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"This won't do, I still want to chop firewood!" The woodcutter refused.

Song Mo exhaled a breath of air through his nose. He opened the money pouch and took out a few pieces of crushed silver.

"How is it? Help me carry him to the infirmary.

When the woodcutter saw this, he hurriedly nodded his head, "Alright!"

Song Mo curled his lips and stood up