"Use some tonight and put the rest on the cart to use along the way. It's really too damp here."
Xu Yunjian nodded quickly and replied:
"No problem, Mr. Thomson."
Thomson responded casually with a sound, then walked towards the distant little river with a potato.
After he left.
Will took out two axes from the side of the carriage, handed one to Xu Yun:
"Mr. Luo Feng, can you chop wood?"
Xu Yun took the axe, testing the handle with his uninjured right hand, meaningfully said:
"Of course, it was passed down from Lord Newton's family line."
Will: "0v0?"
Then Xu Yun followed Will to the pile of firewood and began chopping.
It was quite a coincidence.
William Thomson found all the wood were poplar branches, as these plants are dry and brittle, very suitable for firewood.
Looking at these uniquely English small poplar trees, Xu Yun suddenly thought of the 1665 dungeon.
Back then, Little Niu had also chopped this kind of wood with him before taking him to William's home.
