He Yunsheng frowned and asked, "What did you say?"
He Yan didn't move, and repeated seriously, "I said, you can't chop wood like this."
The teenager became impatient, "He Yan, go back to the house if you are sick, don't make trouble here."
"You can chop like this, and it won't be finished in the dark." He Yan didn't move.
He Yunsheng seemed to be suddenly angry, the axe slipped out of his hand, and slammed heavily on the bluestone slab, making a loud noise. He took a step forward and said angrily: "If you didn't spend money because of your illness, Dad wouldn't have sent the servant away. You also know that you have to chop until it's dark, so don't point fingers if you haven't chopped wood, you can chop you like that. Come and chop!"
He Yan's heart moved slightly, it turned out that there was a servant in the family, but the poor family took the servant's life to see the doctor send the servant away. Judging from his appearance, he has been holding grudges against this sister for a long time.
Being poor also has the advantages of being poor. For example, there is no one in the yard, and the embarrassing scene of the sister and brother will not be bumped into. If it were the He family and the Xu family in the past, I am afraid that the maids who were watching the fun would be able to form a team of soldiers and horses.
After He Yunsheng finished speaking, he waited for He Yan to jump and curse, but to his surprise, this time, He Yan did not curse, but bent down and picked up the axe that he had thrown on the ground.
She was hit by the heavy axe, and her slender wrists seemed to be unable to withstand the damage, which was shocking to see.
He Yan looked at her hand and frowned slightly. She couldn't even lift an axe. Compared to what she used to do, it was far worse.
He Yunsheng was stunned for a while, and asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?"
"I'll show it to you." He Yan replied.
He Yunsheng got even more angry when he heard this, and said angrily, "Don't be so foolish, you..."
Before he could finish speaking, a bang interrupted his voice.
He Yan had already picked up his axe and cut the firewood in front of him into two neatly.
"Look." She said, "It's very simple, you can't hold the front end of the axe, you have to hold the end of the axe handle, chopping along the grain of the wood, which will save a lot of effort."
He Yunsheng stared at her blankly. After a while, the young man's face flushed red and his tone was almost out of anger. He pointed at He Yan and said, "You, you, you really have ulterior motives! Your hand ... When Dad comes back and sees it, he will definitely scold me! He Yan, you are so scheming, cunning and treacherous!"
"Huh?" He Yan was puzzled. The next moment, a panicked female voice sounded: "Girl, you are bleeding!"
He Yan looked down subconsciously, the palm of his hand was torn to pieces at some point, and blood stains were reflected in the palm of his hand.
She just cleaved a piece of wood with the axe in her hand, and this has worn her hand? How delicate is this body? Growing up, did Miss He ever mention something a little heavier, did she make it with cotton and tofu
He Yan fell into deep thought, and the maid Qingmei had already rushed over and dragged her into the house, and said hurriedly: "I have to wipe it with plaster first, I don't know if it will leave a scar..."
He Yunsheng glared at her angrily, and threw a sentence: "He Yan, just do it, sooner or later you will kill yourself." Then he turned and ran away.
He Yan could not laugh or cry. In her last life, she lived until she was married and married, and until she died. Now, this is the first time someone said she "made".
This kind of feeling is very novel. In the hearts of soldiers and soldiers, "Zuo" is probably a very distant word.
Qingmei put He Yan's hand on her knee, and took the fingertips and smeared the plaster on He Yan's palm, and then she burst into tears, "What if there are scars, you have to find a way to get rid of the scars Row."
"It's okay," He Yan couldn't see the girl's tears, especially a beautiful girl of fifteen or sixteen years old who was younger than her previous life.
Qingmei opened her eyes wide, forgot to wipe away her tears, staring at He Yan speechless.
"What's wrong?" He Yan asked.
"No, nothing." Qingmei wiped her tears and stood up, "It's good that the girl doesn't get angry."
The tone of those words... He Yan looked at the powder jewelry in front of the dresser again, and probably understood a little in his heart. The original Miss He was very beautiful and particular about her beauty. Her delicate skin was meant to be pampered. If she had a hole in it, it would be a big deal.
Did God see that her past life was too rough, and she never experienced what it was like to be a daughter, and she found such a beautiful body for her in this life, and she couldn't stand the wind and rain.
Qingmei asked, "Girl, let me bring you a cup of hot tea. It was raining outside and it was cold."
"Wait." He Yan stopped her, "I remembered one thing. I woke up before, but I can't remember some things clearly..." She looked at Qingmei, "How did I get sick?"
Originally, there was a servant in this family, but the servant was sent away after seeing a doctor for He Yan, which shows that this disease is not born. But in case of sudden illness, she didn't feel any discomfort in the past few days. When everyone in the room saw her, they looked like they were taking good care of her for fear of any accident. He Yan thought it was strange.
Qingmei was shocked when she heard the words, grabbed He Yan's hand, and almost burst into tears: "Girl, you have been sad for Fan Gongzi once, but you can't toss it again. Even if you don't do it for yourself, still You have to think about it for the master and the young master!"
Mr. Fan? man
He Yan asked, "Which Mr. Fan?"
"Girl, what do you mean by this... Yes, Mr. Fan is so ruthless, and he is not a good match. It is also right for the girl to forget about him. The slave will not take the initiative to mention Mr. Fan, as long as the girl is well." After speaking, Qingmei wiped her eyes again.
This little handmaiden is also very fond of crying. The new recruits under her camp who have just come in are not so fond of crying when they go to the battlefield for the first time. Before I asked a few words, the front of my clothes was already wet, and if I continued like this, I would be able to fill the mountains with water without a single stick of incense.
"Okay." He Yan said helplessly, "Then don't mention it, you go to change your clothes first, your clothes are wet."
Qingmei stared at He Yan with wide eyes. Seeing that He Yan's expression was calm and did not look like she was about to collapse, she hesitated for a while and said, "Then the servant will be replaced... Girl, wait for the servant, and the servant will be back soon." went back.
The house was quiet again.
He Yan stretched out his hand and opened his palm to him.
Qingmei's plaster was still standing on her hand, and she was fascinated by this slender and tender hand. Women's strength is naturally weaker than men's. In order to practice hand strength, He Yan would sneak out of the back door of the mansion every day before dawn, and climbed to Donghuang Mountain in the capital to help the monks in the temple fetch water and chop wood. It was like this at the beginning. The skin of the hand is frayed, and it will be healed after the calluses gradually develop. After that, the two buckets can be easily carried, and a stone can be hung on the wrist to punch.
She is not smart, she can only use stupid methods, and over time, she also has the qualifications to compete with men.
Only now, everything is back to square one. Not to mention taking away the things that belonged to her, this weak body alone cannot bear the thorny road that she is going to walk in the future.
"Then practice." He Yan said to himself, "Just like before." This may be a test given to her by God as the price of her rebirth, but what's so scary about that.
But it's all over again.