In the courtyard, Jiang Hao sat in front of the firewood. He looked calm.
He reached out and picked up the ax and started chopping the firewood.
He used an ordinary person's strength.
Snap!
The firewood was split with a single strike, but he was calm and composed.
He recalled the first time he had learned to chop firewood as his stepmother watched him.
He didn't know why she was watching him.
He had a massive number of tasks that he needed to fulfill, and she used to intentionally make things difficult for him.
Snap!
Another firewood split in half.
Although he didn't like his stepmother, she did raise him well until he was five.
Snap!
The firewood fell to the ground. Jiang Hao was calm as ever. He felt a peace of mind from deep within.