Before he knew it, two months had passed.
During that time, Xiao Mo's days began the moment he opened his eyes, consisting of little more than carrying firewood and starting fires.
He still had no clue how to approach the three tasks mentioned by the Hundred Generations Book.
After all, at his age, he was too weak to even truss a chicken. Just as Master Niu had said, the moment he stepped outside Tushan Mansion, he'd probably be turned into baby greens. How could he even think about anything else?
Xiao Mo felt the only thing he could do for now was to stay in the Tushan Mansion, build up his body, and simply get by day to day.
And while he worked himself to the bone in Tushan Mansion, he at least got to eat his fill.
In the Demon Race's World, where humans were treated worse than dogs, being able to eat a full meal every day was a luxury for most ordinary people.
