Yun Jiao glanced at him, "Who made that rule?"
"They chop wood because they are diligent on their own."
"Today, I just want you to chop wood."
Seeing Zhou Shaoping still standing motionless, Yun Jiao said calmly, "What, I can't command you anymore?"
Zhou Shaoping's cheeks twitched a few times, then he went to the backyard.
Ah Hu was slowly practicing boxing in the yard, occasionally glancing at Zhou Shaoping.
Sometimes he would direct, "That's not right, chopping it too big doesn't burn well."
"Hey, didn't you have breakfast? Why do you have no strength at all?"
Zhou Shaoping was holding in a bellyful of anger.
He had just carried several buckets of water and was already exhausted, and now they wanted him to chop wood. Was Yun Jiao deliberately giving him a hard time?
As the weather gradually heated up, Zhou Shaoping swung the axe forcefully, chopping wood until he was drenched with sweat.
