Clarity Of Mind

Jiang Hao smiled. "I used to chop firewood here… when I was around four years old. Right here."

Jiang Hao hefted the ax to gauge its weight, and then swung it on the block of wood, chopping it in two.

"Four years old?!" exclaimed the man. "At that age, it's difficult to even hold a knife, let alone an ax to chop firewood!"

"It was… difficult, but I got used to it eventually," said Jiang Hao.

Ten years had passed since then. He realized he held no contempt or resentment toward his family. He didn't even remember his stepmother yelling at him that clearly. He had almost forgotten how she looked.

"Looks like you were born poor." The old man was in disbelief.

Jiang Hao felt as if he had returned to his childhood. "Unfortunately, I don't remember much."

"Why are you here to inquire about the Jiang family?" The old man looked at Jiang Hao. "What's your relationship with them?"