Xuan San has been watching quietly from the side, but he can't control the excitement in his heart. At this moment, he finally knows why the master must be her. He also understands why the master wants him to obey her orders.
She is even more convinced that she will train her master to be an iron-blooded lion. She firmly believes that with her, the master will definitely aspire to that position. No one can resist the cooperation between her and the master. No one, even sitting in that position now
The man in the position!!
"Now, continue your unfinished tasks."
This time, no one had any objections. Ninety-nine people, ninety-nine axes, each chose a tree and chopped it down.
"Linghu, remember their brand!" Xiao Ling held the booklet. On top of it was a booklet Xiao Ling drew with charcoal after Lingmao registered before.
In fact, it is a book used by merchants to keep accounts, but she uses it to record the performance of these people.
"Yes."
"Wait a minute. Every time you see one, tell me his number."
"Yes." Linghu paused, "The one who died just now was No. 63."
Xiao Ling nodded and drew a small cross behind sixty-three.
Then he led them to walk slowly in the forest. After a while, they would see two people. Linggu reported them one by one, while Xiao Ling wrote down data one after another in the book. Some people could not read it at all.
Understand the data!!
A set of numerical arrays composed of four Arabic numerals. The top is their physical strength assessment, and the bottom is their potential assessment. The left side is the amount of medicine each of them needs, and the right side is the maximum training volume they can endure.
All the assessments are divided into levels one to thirteen, which she is used to. Level one is the lowest, and level thirteen is the highest.
Because of this, those people in the past loved to call her Thirteenth Sister, and some people called her Thirteenth Point... just because in her hands, Thirteen is the best, the best of the best. The soldiers she produces are even among the kings of the army.
The military king.
"Master, what is this?" Cingmao looked at the strange words, uh, those were words. He looked at Xiao Ling curiously.
Xiao Ling waved her hand and said, "I will teach you later." Of course, she has to teach you. Otherwise, if she has to do everything, won't she be exhausted?
By noon, some had done it independently, some had done it together, and some had done it together with three or four people. Finally, everyone had completed the task and delivered the wood that Xiao Ling had agreed upon to the place she designated.
After taking the ninety-nine people back to where they lived, Aunt Zhang had already prepared two jars of potion. They placed them in the yard. Next to them were ten tall piles of large porcelain bowls, ten in each pile, just right.
One hundred.
"One bowl for each person." Xiao Ling pointed to the water tank and said to the ninety-nine people: "In order of your numbers, starting from number one, I will tell you how many bowls each of you will drink."
"Yes." There are many questions, why is there no food? From morning to now, they haven't eaten a bite, and they are all hungry. But why are they all finished the task, and now they don't have food?
But no one asked, because now they have deeply remembered this little master's rules and obeyed orders absolutely.
Even if it's poison, they just need to drink it.
Ninety-nine people came forward one by one, drank the medicine, put their bowls aside, and went to the side to wait.
Some people drank half a bowl, some drank a bowl, and the most I drank was three bowls at a time, which made my stomach full.
But no one spoke anymore, and they all drank the medicine obediently. The medicine was very unpleasant to drink, bitter and astringent, but they did not dare to complain.