Xiaomai Qiao left her home and ran up the hill.
After making sure nobody was around, she clenched her lips, raised her foot and forcefully kicked the black locust tree next to her, as big as a bowl.
With a "crack" sound, the black locust tree broke off from where she had kicked, falling over in the opposite direction.
The trees on the hill were lush and close to each other, and the toppled black locust was stopped by the other trees, preventing it from falling completely to the ground.
She expressionlessly took out a mountain axe from nowhere, wielded it with both hands, and fiercely chopped at the black locust tree.
The dull sound of the axe hitting the tree echoed, and a quarter of an hour later, several uneven chunks of the black locust tree had fallen to the ground.
Gazing at the pile of fallen black locust tree chunks, the fire in her heart finally found a way to vent.
She then took out a stool from nowhere, and sat on it, panting heavily.