Seeing that Xiaodouzi was shivering from the cold, the little guy was sensible and didn't say a word. Not only the adults, but even Jiang Qiao was getting anxious.

"I found a lighter in my pocket, you can use that."

Guo Zhigang, who had been mostly silent the whole way, suddenly spoke up at this crucial moment.

Jiang Qiao certainly remembered what they found on him. "If you're so kind, we won't use it."

She couldn't use the things in the space, so she had to come up with a temporary solution: to make fire by rubbing sticks together.

"Huh? Will this work?"

Lin Laidi spoke first, but Glasses agreed with Jiang Qiao's suggestion.

"That's how the ancients did it, so why can't we? Let's give it a try."

Song Shutian was unsure of himself. He had never worked with this before; he had only heard of it and hadn't studied it.

He hadn't studied it, but Jiang Qiao knew exactly how. Not only her, but even Qiao Jie understood how to operate it to some extent. The grandfather and grandson each took turns drilling holes with a knife, while Jiang Qiao fiddled with the hand drill.

Finally, Jiang Qiao and Song Shutian worked together to complete it. Looking at the smoking tree trunk, everyone was quite excited. However, this was just the beginning. Smoking did not necessarily mean that a fire could be started.

Jiang Qiao carefully poured the glowing charcoal onto the tinder and blew on it little by little to make the fire start.

"It's on fire—it's on fire—"

The rest was left to Qiao Jie to handle. She and Song Shutian were both exhausted, their arms aching. Starting a fire by rubbing sticks together was no easy task.

Guo Zhigang snorted, and Jiang Qiao retorted sharply, "What's wrong, itching for a beating? Want me to give you another shot? I can't aim properly, and there's another tough one right in front of us."

Jiang Qiao's shot only grazed Guo Zhigang's hand; the wound had already been bandaged by the old man. Now that the pain was gone, the guy was probably up to no good again.

Jiang Qiao's rebuke left him speechless, and he could only roll his eyes. In his heart, he prayed that his companions would find him soon.

Unfortunately, Song Shutian had already dealt with the smoke from the firewood, so it was impossible to tell from the outside.

"Oh my, Jiang Qiao, I really didn't expect you to know this?"

Jiang Qiao leaned against the stone wall and gave a wry smile. "No need to be so puzzled. It's all written in the book. Just think about it a bit and you'll get it. Hurry up and dry the clothes."

Everyone crowded around, taking off their cotton-padded coats and bringing them closer to the fire. Little Douzi was held by the old lady and brought close to the fire. With a warm place, the little guy fell asleep without realizing it.

With the heating problem solved, the next issue was food and drink. Song Shutian and his two companions were truly bachelors; they hadn't brought any food or drink with them and were relying entirely on Jiang Qiao and his group.

The two water bottles were only half full. If it were an ordinary person, Jiang Qiao might have taken water from her spatial storage. But these people in front of her were all well-trained soldiers. There were some things she couldn't do too much, or she would arouse their suspicion.

"Hey, that's all the water left. Everyone drink less, it should last us through the night. But whether anyone will come looking for us tomorrow is another story."

So, we need to find water. We have some food with us, and I'll go to the beach to find some more. That should be enough to get by. Who's going to find water?

Song Shutian immediately raised his hand and said, "I'll take care of it. Let Grandpa Qiao and Old Zhong keep an eye on this guy. I'll also see if I can find some more food."

Jiang Qiao took out a few steamed buns and a lunchbox of dumplings. This was enough for the time being. She was worried that if the rescuers couldn't get here in time, things might really get complicated.

"Grandma Lin, watch the fire, don't let it go out, we're leaving now—"

Qiao Jie spoke up, "Wait, I'm going out too. I'll go find some medicinal herbs so that everyone doesn't get sick."

Song Shutian glanced worriedly at Guo Zhigang lying on the ground, "What will happen to him? What if—"

Grandpa Qiao smiled slightly, "It's alright, watch me—"

The old man took out a silver needle and inserted it into one of Guo Zhigang's acupoints.

Song Shutian was dumbfounded. "Grandpa, are you a doctor?"

Qiao Jie smiled and nodded, "So you guys are pretty lucky today to have met us, grandfather and grandson. Otherwise, you'd probably all be fish food in the ocean."

Song Shutian deeply resonated with these words. If it weren't for Jiang Qiao's help, they would have ended up like this.

Jiang Qiao was worried about the old man. "Grandpa, please be careful. If you can't find him, come back right away."

This small island has no shortage of seafood; you can find it on any of the rocks.

Moreover, with Jiang Qiao as their cheat code, getting anything else to eat is a piece of cake. So, Jiang Qiao brought back a lot of things.

Fish, conch, mussels, clams, oysters, crabs, and seaweed—even Glasses was astonished to see what Jiang Qiao had brought back. "There's so much stuff on this island? Looks like we could stay here for a long time without any problem."

Old Zhong was mainly hungry and craving these things. Even if he wanted to eat them, he couldn't usually buy them. He knew these things were very nutritious.

Then he worried, "What are we going to do? We don't have a pot. How are we going to cook anything?"

Not to mention him, Lin Laidi was also anxious. So much delicious food, yet she couldn't get a bite. It felt like claws were scratching at her heart.

Jiang Qiao smiled, then took out a small iron pot and seasonings from the old man's basket.

The two of them were dumbfounded, as if Jiang Qiao was performing magic.

"Why are you carrying this with you when you go out?"

Jiang Qiao sighed, "This is my grandfather's equipment when he goes out. He is a doctor and often goes out to collect herbs, so even when we go out, we will bring these things with us, so that we can heat up our food and have a drink of hot water if we can't find someone."

Now you understand the saying, "Having an elder in the family is a treasure, isn't it?"

Jiang Qiao ignored the two dumbfounded people and quickly put the food into the pot to cook. As for the fish, she just grilled it to save water.

The old man had no trouble finding medicinal herbs, but water was a big problem. Where could he get fresh water on such a small island? He searched all over but couldn't find a trace of fresh water.

Song Shutian had a lot more firewood in his arms, and he was worried as he walked with the old man.

"What are we going to do? We can go three days without food and we'll be fine, but if we run out of water and the rescue team doesn't arrive, we'll die of thirst."

Qiao Jie patted him on the shoulder. "Young man, don't be discouraged. If there's no fresh water, we'll look elsewhere. Look at that tree—"

Looking at the strangely shaped tree in front of him, Song Shutian asked, somewhat puzzled, "It's just a tree, are we supposed to gnaw on its bark?"

The old man smiled, took out a knife, and stabbed it into the spindle-shaped tree trunk. Then he pulled the knife out and used a water bottle to plug the hole.