Chapter 200 Drilling Woods Take Fire

There are not many herbs in Putuo Mountain, not even dry wood. After all, there are such large temples built on the mountain with more than thousands of monks. Wild vegetables and herbs in the mountains have long been adopted by them.

If you want to pick herbs, you have to go to the inaccessible mountains.

There are many old mountains near Putuo Mountain, and occasionally there will be nearby villagers who enter the mountains to hunt or find some common herbs to take the medicine shop to change money.

The herbs needed by Gu Zhian are not common. The pills in the city are not sold. She doesn't even know if there is such a herbal medicine in this era.

It's not very good to find a way. There are almost no one who has walked into the mountains. There are really many herbs in the old forest, especially on the wild road where no one has passed. There are almost all kinds of herbs everywhere. Gu Zhi'an can't wait to give birth.

After eight eyes, I was afraid that a herbal medicine she wanted.

Time passed quickly, she felt that she didn't have many ways at all, and the sun began to obliquely, and her hands were still empty, and the herbs she wanted still had no trace.

In order to save time, she did not intend to return to the village, wait for the mountains to pile fire in the mountains, eat some dry food, rest on the tree for one night, and I will continue to find the medicine when Ming Er dawn.

Can't wait too long, she has no time to waste.

When she picked up a bunch of dry firewood to prepare for the fire, she suddenly found that she did not bring a fire.

How can I make a fire without fire? Could it be that she can get the fire to get the fire?

Try it with the knife and arrows on the body first. If you can get out of Mars, you can't order it.

It seems that he really had to get the fire, Gu Zhian was depressed.

Drilling wood is simple, but it is difficult, and there are certain luck inside. It is not the first time that it can be successful.

Gu Zhian worked hard here to play with drilling wood to get the fire. On a tree not far away, a pair of eyes were staring at her far away, with a bit of fun and inquiry.

The idea is that I don't know if her method can ignite the fire.

After almost half an hour, Mars was finally ignited. Gu Zhi'an hurriedly took the dead tree leaves. Previously, the small flames were attracted into large flames.

There was a touch of surprise in the voyeur eyes, which really ignited her. This method looked at it, although it was very stupid, it was a bit useful to solve the urgent need.

The fire was ignited, and then it was naturally to solve dinner. When I picked up the firewood, I made two pheasants and a nest of wild eggs.

The dark shadow hidden on the tree is not calm. The girl's firework is average. The craftsmanship of roasted wild chicken seems to be good. The aroma drill into his nostrils.

When Gu Zhi'an threw a few wild eggs into the fire when the chicken was roasted, she was so hungry that she could not eat it for a while and a half. She had to bake a few eggs to pad the belly.

The eggs were cooked fast, Gu Zhi'an did not dare to bake for a long time. He quickly took out the eggs and was preparing to peel the shell to taste fresh.

As soon as this hand came out, he almost didn't scare Gu Zhi'an to death. He thought he had encountered any powerful evil objects in this mountain. When he was anxious to be on the side, he was relieved when he was a living person.

But after being relieved, there was a time after a while. If this person was interested in killing her and hurting her, she may be a corpse now.

She carefully looked at the man who suddenly snatched her eggs in front of her. Looking at the age of 356, a dark green narrow -sleeved waist, long hair and high bundles into ponytails, a bit of the dress of rivers and lakes.

In appearance, a pair of eyes are particularly good -looking, the bridge of the nose is tall, the corners of the lips are moist, not as cold as Chu Yuanyan. When you do n’t laugh, you always give people a kind of indifference that refuses people thousands of miles away. The man's temperament and Chu Yuan.

Yan is completely different, as elegant as green but noble, and has a careless laziness between his expression and his hands. Even stealing people's eggs to eat such things are so elegant and natural.

"Who are you?" Gu Zhianchao, a man who did not invite himself, asked.
Chapter completed!