Xiantu looked at the dry wood on the ground, and there was no way to make this flame, so he had to stand there stupidly and think of a way.

The samurai over there ate the rice cake that Xiantu gave him, but after a few bites of it, he threw it on the ground, and scolded angrily: "What kind of thing is this, it's harder than a stone, and it kills me." ”

As he spoke, the samurai Yue walked over, looked at Xiantu in a daze, and asked puzzledly, "Brother Xian, why don't you make a fire, why are you in a daze here?" ”

"Brother Wu, how did you ancient people make fire, did you drill wood to make fire?" Xiantu asked puzzled.

The sharp-eared warrior heard the cat's greasy, and asked at Xiantu suspiciously, "We ancient people?" Brother Xian, you are really not our Tang Dynasty person, you don't even know how to make a fire, I'm afraid that a three-year-old child can do this trick, but you don't understand it at all, and your words and deeds are also quite eccentric. ”

The more the warrior spoke, his eyes stared straight at Xiantu, as if he wanted to see through him, but Xiantu was very calm at this time, and there were a lot of lies told before, so naturally it was not bad This time, I saw Xiantu said to the warrior Yue with a red face and a heartbeat: "Brother Wu, don't you really want to know about the crossing?" It's okay, if the fire is raised, I'll tell you this slowly. ”

"Okay, just Chong Xian's words, it's more comfortable than how many white skins you eat for your brother, let's make a fire to keep warm, so as not to freeze and damage Brother Xian." The more difficult it is for the samurai to hide the excitement in his heart, Xiantu has already made up his mind at this time, isn't it just a lie? For him, it was too simple.

At this time, Xiantu's heart was full of curiosity, and he wanted to know how the ancients made fire. In this era of scarcity of matches, it is especially important to know a fire-making skill.

Sure enough, Samurai Yue's actions did not exceed what Xiantu had in mind. Originally, I thought that drilling wood to make fire was done by primitive people, but now I know that ancient people have been continuing this ancient survival skill.

Although the frost in the night has wet the withered firewood and frozen the qiē here, it can't resist the fiery heart of the warrior Yue, and it doesn't take a while. I saw a wisp of green smoke coming out of the bushes, and the flames 'whoosh' as the green smoke rose, igniting the cold winter.

The firewood makes a 'bang' sound when the flames burn, and occasionally it makes a 'bang' sound. Like a lit firecracker, the horses were frightened by this unknown sound and their long chirps echoed for a long time in this deep mountain col, and the sound was so desolate. This is the night of the Tang Dynasty.

The two sat next to each other by the campfire. The raging fire drove away the cold invasion, and looking at the well-behaved red panda on the side, Xiantu smiled slightly.

"Brother Wu, aren't you hungry? Here you go, I've got a few more pieces of rice cakes here. Xiantu took out the rice cake in the bag and handed it to Samurai Yue.

When the warrior saw the rice cake handed by Xiantu, he hurriedly waved his hand and excused himself: "No need for Brother Xian, you better keep it for yourself to eat, it's not good for your brother's teeth." I can't bite these rice cakes. ”

Looking at the rice cake in his hand, Xiantu smiled. Said: "Brother Wu is really joking, this rice cake is soft, how can you not bite it, you are not seventy or eighty, your teeth are not so bad, right?" ”

After speaking, Xiantu took back the rice cake, and still put it in the burden and waited for the hungry time to fill the hunger, just now when he fought with the white tiger, he had the same strength as if he had eaten a full meal, and now this energy is still circulating in the body, and he naturally does not feel a little hungry, which is also strange.

"Brother Xian, Brother Wei didn't lie to you, if you don't believe it, you can taste that piece of rice cake yourself, so as to confirm that Brother is indeed a bad mouth." It can be seen that the warrior's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning when he said this, and Xiantu secretly thought that the martial brother looked strong, how could his teeth be so bad, looking at his usual handsome and dashing appearance, it turned out to be a piece of paper paste, and he couldn't even bite a piece of rice cake.

It makes sense to think so, these rice cakes are very clear, this is what he specially instructed the little second brother to do, the materials are prepared according to the list he opened, not only add red dates, red beans and other things, but also place honey that makes people sound sweet, so these pieces of rice cakes naturally belong to the boutique level of rice cakes, when the pot is boiling, the first picture tasted a piece, the taste is comparable to bear's paw abalone, you may as well do it to taste.

Xiantu thought about it, so he took out the rice cake in the baggage, put it in his mouth and bit it, only to hear a 'pop', and now he almost knocked out his front teeth, Xiantu covered his mouth and couldn't speak for a long time, and the tears of pain were rolling in his eyes.

"Hahaha, brother Xian, now you know why it's not good to be a brother, right?" Seeing the samurai Yue getting carried away like this, Xian Tuzhen wanted to kick him out of the universe.

At this time, Xiantu just covered his mouth and didn't say a word more, not for other reasons, just because it hurt too much just now, and it hurt so much that he was in the heart, how could he still be in the mood to speak!

After a long time, Xiantu let go of the palm covering his mouth, and said to the warrior Yue with a look of disdain: "Okay, you are a warrior Yue, and you are also a big official, you have actually bullied the heads of our people, and if you don't participate in it, I have to let the emperor beat you a hundred boards to solve the hatred in my heart." ”

Hearing Xiantu say this, the samurai hurriedly explained: "Misunderstanding, brother Xian, this is purely a misunderstanding, didn't you just let Brother Wei eat that piece of rice cake, and Brother Wei almost gave up his teeth, now that we are even, no one owes anyone." ”

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." Xiantu no longer paid attention to Samurai Yue, and threw the rice cake in his hand beside the bonfire, and at this moment, Xiantu suddenly remembered a familiar picture, which was interspersed with the taste of family affection.

That's right, once in the 21st century, Xiantu had a different kind of childhood, just like the song "Quiet Summer" sung by Liang Jingru: "I miss you a little in my heart, I miss your face, I can pretend not to see it, or I can secretly miss it, until I touch your warm face." But Xiantu never saw that familiar face again.

I still remember when I was young, snuggling up to my grandparents all day long, counting the stars, and listening to them tell about one fairytale world after another.

Xiantu vaguely remembered that there was such a custom in the countryside where they lived, and this custom may be spread in many places, that is, every year on the morning of the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, people would sit on the street, roast piles of bonfires, put the rice cakes that had been prepared into the bonfire, and then break them for the children to eat, saying that they could get rid of all kinds of diseases, such a custom has become blurred in Xiantu's impression, if it were not for this quiet night sitting in the col and roasting the bonfire, he would not have remembered it at all, after all, it has been many years. Things that have been too long can really be forgotten, let alone those customs that have been around for a long time. (To be continued......)

PS: This book has been fattened, looking forward to all book friends coming to slaughter it, I heard that it tastes good.