"A strange axe?" Yue Peng looked at Zhang Jia with a slanted eyes.

"I won't let this broken firewood be chopped." Zhang Jia blamed him again.

"Mirty Mu Chai?" Yue Peng looked disgusted. "I didn't expect you to be so lustful!"

Zhang Jia put his hands on his hips, staring at Yue Peng with a shrew cursing look and said, "Yo! What does it mean? Are you brave?"

Yue Peng thought of his own experience yesterday, and was rarely tough at this time. At this time, he also imitated Zhang Jia's appearance and stared at her: "What do you mean? Axe and firewood are not responsible for this."

Zhang Jia's momentum was exaggerated and he said quibblingly: "That's what I gave Mushroom Roof. Otherwise, if I had done such a difficult thing alone, wouldn't they be embarrassed?" Zhang Jia felt the more he made sense and nodded seriously.

Yue Peng rolled his eyes and retorted without hesitation, "You are so powerful, why don't you go to heaven?"

Zhang Jia smiled proudly and said, "I finally asked my mother to let me descend to earth, but I haven't found my prince yet. How could I go back easily?" After saying that, she looked shy.

Bu Fan, who had just washed up, heard Zhang Jia's delicate words and said casually, "Sister Zhang Jia, you haven't had a good sleep at the latest and are still dreaming!"

"Boy, I'm going to beat you to death. Don't stop me this time." As soon as he said this, Zhang Jia rushed over with great momentum.

Of course, Zhang Jia is not stupid either. When she was rushing, she did not forget to find her teammates and shouted at Zhang Zifeng: "Sister, your brother said you are stupid."

Zhang Zifeng also cooperated to show his fierce and masturbation, "Brother, do you think I'm stupid?"

"There is nothing absolutely nothing!"

Bu Fan would not admit that Zhang Zifeng said this even though he was beaten to death. Just kidding Zhang Jia, he could afford to provoke him. Zhang Zifeng was too late to hide, so he would be too late to provoke him? Do you dare to provoke him?

Seeing Bu Fan’s argument, Zhang Zifeng asked fiercely: “Then do you mean I’m not a little fairy?”

"No, you are a little fairy, a little fairy." Bu Fan quickly admitted.

"That's me stupid?" Zhang Zifeng asked. "Dad Wang, brother said I'm stupid."

So this is the reason why you can't afford to offend. If you don't agree with one word, summon Wang Lei, if you don't agree with two words, summon Teacher He, if you don't agree with three words, you can't afford to offend both.

Without hearing Zhang Zifeng's call, Wang Lei's voice immediately came out of the room, "Boy, are you bullying your sister again?"

Hearing this, Bu Fan could only choose to be in the wind...

Zhang Jia was so funny that she laughed, and did not go to trouble Bu Fan, but walked towards her sister and reached out to high and high up to praise Zhang Zifeng. "Sister, you really have it. It's amazing."

Seeing this, Bu Fan could only sigh and shake his head, "Hey! Woman..."

Why make things difficult for men?

"Hmm?" Zhang Jia and her sister both looked over.

"Very very good." Seeing this, Bu Fan's tone changed and he admitted defeat.

He couldn't afford to mess with him and wanted to hide. There was no place for him to stand in the yard. Bu Fan still obediently went into the house to help him, leaving the glorious and arduous task of pleasing the two girls to Yue Peng, who was a beast or a bully.

......

Not long after, breakfast was ready, and everyone gathered in the pavilion to have fun and ate. After everyone had almost the same food, Teacher He leaned on the chair and said to Bu Fan: "Xiaofan, Zhang Jia wants to chop firewood today, you can do it!"

"Splitting wood? Why do you want to chop that?" Bu Fan was speechless. Although a girl was not delicate, she was at least a female. She didn't learn how to use needles and threads to embroider the soles of her shoes and had to dance a knife and use a stick. Is this blood lipid really suitable?

No wonder I am almost thirty years old and I haven’t heard of any boyfriend or something, but I haven’t even had a scandal. I think it’s worth reflecting on it.

Whoever likes such a girl with such a strong combat power must not have a washboard at home when she gets married.

"Why can't you learn it?" Zhang Jia heard Bu Fanshuang's negative sentence, and felt that she looked down on her.

"Yes, why can't it be!" Seeing Zhang Jia frowning, Bu Fan instantly held up without any stance, stood up and sorted out his clothes, made a gesture to Zhang Jiabi, and asked, "Let's go?"

"That's necessary!" Zhang Jia was not timid at all. Hearing Bu Fan's invitation, he stood up without saying a word and followed Bu Fan to the place where he split the wood.

After the two arrived at the place, Zhang Jiahao reached out to Bu Fan with dissatisfaction and made a call: "Please start your performance."

She wanted to see what such a difficult chopping firewood would look like in his hands.

"Brother, come on!" Zhang Zifeng, who was watching the fun, also jogged to Bu Fan at this time to cheer him up.

Without saying a word, Bu Fan directly put the thicker firewood on the ground on the firewood pier. He took a look and didn't aim much. He picked up the axe and slashed it. The firewood was divided into two in response to the sound.

After splitting Bu Fan, Feng Qingyun said to Zhang Jia next to him: "How is Sister Zhang Jia?"

Before Zhang Jia could answer, as soon as he said this, Zhang Zifeng, a little expert, immediately applauded and cheered with face: "Brother, are you really awesome?"

Zhang Jia looked dissatisfied at this moment, "Do it again." She did the same thing just now, why didn't she hit it?

When Bu Fan heard this, he put down a piece of firewood again, raised his axe again and slashed it down, and the firewood was split in half again.

I can only say that the two actions of chopping wood were tricked by Bu Fan to flow and flowing, and the wind was light and the clouds were light. These were really just sprinkling water.

No doubt, I'm so confident.

Zhang Jia was still not convinced. This time she chose Mu Chai and said, "You use this piece to do it again." She didn't believe it anymore. The thing that stumped her was why Bu Fan directly changed from hell mode to entertainment mode.

Bu Fan was unwilling to accept the price increase and did not believe that he was physically responsible for the title of the mushroom house. Without provoking her, he picked up the piece of wood that Zhang Jia pointed to and placed it on the wooden pier. He raised his hand and fell down again, but the firewood was split in half again.

After the chopping, Bu Fan raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Jia who was stunned at this moment, and shrugged slightly.

Now I know! The physical strength is not something that can be blown out, it has been officially certified.

There is no way, his strength doesn't allow him to keep a low profile!

Zhang Jia saw Bu Fan raise his eyebrows and said in disbelief: "I can't do it!" After saying that, he grabbed the axe from Bu Fan's hand, waved his hand to give Bu Fan a little farther, put a piece of wood on the wooden pier, and slashed it with an axe, and the axe directly chopped it on the wooden pier.

"Sister Zhang Jia, when you chop, you must control the angle of force exerting on your hands and achieve balance, so that you will not keep striking like this. When chopping, you must exert force together with your feet, waist, arms, etc., so that you can chop force even if the axe is not too high."

Zhang Jia nodded and pulled out the axe, and then slashed another axe directly. This time he hit the bull's eye and the wood was instantly divided into two halves.

"Hahaha... I succeeded, don't you see that I succeeded." Seeing that he split the firewood with an axe, Zhang Jia felt that his heart was instantly wrapped in a sense of accomplishment. He first walked around the scene for a while and shouted at everyone.

"Sister Zhang Jia actually has no tricks to chop firewood, and she is still proficient. Why don't you try again?" Bu Fan suggested in a humble manner.

"Okay, I'll try!" Zhang Jia didn't think much, and when he heard Bu Fan's words, he picked up the axe and started slashing it.

Bu Fan hurriedly pulled Zhang Zifeng back to the chair and stared at Zhang Jia. If she showed her highlights, Bu Fan would never be stingy with applause.

Just kidding myself while drinking tea and watching the slowly increasing wood beside Zhang Jia, the fool went to teach her a lesson.

I just asked if Jingjing is not fragrant?

After more than ten and twenty minutes of being chopped by Zhang Jia, the "kind" teacher He couldn't stand it. Zhang Jia finished Bu Fan's work for one or two days and kindly reminded him: "Jia Jia, this firewood is enough to burn, I really don't know if I'll chop it to the pile."

Hearing this, Zhang Jia, who was originally stanced and ready to put out an axe, was stunned on the spot.

Who is she? Where is she? What is she doing?

I thought that I had chopped firewood for so long, wasn’t this a shame? Why did I come to be a guest but I couldn’t help but chop firewood with curiosity?

Moreover, it seems, maybe, it seems, probably...... She was addicted to chopping the wood. When the axe fell, the wood was instantly split into two halves, the feeling of satisfaction was so good.

Isn’t this the legendary sense of accomplishment? Is there any?
Chapter completed!