm a little sore.

　　A piece of firewood ran out like this, and his health was extremely poor, but Yan Sheng had to finish this hard-earned job.

　　Stack the split firewood on the other side.

　　Momentary break.

　　Yan Sheng placed a second wooden rod on the stake.

　　Nah!

　　takk!

　　no trucks!

　　…

　　In a firewood chamber, the sound of split firewood can be heard from time to time, but the frequency is intermittent and tends to get slower.

　　After a quarter of an hour.

　　After cutting off the tenth stick, Yan Sheng was out of breath, with sweat dripping from his forehead and back.

　　He felt he had underestimated the hard work of cutting wood.

　　"Two copper coins are really hard to come by."

　　Yan Sheng was helpless, and suddenly startled, an inexplicable thought appeared in his mind, he subconsciously opened the panel of prowess.

　　I saw a fruitful martial arts column inside your panel.

　　[Self Defense Arts]: Cutting firewood (1% starting level)