After Mu Yangling chopped two large piles of firewood and tied them up, some people arrived in the forest one after another. Everyone was here to chop firewood.
When they saw that Mu Yangling had already chopped so much, they took a few more glances and dispersed. Everyone was new and did not know each other.
Mu Yangling stuck two sticks in and lifted it, then waved at Xiuhong and said, "Let's go back."
Xiuhong quickly tied the small bunch of firewood she had picked up with a straw rope and carried it on her back. Seeing that she was having a hard time carrying it, Mu Yangling simply picked it up from her back and carried it herself. "Let's go quickly. Great-aunt must be waiting for us."
Xiuhong had to jog to barely catch up to Mu Yangling.
The few strong men who were cutting trees in the mountains smacked their lips when they saw this. "That pile of firewood must be more than 100 catties. How impressive. I wonder which family's son it is."
