Ai Qiaoqiao followed the carriage of the night for more than ten days, and gradually became familiar with the two of them, but there were faint doubts in her heart.

The night is gone, as if he is avoiding someone.

His carriages were all on small roads, rarely on official roads, and they often did not stay in shops, but only camped in the wilderness.

Fortunately, Ai Qiaoqiao is not a pampered character, and the weather is not cold, so she listens to the wind and rain at night, and they sleep outside by the fire.

Her left arm was injured, but she did not delay her right hand work, and every day when she camped, she helped them work, and after a few days, she did the most profitable work.

It was cloudy in the morning, and it rained heavily at noon, and for a while I couldn't even see the road ahead.

When the night left the dead, he ordered the carriage to be stopped temporarily, and several people hid in the carriage to avoid the rain.

Ye Liyu had been reading a book all the time, leaning lazily against the low table, listening to the rain and not knowing where to come out of a white porcelain plate with some green leaves.

Ai Qiaoqiao noticed that Ye Liyu had taken a piece from time to time and put it in his mouth.

A light mint fragrance, a nice smell.

No wonder Ye Li's body always smelled of mint, and at first she thought it was a relationship between him and the sachet.

After suffocating in the carriage for most of the day, the rain finally weakened in the evening, and the carriage was driven into the nearby woods.

The ground was covered with water, and there was no fire, and the two children were in a hurry.

They had firewood on board, but the ground was wet, and the fire was extinguished at once.

Ai Qiaoqiao sat in the carriage and watched the two children rubbing the firewood ashes on their faces.

"Childe, this fire can't be born." Hearing the rain, everyone was about to cry.

Ye Liyan glanced outside expressionlessly, "If you can't give birth, forget it, make do tonight, don't you still have dry food." ”

"Yes...... But there is no hot water...... "Listen to the rain for nothing."

Their dry food Ai Qiaoqiao has seen it, it is really "dry" food.

If you don't have soup to eat, you will definitely choke to death.

And this miracle doctor did eat very little every day, as they feared, sometimes only a few mouthfuls of dry food and then gave up, and at most drank some soup.

If there is no soup tonight, I'm afraid he won't even eat dry food, right?

Ai Qiaoqiao felt that he seemed to have something on his mind, although he couldn't see anything from the face.

"I'll help you make a fire." Ai Qiaoqiao moved out of the carriage.

Ye Liyan glanced up at her in some surprise, and then looked outside.

Although they stopped in the woods, the ground was also wet, and there was water in many places, so how could such a ground be on fire.

His lips twitched a few times, and he wanted her to forget it, but seeing her confident appearance, he couldn't help but be a little curious.

"Help me find some stones." Ai Qiaoqiao got out of the carriage, walked around, found a flat clearing, and asked the two children to pile up the stones and arrange them in a "U" shape.

"Spread some small stones at the bottom, leaving a gap here to let the wind blow from the opposite side." Ai Qiaoqiao had difficulty moving one arm, but she was not idle, squatting there and pulling out some of the firewood they had prepared in advance.

Ye Liyan lifted the curtain of the car, and leisurely watched as she picked out some slightly thicker sticks, and used them to build a platform in the shape of a "well" on the stone pile, away from the wet ground.

"Just make a fire on this." Ai Qiaoqiao instructed to listen to the wind.

Tingfeng brought a scythe and lit the ignition.

When the igniters were fully burned, Ai Qiaoqiao began to add firewood and spread them throughout the wooden frame as much as possible.

"It's really on!" Listen to the wind and rain and jump up excitedly.

After a while, the fire was hot, and Tingyu hurriedly took the pot and went to the nearby river to fetch water.

Ai Qiaoqiao squatted there playing with firewood, feeling the heat of the bonfire, and couldn't help but smile.

This technique of making a fire on a rainy day was taught to her by her father, who would often take her into the mountains to look for fresh ingredients, so she also learned a lot of skills in the field to make fires.

Her little face was flushed with fire, and the smile on her face was unabashedly happy.

Ye Liyan stood there motionless, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, looking at Ai Qiaoqiao's little face thoughtfully.