Because of her previous occupation, she is now very careful about theft.

Fortunately, when the robbers were tied up, they only thought of a ransom of five thousand taels and did not search her.

Otherwise, her purse and the silver and silver tickets inside will not be protected.

Chu Xintian took out the silver bill from his wallet and looked at the face value on it.

There are four sheets, one is one hundred taels, two are fifty taels, and the smallest one has a face value of ten taels.

Because Chu Xintian's bag is very waterproof, these four silver tickets are very good, not wet at all, and dry.

Chu Xintian took out the silver banknote. She wanted to use this silver bill as ignition paper. With the introduction, Zhao Wu can start a fire smoothly.

But she was holding a silver ticket, not paper.

A piece of paper is not worth a tael of money, but in her hand is a silver ticket of ten taels!

and make a fire with ten taels of silver. Is it too expensive?

Chu Xintian hesitated. Are you going to use that silver ticket to light the fire?

Or continue to lie in Zhao Wu's arms to keep warm?

Chu Xintian's family is now very wealthy, but her silver is not washed from the tides of the sea, it is hard-earned.

10 taels of silver to ignite, the price is indeed a bit expensive.

However, at the thought of lying in Zhao Wu's arms again, there would be all kinds of embarrassing emotions and all kinds of discomfort between the two, and Chu Xintian felt that the ten taels of silver were also worth spending.

In addition, if Zhao Wu was not there, she would not be able to keep warm in Zhao Wu's arms. Does she have to find a way to start a fire?

Without that fire, her life would have come to an end. Spending ten taels of silver to save her is not a loss.

Thinking is about avoiding going in one direction and entering a dead end, and if you can't get out, think from multiple aspects and angles so that you can think more easily.

Chu Xintian changed his angle, and his mood suddenly calmed down.

After a while, she handed the silver ticket of ten taels of silver to Zhao Wu: "Young Marshal Zhao, use it to make a fire......"

Looking at the silver ticket that Chu Xintian handed him, Zhao Wu realized that he had just misunderstood what Chu Xintian meant. Chu Xintian is not a money fan, he just wants to burn the silver ticket to make a fire.

Zhao Wu looked at it. The face value of this banknote is ten taels of silver.

Ten taels of silver is nothing to a nobleman like Zhao Wu.

But Zhao Wu was not an ordinary prince of Houmen, and he knew nothing about the suffering of the people. He was very close to the soldiers at the bottom in his daily life, and the soldiers were all from ordinary people. He knew ten taels of silver, which was a lot of money for the common people.

Although Chu Xintian's family has good food and clothing, Chu Xintian is a single mother who makes a living with her children after all, and in Zhao Wu's eyes, she is also a weak woman with a very difficult life.

It's hard for ordinary people to give up ten taels of silver tickets as matchpaper, right?

But Chu Xintian was just an ordinary peasant woman, but she took out this silver ticket very generously. Zhao Wu admired her demeanor.

Zhao Wu used the ten taels of silver ticket ignition paper provided by Chu Xintian to ignite the fire smoothly.

Wet wood smoke slightly. However, the temperature in the cave suddenly increased a lot. Compared to the biting cold, it doesn't matter at all.

Zhao Wu hung it at the entrance of the cave again. All the clothes that had been dried were dried over the fire.

Chu Xintian and Zhao Wu sat on both sides of the fire, and Zhao Wu sat opposite her, adding a handful of firewood to the fire from time to time.

The fire is not very high, but the fire jumps on the firewood. Warm flames also illuminate the entire cave.

The light of the fire shone on Zhao Wu's face and body, making him strong. Now it seems that his muscles are more pronounced.

In the light of the fire, the beard on his old face became charming and manly.

Chu Xintian looked a little dazed, and it wasn't until Zhao Wu also looked at her, and the two looked at each other, that she hurriedly didn't look at her eyes and lowered her head.

After so many times, Chu Xintian found the crux of the problem.

She always looked at Zhao Wu, mainly because he didn't wear a coat.

The man was in such good shape that it was a crime.