After adjusting the fire, Han Qiwu returned to the miniature Forest of Ten Thousand Trees and continued chopping away.
The remaining twenty trees were all just ordinary large-leaf poplars, nothing particularly special about them.
The sap from poplar trees smelled awful and had no medicinal value. Even if he cut them down, he wouldn't bother tasting them.
If it were white poplar, there would at least be some hope.
The catkins from white poplars could help reduce heat and inflammation, even treating chicken toes disease.
Judging by the looks of the meat chicken and Little Spark, who knows, this stuff might come in handy someday.
After chopping down twenty large-leaf poplars, Han Qiwu stood up straight, wiped his sweat, and was just about to head back to the house for dinner. Suddenly, a message in the texture of wood appeared before him.
[The total number of trees chopped has met the requirement. Daily tree refresh count is now increased to 40.]
