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Xiao Xian would rather grab a hoe and a basket to enjoy her fill of cherries, but Mei Nian had already issued a strict order. She's not to engage in anything else, her only job is to chop firewood, she is to stay clear of all other farm work.
Chopping firewood would have been fine, except she was given a firewood knife that was blunt on both the back and the edge.
"Xiao Xian, coming to chop wood again?" asked an elder from the village, rumored to be over a hundred years old.
There are about a hundred people in Meijia Village, and after going back and forth a few times, most of the villagers have come to recognize Xiao Xian.
Xiao Xian responded and then glanced again at the cherries heavy on the trees, secretly swallowing her saliva, and walked up to the so-called "firewood."
What Xiao Xian is supposed to chop isn't really firewood. The term "firewood" is more like a pictograph, used to describe its appearance.
