Crack.
Xie Yuan brought his axe down, splitting the thick log into two. The progress rose by exactly one point.
Chopping Wood: (479/1000)
Looking at the words before him, he wiped the fine sweat from his brow and nodded in satisfaction.
Though it was not one point for every log split, it was not much slower.
At this pace, he would likely advance to the next level in less than twenty days.
Xie Yuan set his axe aside, preparing to rest for a while.
Sitting atop the woodpile, he took several strings of copper coins from the pouch tucked against his body and carefully counted them.
Five strings were filled with copper coins. Each contained a mix of ten-cash, five-cash, two-cash, and one-cash coins, amounting to exactly one hundred cash per string, for a total of five hundred cash.
Another string held fewer coins—sixty-three cash.
"Five hundred and sixty-three cash. That's the net profit from this period."
Xie Yuan let out a breath.
At this rate, he could net more than one tael of silver a month.
In a mountain village, that was certainly not a slow rate of saving.
After all, he was the only one here who could chop down Iron Poplar as if it were Laizi Tree.
The wealthy households in the village had run out of Iron Poplar, and he had only managed to clear out all his firewood by selling it to the men from the town's taverns who came to buy it.
Compared to when he had first awakened with not a coin to his name, Xie Yuan was doing far better now. He had enough to eat, even if the food was not particularly good. Every few days, he could have a meal of meat, even if it was only dry,