In this way, about two more hours passed, and Qin Zhan climbed to the top of the mountain. Due to the relatively high altitude of the summit, the temperature here is unusually low. In addition, there are snowflakes on the top of the mountain.

Qin Zhan saw a small pavilion not far away, and Steward Mo was sitting in the pavilion with hot pot and hot wine, eating happily.

Seeing this, Qin Zhan hurriedly ran over, and without waiting for Steward Mo to speak, he took the initiative to eat.

The hour is almost midday.

Qin Zhan hadn't eaten in the morning, and he had climbed the mountain road for half a day, and his stomach was already hungry. Seeing the delicious food, Qin Zhan had long been unable to care about his image, if it wasn't too hot, it was estimated that he would have started directly.

Seeing Qin Zhan's gobbling up his food, Steward Mo said with a smile: "Young Master, you are a long time later than I originally thought, if you are any later, I am afraid you will not be able to catch up with the evening market."

Hearing the old housekeeper speak, Qin Zhan said before he could figure it out: "Grandpa Mo, you are too ruthless, you actually let Ah Da Ah Er's two stinky boys beat me, and you will beat them for me when you go back." Also, did you just say that the evening market is a market that hunters and farmers usually use to trade their produce and game?"

"You've got to get there before dark, I'm afraid you'll be sleeping on the streets, hehe."

Steward Mo smiled a little wickedly.

"I know that place, I eat sweet potatoes a lot there. What am I going to do there, though?"

Qin Zhan asked as he chewed his meat.

"Of course it's to sell things, otherwise what will you eat and live in this month?"

Steward Mo said as a matter of course.

"What do you mean, I don't understand"

"That's right, in the next month, you will be kicked out of the Qin Mansion. Old slave, I feel sorry for the young master's situation, but after thinking about it, I didn't sleep all night last night. Finally, I have thought of a way out for you, which can achieve the purpose of cultivation and find a way out for you to survive."

Steward Mo said with a benevolent face.

If you just look at Steward Mo's expression, it is estimated that everyone will think that this is a loving elder. But after listening to his words, Qin Zhan only felt that Steward Mo was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"See that tree?"

Qin Zhan looked along Steward Mo's direction, and saw trees about twenty meters tall growing on both sides of a mountain spring.

"That's cedar pine, it's the best firewood. The firewood in our house is this kind of tree bought, with a large amount of oil, which is relatively easy to ignite, and the most important thing is that there is no oil smoke, which is very popular with housewives. In the future, you will cut down one every day, and when you go down the mountain, you will carry a basket on your back and sell it at the market, which is estimated to be almost enough to pass your daily consumption. Okay, I've got everything ready for you, so you can cut it when you're full. The tree is a little hard, but according to the young master's brave combat power, it must be a piece of cake, a trivial matter of sprinkling water."

"Young master, hurry up, time is running out"

Steward Mo didn't forget to remind Qin Zhan to pay attention to the time.

"This old guy is too shameless."

After having a full meal, Qin Zhan picked up the axe prepared by Steward Mo and walked towards a cedar tree. When Qin Zhan got closer, he found that the smallest of these trees was as thick as the waist of three or four adults, and the black bark looked as hard as bluestone. Qin Zhan rolled up his sleeves, raised the axe, and slashed towards a tree with all his strength, only to feel that the axe seemed to be split on a stone, and there was a crisp collision sound, and Qin Zhan's little hands were numb with the huge rebound force, while the big tree was only a little broken.

"Damn, this tree is too hard, this has to be cut until the Year of the Monkey."

Qin Zhan turned his head and just wanted to complain to Steward Mo, but he saw that Steward Mo was humming a little song rubbing his back, without the slightest intention of caring about Qin Zhan.

In desperation, Qin Zhan could only slash down with an axe and axe, and scolded those minions in his mouth and Steward Mo by the way.

I don't know how long it took to see that the sun was sinking little by little, and the tree that Qin Zhan cut down was still standing there, only a small half of the gap in the place where Qin Zhan fell.

Ignoring Qin Zhan's surprised expression, Steward Qin walked directly to the mountain spring, unbuttoned his clothes and soaked in the hot spring, and from time to time his mouth made a comfortable sound that made people want to fight.

In fact, Qin Zhan was also very uncomfortable at this time. This afternoon, he did not let up at all, he kept cutting trees, and his hands were bleeding from the shock. If it had been placed in the past, Qin Zhan would have cried for his father and mother a long time ago. And this time, Qin Zhan didn't. During the cutting of the tree, Qin Zhan's mind had been vaguely echoing some memories, feeling very intimate but also very vague. In fact, Qin Zhan was very envious of others having fathers and mothers, but he didn't. So he wants to be a bad boy, and only then will others notice him.

By the time Qin Zhan came down the mountain with firewood on his back, it was already almost dark, and Qin Zhan could see the smoke from other people's kitchens from a distance.

Qin Zhan didn't know if he still wanted to go to the market, he felt that there should be no one there there now. Qin Zhan really wanted to go home, eat a good meal, and then take a hot bath and sleep beautifully.

However, Qin Zhan also knew that what Steward Mo said was not a joke.

At this time, Qin Zhan was tired and hungry, so he could only drag his body towards the market.

Just as Qin Zhan thought, the people in the bazaar had already gone, and only some peasant vendors were left cleaning up their stalls, probably they were planning to go home.

And at this moment, Qin Zhan squatted weakly in a corner of the market, watching these vendors pack up their stalls and leave one by one. During this period, Qin Zhan really wanted to find a vendor and exchange some food with him, but the dignity of the little young master made him unable to pull this face.

In the end, Qin Zhan couldn't stand the protest, and when he saw that the last stall vendor was leaving, he finally walked over desperately.

Qin Zhan said resignedly: "Can you give me some food, I have firewood, or cedar and pine, I can exchange it with you."

"I have sweet potatoes here, I can exchange them with you. It's you, and what bad things do you want to do."

Hearing such an inexplicable sentence, Qin Zhan couldn't help but cheer up and take a closer look at the person opposite.

"It turned out to be you, me, me, me, I didn't mean anything else, I just wanted to change some food."

It turned out that this little girl was the little girl named Ling'er who Qin Zhan bullied some time ago. Moreover, Ah Da also slapped the little girl who slapped others, and Qin Zhan also ate other people's sweet potatoes for nothing.

"That, it was all my family's slave's fault the other day, he shouldn't have bullied you, it's none of my business. Besides, I haven't compensated you yet."

Qin Zhan had to be cheeky at this time and say that he would treat his charity as a favor.

Since the little girl saw that it was Qin Zhan, she had already turned around and continued to clean up her sweet potato stall, no longer caring about Qin Zhan.