Gu Jiaojiao cut the felled bamboo into several pieces of equal length, then pulled up some grass to weave into a rope.
Although Wu Cuizhi didn't dare to make a bet, she still secretly kept an eye on the situation. Seeing Gu Jiaojiao go off to cut bamboo, she couldn't help but mutter, "Just for show."
'It's not like I haven't seen her work on the threshing ground before. She can't even keep up with a teenager.'
'This sack can hold two hundred catties of grain. Mushrooms aren't as heavy, but I'd guess it's still at least a hundred catties. Someone like Gu Jiaojiao, carry that down the mountain?'
'Impossible!'
'Absolutely impossible!'
Of course, Gu Jiaojiao had no idea what Wu Cuizhi was thinking.
She was already on the final two steps.
First, she used the grass rope to secure the bamboo pieces together, then tied a hemp rope to the front. A simple sled was complete.
Aunt Zhao watched, dumbfounded. 'What in the world is that?'
