"You still fetch firewood for them?"
Zhang Xiaohua was somewhat speechless, recalling how he too had fetched firewood from the mountain when he was young. However, his big brother and second brother would take turns accompanying him, and he'd carry only a small bundle of firewood. The memory was still fresh in his mind.
"Yeah, otherwise they'd have to spend two more pennies to buy firewood for the tea shed."
Ji Xiaohua said with a smile.
Seeing that there weren't many pedestrians nearby, Zhang Xiaohua's inner child emerged. He placed his sword on the ground and laughed, "Then you grab it. If you can lift it, I'll give you an extra penny every day. But if you can't, I'll deduct a penny from your pay daily."
"Ah! Really? Young Master, don't trick me."
Zhang Xiaohua said, "Why would I trick you? Carry it for me."
