Chapter 296: Make a fire

Chapter 296 Making a Fire

  She suddenly felt dizzy and nauseous, and fell to the ground next to her.

 She thought she was exhausted.

If she pushed herself any harder, she would lie in the snow unable to get up, and would be dead before tomorrow morning, or even before sunset today.

However, she still had to gather firewood, light a fire, find possible luggage, and do many other things.

 It’s better to do it now.

 She must act or they both will die.

 First of all, find a sheltered place and build a stove pit with stones.

 Then you have to find some dry branches to make matches.

Probably the twigs on the trees hit by the tractor are enough for now, and Jiang Xiaoxiao can't find anything drier.

We also need to peel some bark off the tree.

Jiang Xiaoxiao took two steps and saw a scattered luggage.

 This is great joy.

 The good news is that there are their quilts, thick clothes, and luckily a pair of cotton shoes.

 The bad news is that none of the other luggage can be seen.

Jiang Xiaoxiao put on her shoes and breathed a sigh of relief. Now she wasn't worried about being frozen.

 Drinking peach juice seems to prevent him from dying from the cold.

 But without a fire, she wasn't sure she could make it through the night.

Jiang Xiaoxiao has covered him with a quilt to ensure his body's warmth.

 And the snow is getting heavier.

 She cleared the snow from the separated area, which was a leeward place. The rock behind was solid and blocked part of the wind and snow.

It is a natural refuge.

 Then I used the iron sheets scattered on the tractor I found to dig out a fire pit of almost ten centimeters. Although I was out of breath, it was necessary.

 If there are many stones, put a layer in the pit.

Then Jiang Xiaoxiao collected the dry firewood he found.

 The twigs on the top of a fallen tree are the driest.

 She removed the branches and filled the gaps with new branches.

Incidentally, a fallen tree trunk was used as a barrier on the other side of the rock to keep the simple shelter formed by the rock warm.

 She carefully placed the branches in the fire pit, and added some rolled-up papers torn from her notebooks and college entrance examination information books.

 Then kindling wood is placed on top, followed by some larger pieces of firewood.

“These firewoods are all wet and will not burn very vigorously, but the good thing is that they will burn more quickly!”

Jiang Xiaoxiao is worried about matches now.

 “Maybe it won’t burn at all.”

  She thought, but didn’t say it.

 She rummaged through all her luggage, but there were no matches.

 How could you not remember to put a few boxes in your own space?

Jiang Xiaoxiao is extremely disgusted with his mistakes. People who don’t have long-term worries must have short-term worries.

　　Now is the time of near worry.

 Her space had enough food to feed a hundred people for a year, but she couldn't find a box of matches.

Song Moting tried his best to turn his head, and the blood on his face was shocking.

 “In my trouser pocket.”

She knelt on the ground and opened the quilt she had just tucked for him. This was their wedding quilt.

 The big red dragon and phoenix were auspicious, but now they were not auspicious at all. He put his right hand into his trouser pocket.

 It’s so warm, it feels good.

 She almost moaned.

But her fingers were so cold that she couldn't tell whether she had touched a match or not, so she grabbed whatever she touched.

"careful!"

 Took his hand out of his pocket to see if he had got any matches.

A smile slightly curved at the corner of his mouth, then faded away in an instant.

 She stopped and looked at his **** face.

 This was the first time she had seen a hint of humor in him, and it touched her, because even though she could do many things, they still might not survive.

 He didn't give up, he had gotten them both off the cliff alive, and she couldn't stand to let him die because of her bad decisions or lack of effort.

She owed him her life. Just now he tried his best to protect her, and now she can do anything to protect him.

 There was a flash of light, and the cute little flame became brighter and the flame was higher. The jumping flame first swallowed up the shredded paper, and then the bark.

 Then she saw that the twig used as a kindling began to smoke, and then also began to glow and burn.

She laughed loudly and was so happy that she almost cried.

 She looked back at Song Moting who was lying there, with a big smile on his face.

She gave a cry of joy, jumped up and ran to him, leaning into his arms.

Song Moting wanted to hug her and kiss her, but he couldn't even move.

 Then he moved Song Moting to his own shelter.

Although it looks like there are only two steps.

Jiang Xiaoxiao still thinks it will be very difficult.

She thought of the wolf and rabbit skins. They had sewed several mattresses from the rabbits they had hunted last year.

She smoothed the leather, then held Song Moting's head, stabilized his wound, and dragged him off the grain bag.

Jiang Xiaoxiao felt that he had used up all his energy in his life.

I wish I could fall down on the mat.

 What kind of luck is this?

 You can get this result no matter where you go.

Jiang Xiaoxiao wondered if the peach juice had expired and why she was still feeling so uncomfortable now.

Song Moting saw Jiang Xiaoxiao's face pale and his chest heaving violently. He tried hard to get up, but his vision went dark.

Jiang Xiaoxiao helped him lie down.

　　"What are you fooling around with? Your head is obviously like this, but you are still moving around."

Jiang Xiaoxiao complained about him.

 He lay there, deathly quiet, his eyes still closed.

 Can’t even speak.

 “I’ll drag you over there, where you’ll be sheltered from the wind,”

 She said, dragging the mattress over with all her strength.

 Being dry is important, but staying dry is even more important.

“I brought a quilt to cover you, stop the bleeding as soon as possible, and change the **** clothes on your body.”

 “Okay,” he whispered.

 Luckily, Song Moting didn't faint again, but his voice became weaker.

Jiang Xiaoxiao found clean gauze from his luggage.

  Thanks to the fact that I was here to help you see a doctor some time ago and stocked up on some medical supplies.

Dip in disinfectant, place it on the blood-soaked wound, and press down firmly.

This time she held it down and talked to him the whole time, telling him everything she did and why she did it.

If he has any different opinions, he can speak out, but Song Moting has remained silent.

She didn't know how long she held it down, but when she lifted a corner of the gauze for the third time to check, the bleeding had significantly reduced.

 She pressed it for about five more minutes, and when she checked this time, there was no more blood pouring out of the deep and terrifying wound.

 “I think it worked!” she breathed. "Not easy."

 But these need to be sutured.

There is definitely no anesthetic.

Can Song Moting survive the current situation?

 She was very doubtful.

 “What are you going to do?”

Song Moting asked in a weak voice.

 He noticed Jiang Xiaoxiao's hesitation, and the only one who could make her hesitate now was probably himself.

 “I want to sew…”

 There is no need to say the following words, Song Moting already knows what his wife is worried about.

 “Sew it, I can bear it!”

I can't do anything, watching Jiang Xiaoxiao do so many things as a woman.

 Originally, these are all things you should do.

 Now Jiang Xiaoxiao is the only woman to bear the responsibility.

He felt sad and guilty. The earlier he had sutured the wound, the sooner he would be healed and he would be able to shoulder his responsibilities earlier.

 (End of this chapter)