I began to understand the myriad things by chopping wood

Chapter 1: The Woodcutter and the Oracle

A biting autumn wind blew by, and Xie Yuan, who was lying in the leaky wooden house, shivered and woke up from his coma.

Hiss, it’s so cold, where is my quilt…

He squinted his eyes, reached down and felt around, but he didn't feel the down quilt he bought from Taobao. There was nothing on his body.

Kicked the quilt off the bed?
Xie Yuan was thinking in a daze, and was about to turn over to pick it up, when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

The surroundings don’t seem like... my own dormitory?
He suddenly opened his eyes wide, turned over and sat up from the yellow ground, looked around, and was completely stunned.

This……

What’s up with this rotten rural-style wooden house from the 1980s?
No, it’s not as good as the 1980s. At least there weren’t such big holes in the walls of my hometown when I was a child.

It was a small, shabby house with bare walls.

There was no table, except for a thatched bed and a cabinet on the side;
There was nothing on the ground, just yellow earth, and I was sleeping on the ground.

There was only a short-handled axe in the corner of the room, exactly like the one used to chop wood in the countryside;
There was a hemp rope lock on the crooked door, which had now been broken.

The holes in the wall and the open door let in a draft, and Xie Yuan shivered again, feeling a chill.

This is where?

Yesterday, yesterday I was...

Xie Yuan recalled the past and suddenly felt dizzy, with many memories flooding back to him.

I am preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination. I will go to Tianmen Mountain to ask for a fortune and make a wish, hoping that I can do whatever I see and take whatever exam I can, and everything will go smoothly.
He waited in line for a long time, but in the end he got a lucky draw, so he happily took the last cable car down the mountain.
It was dark and foggy, and the cable car floated slowly through the mist, drifting through the gate of heaven;

Looking around, I felt that it was like a fairyland, a ghost cave, and a bit strange.

Then, then...

Xie Yuan's pupils suddenly shrank.

And then comes this world!

Born in a mountain village, his parents died early, and he lived with his brother who was a woodcutter. Although they were poor, they could still make a living.
My eldest brother went into the mountains to chop wood a few days ago and never came back. The villagers helped to look for him, but they only found an axe and tattered clothes, as well as bloodstains and wild animal footprints all over the ground...

Being young and frail, I had no one to rely on, and I had to rely on the help of my neighbors to get by;

But the hooligans in the village still came to the house every now and then, borrowing a basin today and a pot tomorrow. The house, which already had little stuff, was soon emptied.

Finally, last night, the weather turned cold and the ruffian Li Mazi came to the door and wanted to "borrow" the only thick cotton-padded jacket that the eldest brother had left.

Not to mention that it was a relic left by the eldest brother, it was the clothes that the brother wore at the bottom of the box when he went out, and it was of great significance;

To be more practical, in this winter that is coming, without this cotton-padded jacket, won't he be frozen to death?
Xie Yuan naturally refused to lend it to Li Mazi, but he was too weak to compete with him.

During the scuffle, Li Mazi slapped him, knocking him unconscious, and then pushed him away.

Then he landed on his head...

When I woke up again, I suddenly remembered my past and present lives.

The memories of two lives were mixed together, and Xie Yuan was a little dazed.

How could this be?
You were a well-fed and well-clothed college student yesterday, but suddenly became a poor woodcutter in a mountain village?
I don’t even have a piece of thick clothing… No, let alone thick clothing, I don’t even know what to eat for my next meal!
My previous worry was that I wouldn’t be able to find a job, and I felt very stressed.

Now?

Now I have to worry about how I'm going to survive!

Xie Yuan bared his teeth and shuddered again.

This weather is really cold.

Not only did I not have a down jacket, but even my cotton coat was snatched away...

I am already thin and have no warm clothes. How can I survive?
Fuck Li Mazi.

Xie Yuan became furious and subconsciously touched the back of his head, where he saw a big bump.

Was I dead yesterday?

Only then can the mystery in the womb be solved, and one can remember past and present lives and live again?
He gritted his teeth and silently repeated the name Li Mazi several times, but he couldn't settle the score with him for the time being.

He was just an orphan, the poorest woodcutter in the village, and could not afford to offend the gangs of local thugs and bullies.

This world is similar to the ancient feudal dynasty. There are no police in the mountain village and no one can help him.

An orphan like him who has no one to rely on is destined to be bullied.

Especially when a group of hooligans in the village like Li Mazi gathered together and followed Zhang Laoer, they had more numbers and bullied the weak and took advantage of others. The older people in the village could only turn a blind eye.

It was not only because they had a large number of people, but also because Zhang Laoer's elder brother Zhang Dalang had learned martial arts in a martial arts school. After becoming a master, he became a squad leader in the county government!
The warriors of this life are different from the show-offs of the previous life. It is said that those who enter the martial arts world can break stones and climb walls.

Those with a high level of cultivation can even collapse mountains, break rivers, move mountains and fill the sea!
Almost like a god.

Therefore, warriors have a very high status, and even if they have just started, they are much stronger than ordinary people.

As Zhang Dalang was well-educated and held an official position, no one dared to stop his younger brother Zhang Laoer who led a group of hooligans to run rampant in the village.

"Musha……"

Xie Yuan's eyes moved.

If he could choose, Xie Yuan really wanted to go back. Is it that fried chicken and cola are no longer delicious? Or is the mobile phone no longer fun?
No matter how much pressure I had in my previous life, at least I was alive. I could even say I lived a very comfortable life - compared to now, it was heaven.

But I came to this world inexplicably, and it seems that I can’t go back for a while.

A village woodcutter like him who has no one to rely on and no background is at the bottom of the world.

If you want to turn things around, at least you need to have enough food and clothing again, and not be bullied by others.

Maybe only by becoming a warrior?
Burning glass, making soap, um, he doesn’t know how... Even if he figured it out based on his memory, in this world of cultivation, if he is not strong enough, he would be like a child holding gold in a busy market.

Unless you are a warrior yourself, you can protect your foundation.

But, is it really that easy to practice martial arts?
Not to mention aptitude and talent, not to mention medicinal baths and food supplements, even if it is the most ordinary martial arts school, to become a registered disciple and study for a month or so, how can you afford it without a few taels of silver?
He now doesn't even have money for his next meal.

unless……

Xie Yuan tentatively shouted:
"Dark blue?"

no response.

"panel?"

"system?"

There was no response in the room except for his mumbling.

Hell begins!

Xie Yuan sighed, it seems that he is not so lucky.

I thought I was being treated like the male protagonist on Qidian.

Forget it, things have come to this, let’s eat first... There is no food to eat.

A gust of wind blew by, and he shivered again in his linen clothes. The temperature in the mountain village in late autumn was already extremely low.

If he had no way to keep warm, he wouldn't be able to bear it given his weak body.

Looking at the literally bare house, Xie Yuan crossed his arms:

"Hey, sir, you're angry..."

He picked up the axe from the corner of the room, walked out of the door and came to the yard.

There were still a few thick logs in the yard that he had cut earlier.

This kind of wood is cut down from the locally called "癞子树". The 癞子树 is rich in moisture, the wood is rotten and easy to cut down.

With Xie Yuan's strength, he could only cut down this kind of tree.

But this wood is too easy to obtain and contains too much moisture. When it is chopped, it becomes wet wood. When it burns, it produces a lot of smoke and cannot be sold at a high price.

Xie Yuan has a hard time making a living with this and has to rely on help from his neighbors.

When his elder brother was around, he often went deep into the mountains to find better trees to cut down. His elder brother was naturally tall and strong, and he was also good with the axe. There were few woodcutters in the village who were as good as him.

Sometimes we can find good trees, chop them down and carry them out, and sell them for a lot of money, so that we can even have meat to eat at home.

It’s just that the mountains are not safe, there are big beasts, and it is said that there are monsters in the deeper parts. I don’t know what happened to my brother, and nothing is left...

Xie Yuan was feeling a little depressed.

Even if he recalled the memories of his past life, the experiences and feelings of this life were all real. Without his elder brother's careful care in raising him, he would have probably traveled through time again.

While daydreaming, he chopped wood.

As a result, the axe hit him off target and almost hit his foot, which scared him.

He felt helpless. In fact, before his eldest brother died, he was still young and just watched his eldest brother chop wood. He had never done this job before and was not very skilled.

"What did big brother say? The legs must be solid, the waist must be tight, the power must come from the ground, and the eyes must follow the hands?"

Xie Yuan concentrated his mind, took a slight horse stance, raised the axe, aimed at the wood on the ground, and took a breath.

Snapped.

A large piece of wood broke into two pieces, but Xie Yuan didn't feel like he had to put in much effort.

"Brother's formula is quite useful!"

He smiled slightly:
“Chopping wood may seem simple, but it actually requires some skills. This is probably true for everything, whether good or bad, high or low.”

He was about to continue when suddenly his vision changed and he saw a wooden stick with a line of ancient seal characters written on it.

Xie Yuan obviously couldn't understand it, but strangely he knew what it said.

[Every path has its own rules, every rule has its own technique, and all can be learned]

Ok?
Isn’t this... the fortune I drew at Tianmen Mountain?
Xie Yuan's pupils shrank, and suddenly, something flashed before his eyes, revealing several rows of words.

[The woodcutter has his own way of chopping wood, and you have learned something from it.]

[Chopping wood: (1/100)]

[To chop wood, one must use an axe; to understand the sharpness of the sword. Man is like rotten wood, and the world is like firewood. ]

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(End of this chapter)