Rebirth of a Star General Chapter 3: Show it to you
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He Yunsheng frowned and asked: "What did you say?"
He Yan remained motionless, repeating 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 look for faults here."
"If you chop like this, it won't be finished even in dark." He Yan didn't move.
He Yunsheng seemed to be angry suddenly, and the axe slipped off his hand and hit the bluestone slab heavily, making a loud noise. He took a step forward and said angrily: "If it weren't for you to spend money because of your illness, Dad wouldn't send the young man away. You still know that you are going to chop until dark. If you haven't chopped the firewood, don't point your finger at you. You can chop you like this. Come hack!"
He Yan's heart moved slightly. It turned out that there was a small servant at home, but because the poor family wanted to see the doctor send the small servant away, the young man took up the job of the small servant. Judging from his appearance, he has been grudges against this sister for a long time, crackling and cynicism, it really doesn't leave any affection.
Poorness also has the advantage of being poor. For example, if there is no one in the yard, the embarrassing scene of the brother and sister will not be bumped by others. If you change to the former He family and Xu family, I am afraid that the maids watching the excitement can form a team of soldiers and horses.
He Yunsheng waited for He Yan to jump and curse after he finished speaking, but to his surprise, this time, He Yan did not curse, but bent down and picked up the one he had thrown on the ground. ax.
She was dropped by the heavy axe, and her slender wrist seemed to be unbearable, which was shocking.
He Yan looked at her hand and frowned slightly. He couldn't even lift the axe. It was far worse than she was before.
He Yunsheng was stunned, and said suspiciously: "What are you doing?"
"I'll show it to you." He Yan replied.
When He Yunsheng heard this, he became even more angry, and said angrily: "Don't mess around, you..."
Before he finished speaking, he interrupted his voice with a "bang".
He Yan has picked up an axe and cut the wood in front of him into two.
"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 and chop along the lines of the wood. It will save a lot of effort."
He Yunsheng stared at her blankly. After a while, the young man's face flushed, and his tone was almost angered. He pointed at He Yan and said, "You, you, you, you really don't have any intentions! Your hand... Father will scold me when he comes back! He Yan, you are so scheming and treacherous!"
"Huh?" He Yan was puzzled. The next moment, a panicked female voice sounded: "Girl, you bleed!"
He Yan looked down subconsciously, his palm was worn out at some point, and the blood stains reflected in his palm, which was vivid and touching.
She just chopped a stick of firewood with the axe in her hand, did she fray her hands? How delicate is this body? Ever since she was young, has Miss He Da mentioned something heavier? Did she make it with cotton and tofu?
He Yan fell into deep thought. Qingmei, the maidservant, had already rushed over and pulled her into the house, and said anxiously: "You have to wipe it off with plaster first, I don't know if it will leave scars..."
He Yunsheng glared at her bitterly, and threw a sentence: "He Yan, do it, you will die sooner or later." He turned and ran.
He Yan couldn't laugh or cry. In her last life, she lived until she got married and died until now. This is the first time someone said she was "doing".
This feeling is very novel. In the minds of soldiers, "work" is probably a very distant word.
Qingmei put He Yan's hand on her knee, took the fingertips and wiped the plaster on He Yan's palm, and then she shed tears, "What can I do if the scar is left, I have to find a way to get rid of it. Scar cream is good."
"It's okay," He Yan couldn't see the girl crying, especially a beautiful girl who was fifteen or sixteen years old and younger than her previous life, so he said with relief: "Leave a scar and leave a scar. Just fine."
Qingmei opened her eyes wide, and forgot to wipe her tears, staring at He Yan speechless.
"What's wrong?" He Yan asked.
"No, nothing." Qingmei wiped her tears and stood up, "It's fine if the girl is not angry."
The tone of this sentence... He Yan looked at the powdered jewellery in front of the dressing table again, and she probably understood something in her heart. The original Miss He was very beautiful and delicate, and the delicate skin of this body was meant to be pampered. If she usually broke a hole, it would be a big deal.
Did God see that she had been too rough in her previous life, and she had never experienced the feeling of being a daughter. Only in this life did she find such a delicate body for her, and she couldn't bear the wind and rain.
Qingmei asked: "Girl, the maidservant can pour you a cup of hot tea. It was raining outside and caught the cold."
"Wait." He Yan called to 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?"
In the beginning, there was a young man in this family, but he was sent away after he was sent to see a doctor. It shows that this disease was not born with him. But if there was a sudden illness, she didn't feel any discomfort in the past few days. Everyone in the room looked at her carefully for fear of accidents when they saw her. He Yan found it weird.
Qingmei lost her face when she heard this, grabbed He Yan's hand, almost crying again: "Girl, you have been sad for Fan Gongzi once, but you can't toss it again. Even if you don't do it for you. I have to think about it for the master and the young master!"
Fan Gongzi? man?
He Yan asked: "Which Young Master Fan?"
"Girl, what do you mean by this...Yes, Master Fan is so ruthless, not a good match, and it is right for the girl to forget him. The slave and maid will not take the initiative to mention Master Fan, as long as the girl is good. "After speaking, Qingmei wiped her eyes again.
This little maid really loves to cry too much. The new recruits under her camp did not cry so much for the first time on the battlefield. I haven't asked a few words yet, the skirt of the clothes is already wet, and if this goes on, you will be able to overflow the golden mountain without a stick of incense.
"Okay." He Yan said helplessly, "Then don't mention it, you go and change your clothes first, your clothes are wet."
Qingmei stared at He Yan, seeing that He Yan was calm and not about to collapse, and he hesitated for a while and said: "The slave and maid will change...the girl, wait for the slave, the slave will be back soon." This is only one step and three backs away.
The room is quiet again.
He Yan stretched out his hand and opened his palm to himself.
The plaster put on by the green plum was still standing on her hand, and she looked at the slender and delicate hand in a daze. The strength of women is inherently weaker than that of men. In order to practice hand strength, He Yan sneaked out from the back door of the mansion every day before dawn every day in order to practice hand strength, and climbed to the Donghuang Mountain in Beijing to help the monks in the temple pick water and chop wood. After the skin of the hand is worn out, it will be better after the cocoon gradually emerges. Then, the two buckets can be easily carried, and the stone can be hung on the wrist to punch.
She is not smart, so she can only use clumsy methods, and over time, she has the qualifications to compete with men.
Just now, everything is back to square one. Not to mention taking away what originally belonged to her, just this weak body can't bear the thorny road that she will go on in the future.
"Let's practice then." He Yan said to herself, "Like before." This may be a test given to her by the heavens as the price for her rebirth, but there is nothing terrible about it.
It's just a start again.