Under the cover of night, Bi Fang worked up a sweat, his large hammer striking the logs repeatedly, striving to split them into uniformly sized timbers as soon as possible.
There was one thing Bi Fang never mentioned to others, and that was his mild obsessive-compulsive disorder...
If the logs were of uneven lengths or the thickness varied too greatly, he would feel extremely uncomfortable and would end up spending more effort on this basis.
However, doing so wasn't without purpose; if the logs were the right size, then the raft would naturally be sturdier, less likely to encounter any accidents.
Yes, that's right, he was doing this for more safety, "Wilderness Survivalist," with Master Fang leading with stability!
[Several days to chop a tree, I actually watched for a whole day, unbelievable.]
[Old Fang could stand out as a part-time lumberjack, just what I need for home renovation. How much would it cost to hire Old Fang to make furniture?]
