According to the second rule, he had to fetch three buckets of water from the well at the village entrance every noon and fill the water vat outside his door.
There were three ways to break it.
One was to simply not fetch any water.
One was to fetch water but leave the vat unfilled.
One was to smash the vat outright.
Zhao Xun chose the third.
Since he had to break the rules anyway, he might as well see what consequences the most serious violation would bring.
By the logic of these survival games, the harder it was to clear a game, the more points he would earn.
An opportunity this good was worth a try.
Zhao Xun walked outside and, sure enough, found a vat to the left of the doorway.
It was slightly smaller than he had imagined. A child could hide inside, but an adult couldn't.
No wonder three buckets of water were enough to fill it.
Zhao Xun took out a hammer and struck hard. The vat shattered with a crack.
The village was quiet. The sharp crack produced a faint echo and startled several sparrows out of a nearby tree.
A second later, a soft creak came from the blue-brick, tiled-roof house ten meters away.
It was the sound of a door opening.
Zhao Xun looked toward the sound, but all he saw was a head quickly ducking back inside.
He only managed to make out short black hair. He couldn't tell the person's gender or appearance.
One thing was certain: the person wasn't tall. Their head had been halfway up the doorway, so they were either a half-grown child or a very short adult.
He paid it little mind and turned back to the shattered water vat.
There had been a little water