Chapter 296: Making a Fire
She suddenly felt dizzy and nauseous and collapsed to the ground beside her.
She thought she was exhausted.
If she pushed herself any harder, she would be lying there in the snow, unable to get up, and dead before tomorrow morning, or even before sunset today.
However, she still had to collect wood, build a fire, find possible luggage, and do many other things.
We have 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.
Perhaps the small branches from the trees hit by the tractor are enough for now, and Jiang Xiaoxiao can't find any drier ones.
You also need to peel some bark from 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 and thick clothes in there, and if they are lucky, even a pair of cotton shoes.
The bad news is that the other luggage is nowhere to be seen.
Jiang Xiaoxiao put on her shoes and breathed a sigh of relief. Now she no longer had to worry about getting frozen.
I drank some peach juice, so I didn't seem to be freezing to death.
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 ensure that his body was warm.
And the snow is getting heavier.
She cleared the snow from the isolated area, which was a place sheltered from the wind, and the rocks behind were solid and strong, blocking some of the wind and snow.
It's a natural refuge.
Then he used the iron sheets scattered on the tractor he found to dig a fire pit of almost ten centimeters. Although he was out of breath, it was necessary.
There are plenty of stones, so lay a layer of them in the pit.
Then Jiang Xiaoxiao collected the dry firewood she had found.
The driest branches are those on top of fallen trees.
She removed the branches and filled the gaps with new ones.
At the same time, use a fallen tree trunk to create 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 balled-up paper that she had torn from her notebooks and college entrance exam reference books.
Then place the kindling on top, followed by some larger pieces of wood.
“These are all wet wood, so they won’t burn very well, but the good thing is that they will last longer!”
Jiang Xiaoxiao is now worried about matches.
"Maybe it won't burn at all."
She thought, but didn't say it.
She searched all her luggage but found no matches.
How could I forget to put a few boxes in my own space!
Jiang Xiaoxiao was extremely disgusted with her own mistakes. If one does not plan for the future, he will have immediate worries.
Now is the immediate concern.
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 hard to turn his head, and the blood on his face was shocking to look at.
"In my trouser pocket."
She knelt on the ground and opened the quilt she had just tucked in for him. This was the quilt they used during their wedding.
The bright red dragon and phoenix that had been symbolizing good fortune now did not look auspicious at all. He reached his right hand into his trouser pocket.
It’s so warm and feels so good.
She almost moaned.
But her fingers were so cold that she couldn't tell whether she had touched a match, so she just grabbed whatever she came across.
"careful!"
He took his hand out of his pocket to see if he had the match.
A hint of a smile curved his lips, then faded in an instant.
She stopped and stared at his bloody face.
It was the first time she'd seen him have a sense of humor, and it touched her because even though she could do everything, they still wouldn't necessarily survive.
He hadn't given up, he had gotten them both off the cliff alive, and she couldn't bear to see him die because of her bad decisions or not trying hard enough.
She owed him her life. He had just done 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 higher, and the jumping flames first swallowed up the shredded paper and then the bark.
Then she saw that the small branch she was using for kindling began to smoke, and then to glow and burn.
She laughed so loudly and was almost crying with joy.
She looked back at Song Moting who was lying there and put a big smile on his face.
She gave a cry of delight, leaping to her feet and running towards him, pulling herself into his arms.
Song Moting really 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 only two steps away.
Jiang Xiaoxiao still felt that it would be difficult.
She thought of the wolf and rabbit skins. They had sewed several mattresses with the rabbits they had shot last year.
She spread the leather flat, then held Song Moting's head, stabilized his wound, and dragged him off the grain bag with force.
Jiang Xiaoxiao felt that she had used up all the energy in her life.
I wished I could fall headfirst onto the mattress.
What kind of luck is this?
The same result can be seen every time you go back to the city.
Jiang Xiaoxiao wondered if the peach juice had lost its effect, because that was why she still felt so uncomfortable.
Song Moting looked at Jiang Xiaoxiao's pale face and her chest heaving violently. He tried hard to get up, but everything went black before his eyes.
Jiang Xiaoxiao helped him lie down.
"What are you doing? Your head is like this, yet you're still moving it around."
Jiang Xiaoxiao blamed him.
He lay there, deathly quiet, his eyes still closed.
I can't even speak.
"I'll drag you over there, where it's sheltered from the wind,"
As she spoke, she dragged the mattress over.
Being dry is important, but staying dry is more important.
"I brought a quilt to cover you, stop your bleeding as soon as possible, and change your bloody clothes."
"Okay," he whispered.
Fortunately, Song Moting did not faint again, but his voice became weaker.
Jiang Xiaoxiao found some clean gauze from her luggage.
Thanks to the fact that I had been helping people see doctors some time ago, I had stockpiled some medical supplies.
Dip it in disinfectant, place it on the bleeding wound, and press down hard.
This time she kept pressing on, talking to him the whole time, telling him everything she did and why she did it.
If he had any different opinions, he could speak out, but Song Moting remained silent.
She didn't know how long she held it in, but when she lifted a corner of the gauze for the third time to check, the bleeding had obviously subsided.
She kept the pressure on for about five more minutes, and this time when she checked, there was no blood gushing out of the horribly deep wound.
“I think it worked!” she exhaled. “It wasn’t easy.”
But these need to be sutured.
There is definitely no anesthetic.
Can Song Moting survive in his current condition?
She was very skeptical.
"What are you going to do?"
Song Moting asked in a weak voice.
He noticed Jiang Xiaoxiao's hesitation, and now the only one who could make her hesitate was probably himself.
"I need to sew..."
There was no need to say the rest of the words, Song Moting already knew what his wife was worried about.
"Go ahead and sew it. I can bear it!"
I couldn't do anything and had to watch Jiang Xiaoxiao, a woman, do so many things.
These are what I should have done.
Now Jiang Xiaoxiao is a woman who bears everything alone.
He felt sad and guilty. He hoped that the wound could be sutured sooner so that he could recover faster and take responsibility for his own actions sooner.
(End of this chapter)
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