Chapter 7 (1/2)
”Ah...”
SUN Hao sighed and looked gloomy.
”There's really no rule in the harvest of good fortune!”
SUN Hao murmured, picked up the wood knife and split a piece of wood.
”Ding, fortune value + 50.”
Hearing this, SUN Hao was stunned.
”Did you hear me wrong?”
He opened the panel and looked at the top 70 points of fortune. For a moment, he didn't come back.
Since Chen Daoming left, he has been painting, writing, making tea, playing the piano
Do these, just to harvest lucky value.
However.
There's no luck at all.
I didn't expect that if I split a few firewood, I would get 50 points of fortune.
”Is there fortune in this wood?”
SUN Hao looked at the wood in the room, his eyes shining, as if he saw a pile of fortune.
”In that case, I'll split you all!”
SUN Hao picked up the firewood knife and began to chop firewood.
”Bang...”
One split, no luck.
Don't be discouraged, continue to chop.
It's another split. It's not lucky.
Ten split, still No.
20.
50.
……
1000.
A thousand pieces of wood.
The palms were slightly hurt by the shock, and there was no lucky value at all.
How is that possible?
Do you know that the value of fortune comes from other places?
”No matter what, chop them first.”
”Go on!”
SUN Hao took a breath and continued to start.
No.
No.
Still not.
After half a day's hard work, there was only one piece of wood left in the whole Chaifang.
”It's up to you!”
SUN Hao looked at the last piece of wood. Without hesitation, he cut it directly.
The wood is too hard to split.
The firewood knife is stuck in it. It's in a dilemma.
”So hard?”
”Is fortune worth it?”
SUN Hao's eyes were shining, his hands were on the firewood knife, and he began to chop.
”Bang...”
There was a sound.
The firewood knife seems to be under endless resistance, and it is difficult to go down.
”I don't believe it!”
SUN Hao increased his strength.
”Bang!”
There was a sound.
The firewood knife can't withstand the force and breaks.
”I'll go. Is this thick firewood knife broken?”
”What kind of firewood? Break it for me
SUN Hao roared and slashed hard.
”Bang...”
The wood cracked in response to the sound, turned into two pieces, and lay there quietly.
Blood red wood, compact texture, emitting a faint aroma.
However, SUN Hao didn't pay attention to these at all.
What he cares about is the value of fortune.
However.
Still no!