It was also an accident. The family was full of joy and expectation, while the woman named Fen Ying was full of dissatisfaction and contempt.

Xia Weiwei's mouth slightly zipped as she collided with the woman at the door, and then withdrew it when she saw the woman shaking her eyebrows.

Looking directly at the tall middle-aged man who was still half sitting by the bed, Xia adjusted his breathing slightly. While ensuring that he would not feel the feeling of powerlessness caused by excessive hunger, she said, "Dad Aoki, I will slowly eat the long-stemmed grass. Can you help me wrap the earthen mountain and pick up some dry branches to come back?"

I don’t know if the expression on Xia Weiwei’s face was too serious and the tone was too sincere, which made people unable to refuse, or if the middle-aged man wanted to satisfy her last wish, after watching her steadily for a few seconds, he raised his hand and patted Xia Weiwei’s head, signaled her to wait and then stood up.

"Black Stone, come and get the long-stalk grass for Aqu"

In the middle-aged arrangement, the boy at the end of the bed followed closely. After Xia Weiwei's deliberately interruption, the woman who cared about her physical condition returned to the bed and tucked the skin covering her lower body and spoke in earnest.

"A Que, you have to believe your mother, don't listen to others' words and think about it..."

"I know Qingmei's mother." Once again, Xia Weiwei interrupted the woman's words.

It’s not that she is rude, but that she doesn’t want the woman at the door to have any chance to provoke the anger of the woman in front of her.

That woman, or that woman's family, is not worthy of their anger.

"My Qingmei, can you help me pick some taro leaves? I want more, I also want reeds and hay, and the hay is best for soft velvet grass."

There was no chance for the woman. When the boy came in with forty or fifty rice sticks long and the thickness of an adult's thumb, and the stems of grass that looked like sugarcane, Xia Weiwei asked a series of requests.

"What do you want so many taro leaves to do? Didn't I just exchanged your grass bed for you two days ago?" Subconsciously, the woman asked.

With the corner of his mouth bent, Xia Weiwei smiled mysteriously: "I don't want to change the bed, but it's for other purposes. Qingmei's mother can help me collect some."

The woman was twitching her lips, and she wanted to ask, but she finally opened her mouth and choked to ask.

Xia Weiwei didn't know at all that her voice was trying to calm down or that the three who were extremely familiar with "her" discovered the difference. She believed that she had no flaws, but in fact there were conflicts everywhere, which made the family tacitly regard her various performances as a reflection of the light.

So, when middle-aged man carried back a bundle of dead branches, the family cooperated with the ridge to cut the wooden sticks and bases she wanted. When she found that she had no strength to ignite the flames and endurance, and asked them to help, they followed her arrangements without hesitation.

After repeated failures, Xia Weiwei directly moved the wooden stick at the base to the edge of the firewood pile. After a busy operation, a raging fire illuminated the whole body.

The reed flowers and velvets burned very quickly, and the flames were once as high as two meters. In their rapid combustion, dry branches of different thicknesses were ignited and the temperature rushed towards them.

When you feel the hot and spicy thorns caused by the fire when you are in front of the door, shoulders, and even knees close to the fire in a knee.

Xia Weiwei finally believed in the fact that the fire had been lit.

···Will it be too easy?

···From the way… From picking up firewood to ignition, it should be less than two hours!

···In survival programs, lighting has always been a big project... Will she be too lucky???

After being surprised, Xia Weiwei quickly stuffed the fish wrapped in taro into the hollow of the fire. In order to save firewood and prevent the fish wrapped in taro leaves from being cooked, she stood up to the place where the long-stalk grass residue was dumped, and took back the long-stalk grass residue that had been hugged.

Along the edge of the fire, Xia Weiwei attached these extremely dry slags. After clearly seeing some of the slags that fell into the combustion center burning, she ran several times in succession and surrounded the slags with thick slags.

Looking at her series of actions, Aoki, who felt her face and knees were so hot that she could hardly bear it, shouted: "A Que?"

Hearing the sound, Xia Weiwei caught the surprise and confusion flowing in Mu Qing's eyes.

"Dad Aomu, this is fire, my dad told me. This fire is indeed as hot as my dad told me!" She didn't want to explain too much about fire. People here absolutely cannot understand the issue of energy conversion. As for why she remembered fire today, the various complaints from the tribe members towards "her" during this period are enough to make a reason.

After taking two steps back and letting the Aoki family of three retreat a little, Xia Weiwei then returned to her kneeling position.

With his hands stretched out, looking straight at the palms of the baking palms and the back of her hand, she opened her lips slowly: "My father said, if one day, I feel so cold that I can't stand it. If one day, we don't have enough fish, then he will light a fire for me. With the fire, the winter will no longer be cold and unbearable, and the night will no longer be scary. With the fire, the two teams of Aomu Dad and Uncle Xunmu can go into the water to catch fish at the same time. When the severe winter comes, we will not have to worry about food."

"Dad Aomu, my dad told me that when you have the chance, you will be grilled meat and grilled fish, and when you have the chance, you will be able to make a lot of delicious food for me with fire..."

Since Aoki can be the leader of the tribe, his mind must be unquestionable.

These few words were enough to wake him up.

Compared with the "memories" that are very detailed, it will be better to leave half of them. Compared to shouting loudly and yelling to roast the fire, the light emitted silently, the sweet and charming effect will be more ideal.

Xia Weiwei knew the ignorance of fire here and the urgency of fishing and storage, so she was not worried about who would object to the use of fire. After saying that, she focused on staring at the taro leaf packages in the fire, flipped them from time to time, and occasionally plucked some long-stem grass residue to cover it.

"Suck~ so sweet." A child's voice suddenly rang.

"This seems to smell of long-stalk grass!" a woman exclaimed.

Immediately, another woman not far away from her responded: "It seems, it's just."

"What's going on? How come it smells so sweet?" The woman who was sure that it was not her nose problem frowned.

"You have made the point wrong. What we should pay attention to is not the sweetness problem." A man stood up and said, walking towards the flames.

"ah?"

"Well?"

Not a sweet taste problem, what is that?

The two women were inexplicably.

It seemed that they were pressed to start to be strong, and the figures surrounding the open space of about a hundred square meters in a circular shape moved together. Accompanied by these figures, were the screams of the men who were almost the same.

"So bright!"

"Just like the starlight."

“So hot!”

“Hotter than the sun at midday in early autumn!”

"Hiss~it's burning me."

"Ah~ I can't stand it."
Chapter completed!