“I’m really sorry uncle. I didn’t only hold you back; I even held your eggs. I’ll work hard in the future.” Yi Yun was still smiling. The man was good at doing hard labor, but his reaction was slow. He had not realized what Yi Yun had said. He only grunted before returning to work while swearing.
Yi Yun began to split the firewood at an adequate pace. To avoid trouble, he increased his speed by a tiny bit. It took him five minutes of hard work, amounting to ten chops to split a piece of firewood.
He had to stay in line with his status.