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 collect firewood, light a fire, find possible luggage, and do many other things.

It’s better to do it now.

She had to move or they would both die.

First, 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 were enough for now, and Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn't find a drier one.

I also have 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 is visible.

Jiang Xiaoxiao put on her shoes and breathed a sigh of relief. This time she was not worried about being frozen.

I drank peach juice and it seemed like I wouldn't die from the cold.

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

Jiang Xiaoxiao had already covered him with a quilt to keep his body warm.

And the snow is getting heavier.

She cleared the snow from a separate area, a leeward spot where the rock behind was solid and blocked some 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, lay a layer in the pit.

Then Jiang Xiaoxiao collected the dry firewood he found.

The small branches above the fallen tree are the driest.

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

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 place the kindling on top, followed by some larger pieces of firewood.

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

Jiang Xiaoxiao is worried about the 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 was extremely disgusted with his mistakes. People who don't have long-term worries must have immediate worries.

Now is the time to worry.

There was enough food in her space 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... pants pocket."

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

The bright red dragon and phoenix were auspicious, but now they were not auspicious at all, and he put his right hand into his pants pocket.

It's so warm and feels good.

She almost moaned.

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

"careful!"

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

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

She stopped and stared at his bloody face.

It was the first time she'd seen a hint of humor in him, and it struck a chord with her, because even though there were many things she could do, they still wouldn't necessarily survive.

He hadn't given up, he'd gotten them both off the cliff alive, and she couldn't stand to let him die because of her poor decisions or lack of effort.

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

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

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

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

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

She screamed with joy, jumped up and ran towards 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 made 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 mattress.

What kind of luck is this?

You can get this result no matter where you go back to the city.

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 rising and falling 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 it's still moving around."

Jiang Xiaoxiao complained about him.

He lay there, as quiet as death, his eyes still closed.

He couldn't even speak.

"I'll drag you over there, it's sheltered from the wind,"

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

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

"I brought a quilt to cover you, stop the bleeding as soon as possible, and change your bloody clothes."

"Okay," he whispered.

Fortunately, Song Moting didn't faint again, but his voice was weaker.

Jiang Xiaoxiao found a clean gauze from her luggage.

Fortunately, this was some medical supplies she had stored while helping everyone see a doctor at the stand.

Dip it in disinfectant, put it on the bloody wound, and press down hard.

This time she kept pressing, talking to him throughout the process, telling him everything she did and why she did it.

If he had any different opinions, he could say it, but Song Moting remained silent.

She didn't know how long she pressed, but when she lifted a corner of the gauze for the third time to check, the bleeding had obviously decreased.

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

"I think it worked!" she exhaled. "It's not easy."

But these need to be sutured.

There is definitely no anesthetic.

Can Song Moting survive in his current state?

She doubted it very much.

"What are you going to do?"

Song Moting asked in a weak voice.

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

"I want to suture..."

There was no need to say the rest of the words, Song Moting already knew what his wife was worried about.

"Sew it, I can bear it!"

He couldn't do anything, watching Jiang Xiaoxiao, a woman, do so many things.

Originally, these were what he should have done.

Now Jiang Xiaoxiao, a woman, has to bear it alone.

He felt sad and guilty. If he sutured the wound earlier, he would get better faster, and he could also take on his responsibilities earlier.