The old clothes of Bai Er that Zhao Wu was wearing were very thin. After being blown by the wind for a long time, he also did some work. He held two coats and tightly surrounded Chu Xintian.

That person's clothes were very wide, covering Chu Xintian's knees.

Although the clothes were moisture, they were much better than Chu Xintian wearing only a thin medium coat.

The clothes tightly wrapped Chu Xintian. Zhao Wu stretched out his arms again and hugged Chu Xintian.

Chu Xintian exclaimed, hugging her unexpectedly.

However, Chu Xintian did not struggle. After all, the two of them have been close for a long time. According to the secular view of this era, even if they have skin to skin, what Zhao Wu did to her at this time, these deviant behaviors are irrelevant.

Moreover, Chu Xintian also knew that Zhao Wu was doing this to take care of her, holding her in a hidden place and letting her sit down and rest.

If Chu Xintian shouted again, or if there was something to deal with, it would be too far-fetched.

After knowing Zhao Wu for so long and getting along with him for so long, Chu Xintian understood this person's character. He doesn't want to talk nonsense and likes to express himself with actions.

After Zhao Wu settled Chu Xintian, he picked up his lost flint and put the half-dry firewood left at the entrance of the cave together to make a fire.

Seeing Zhao Wu struggling to knock on the flint, the spark came out and fell on the half-dried wood, like a stone sinking into the sea, without any improvement, Chu Xintian couldn't help but worry about him.

"Young Marshal Zhao, the firewood is too wet. It's impossible to ignite it at all......"

Zhao Wu looked up at Chu Xintian with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

What is this woman trying to say? Firewood was originally wet and could not be lit.

Zhao Wu's sad eyes, Chu Xintian also noticed, she felt a little inexplicable.

But now she's hot-headed and dizzy, and she doesn't care about the details of being with him.

"Zhao Shaoshuai, can you help me open my wallet?"

She is now a patient, so she can only turn to Zhao Wu for help.

To Chu Xintian's surprise, Zhao Wu did not lose patience with her instructions.

He didn't even frown, walked straight to Chu Xintian's clothes, and untied the money bag tied to his belt.

Zhao Wu's good temper somewhat surprised Chu Xintian. After all, this man was a young marshal and commanded thousands of troops. He must be the only one who orders others to do things. How could he have the experience of being instructed to work?

"Thank you." Chu Xintian took the wallet from Zhao Wu's hand and nodded to him.

Zhao Wu saw Chu Xintian who asked her for a wallet at this time. He didn't know. So he just stood in front of her and watched what she was going to do next.

He saw Chu Xintian open his wallet and take out a stack of silver tickets, about three or four.

Zhao Wu raised his eyebrows, but he didn't understand. What is Chu Xintian doing?

She is so sick that she is still trapped in this hole and cannot come out. Is she still trying to count the money?

If so, then she loves money too much!

Of course, Chu Xintian is not counting money.

It was useful for her to take these silver coins out of her purse.

Chu Xintian spent a lot of time making this wallet.

The lining of this bag is made of special silk. She specially selected thick and hard silks, which were sewn densely. She did experiments, and the bag was waterproof.

Due to Chu Xintian's wealthy family, no matter where she goes, she will carry several silver tickets of different denominations in her wallet in case of emergency.

Because silver tickets are made of paper.

In this era, silver tickets were not manufactured and printed as well as modern paper money. It doesn't matter if they're soaked twice.

In this era, silver tickets were generally made of mulberry paper. Although the thickness is available, it does not tolerate blisters, and the water on the surface of the ink disperses, so waterproofing is very important.

So Chu Xintian spent a little time making a waterproof bag. She was afraid of being stolen on the street. So she made the inside out of satin, and added a layer of coarse cloth and linen to the outside. Outwardly, it's just a bag for an ordinary peasant woman, so no one will steal it on the street.