“No… That’s impossible. Where’s the firewood? Where’s all the firewood we chopped?”
An Hao rushed into the straw shed and circled around.
They had worked long and hard to fill the straw shed with firewood. How could everything disappear like that?
“Was the firewood stolen? Who stole it?!”
An Gouzi could not believe his eyes and even pinched himself secretly.
However, no matter how many times he closed and reopened his eyes, the straw shed in front of him remained empty. There was nothing inside—not even a piece of wood shaving.
“So you still know that you have to come?”
They heard a familiar voice suddenly and trembled instinctively.
It’s An Jiuyue. Is An Jiuyue back? Is An Jiuyue behind this? Did she take away all the firewood we’d been chopping for days?
However, they did not dare to say anything because they did not witness how An Jiuyue removed the firewood.
Even if the entire village came, they could not possibly take all the firewood without causing any commotion, right?
“I didn’t expect this! You didn’t chop a single piece of firewood after I’d been gone for so long!”
An Gouzi and the others were speechless.
Did we not chop a single piece of firewood? Or is she deliberately making things difficult for us by taking away all the firewood?
Unfortunately, they did not dare to say that. They were sure An Jiuyue would pounce on them and beat them up if they did.
Although they outnumbered An Jiuyue, she had Bai Tai. Her fists were rock-hard, and they dared not flatter her. Her punches could send them flying and break trees!
Could they afford to offend her? Of course not. Hence, they did not dare to say anything.
“Miss… Miss Qian, you…” Say something for us!
An Feng looked past An Jiuyue to Qian Yiyun, who had come down with her.
Others might not know they had worked, but she would.
They had worked so hard and were almost done! They would not have to come tomorrow. But after they had gone home last night to sleep, all their hard work felt like a mere dream.
Did An Jiuyue want them to overwork and die here?
Qian Yiyun, whom An Feng called out to, ignored them. She shrugged and turned to talk to Yan Nuo.
These people deserve it. What’s wrong with punishing them when they’ve done wrong? The harsher the punishment, the better. Otherwise, they may do stupid things like stealing again.
An Jiuyue stared at them coldly and ordered, “What are you waiting for? Hurry up and chop some firewood. Are you waiting for me to help you?”
The men trembled in unison.
Waiting for An Jiuyue to help them? Was she going to help them “stretch their muscles”? They did not need it! They did not need it at all!
“No, we’ll chop firewood now. Don’t be angry, Jiuyue. Don’t be angry.”
They had no choice but to go, no matter how reluctant they were. Otherwise, they would be in for a lot more than a beating.
…
The men dragged their feet helplessly through the forest, wielding machetes and saws.
“Brother Dog, what do you think we should do?”
An Hao wiped his tears secretly. He wanted to die.
