The firewood comes in various sizes, the smallest about three fingers thick, which only needs to be chopped into sections.
The larger pieces are numerous, some as thick as a person's leg, others as wide as a bowl, all needing to be split into three-finger thickness.
Yin Le picked up the axe, which was quite heavy, but having gotten used to chopping wood in the canteen, wielding an axe wasn't an issue for her.
However... the pile of wood to be chopped was taller than her!
Yin Le swallowed a gulp of saliva, her inner self screaming: Ah Wang, why did you go and bring back so much wood for no reason!
She put down the axe and went to look at the two leaky wooden buckets. There was water in the cistern, so she filled a bucket, and the water gushed out. Though the stream was thin, it flowed surprisingly fast; before a fifth of the incense stick had burned, the bucket was empty.
