The maid in front of me looked at me with great interest, and after a while, she slowly replied: "Obviously, I saw that you were looking at me all the time, so I approached and asked you to take a good look, and when you have seen enough, when will you lead me out to find food!" ”

I'm completely convinced now, and there's really no way to deal with this little aunt and grandmother in front of me.

I walked out of the patriarch's room in a gloomy way, and the maid kept following me, relatively silent all the way, and after going out, I began to lead the maid around the village, where there was the aroma of food, I could still smell it, especially for those of us who had been hungry for so long.

So I soon found the kitchen in the daughter's village, which is probably also reserved for the patriarch, so the dishes in it are also readily available, and there are even a few fat chickens.

Because I had seen too many bloody scenes during the day, these chickens were also spared, and I and the maiden had no appetite, so we casually made a little porridge and side dishes.

When I was busy chopping wood, the maid was there to wash rice and make a pot, although she was wearing more traditional clothes, but the posture of washing rice looked extremely virtuous, in a trance, I suddenly felt that the maid in front of me looked so familiar!

This familiar feeling is a little difficult to say, as if she and I have known each other for many years, but soon the priest interrupted my thoughts, she raised her head and asked me, "Is the firewood chopped?" I'm all in the pot, just waiting for you to come and make a fire! While speaking, there was a hint of dissatisfaction in the woman's tone.

I really didn't expect that she, who looks unfathomable on weekdays, actually has such feminine delicacy.

Maybe it's precisely because the two of us are alone, and there are many difficulties and unknown situations now, that she can become like this, otherwise the two of us will never be able to sit together so calmly, once we meet, it must be a life-and-death fight.

When I came to the house with firewood, I had to sigh that it was really a man.

When I had chopped the firewood, I soon realized that there were no tools to make a fire!

In a village like this, where there has never been any contact with the outside world, lighters and matches are very expensive and will never appear.

So at the moment, there is firewood and rice, but there is nothing to make a fire!

The work of burning the fire should have been done by me, after all, we are old men, and this kind of smoky fire must be the first to come out.

But even if it was a fire, I should have done this kind of rough work, but there was no way without fire, so I couldn't help but turn my head and look at the maiden beside me, hoping that she would give me some way out.

After all, from the moment this woman appeared, she was always able to conjure up something strange like Doraemon, and more importantly, in front of the cave during the day, she once took out a torch, which means that this woman has a way to make a fire, so in this case, I still hope that she can conjure something that can make a fire!

However, I was a little disappointed by the performance of the maiden, and after she glanced at me, she couldn't help but shake her head, perhaps afraid of trouble, and even got up and sat on the threshold outside, humming a song alone, and posing as if it was none of her business, hanging high.

Looking at the back of this pretending relaxed woman, I longed to throw her into the pot and cook it together.

But soon, I dismissed the idea.

I started to grope hard, there must be some tools for making a fire in the kitchen, and I don't believe that these women are digging wood to make fire.

It stands to reason that they should have kept some tinder, but to my disappointment, the tinder was not found, but two flints were found.

These two flints and steels in the daughter's village are completely different from the food outside, the food outside is artificially made, and it is very easy to light, but this piece of food seems to be unknown from where it was exchanged, although when touched together, it can also produce a slight spark, but it is just a spark, and it is simply a difficult thing to climb to the sky if you want to light it.

But this is the only hope we have for a fire now, so I crouched down in front of the stove and began to crack the two flints, hoping to use this faint spark to ignite the firewood inside.

However, although the ideal is beautiful, the reality is always a little cruel.

Every time I managed to shoot a little spark and smoke the firewood, it would soon go out again.

So I just squatted on the ground and kept making fires, and kept making fires......

10 minutes passed......

Fifteen minutes passed......

20 minutes passed......

In the end, when I wanted to get up and rest for a while, I suddenly felt that the sky was spinning, and the whole person almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, I didn't fall crookedly by holding on to the pot!

It's just because of the normal phenomenon of squatting on the ground for a long time, the cold and not dinging, and the brain is somewhat deprived of oxygen, plus I haven't eaten much for a day, and I have some injuries on my body, so it doesn't matter much.

Seeing that I hadn't lit a fire for a long time, and that I had almost fallen down with the maiden, she frowned and walked up, and when she was sitting at the door just now, she had already pulled out some of the dead grass outside, and now she also brought these dead grasses over.

When the dizziness on my body finally disappeared, the maid gently teased her dress and came to me.

The maiden put the hay in her hand next to the flint, frowned slightly, and said, "Do you think these woods are the kind of pine that is easy to ignite?" With a light touch, you need to use dry grass as a fire weed! You haven't used flint at first glance! ”

As she spoke, she took the flint from the ground, grabbed the food in both hands, and began to light it gently.

After about half a minute, with a burst of smoke, the firewood in front of me was finally found, and looking at the rising flames, my hanging heart finally relaxed.

Growing up in the countryside, it was the first time I felt that it was so difficult to cook a meal!

In this way, I looked at the bottom of the pot and put firewood in it, but the priestess left as if nothing had happened.

When China was good, we found some small pickles, and the maiden and I held our respective bowls, sat on the threshold, and ate them by the moonlight.

After a busy day, I was already hungry and tired, and when the first bite of porridge was eaten, my heart suddenly felt warm and satisfied!