Su Xiaoling was really tired. Her hands hurt terribly. She found a cliff cave, took grass, and so on. Her hands were too worn, and the more she rubbed them, the slower they became. The fire could not start at all.
She didn't expect Wei Ling to, but when Wei Ling took the initiative to offer, she was stunned for a moment before handing over the two sticks.
It took a wooden block and a sharp stick, surrounded by some dry velvet grass.
If it was fast enough, with enough sparks, the fire could start.
Wei Ling had never done these things, but she watched for two hours. That was what Su Xiaoling did. She leaned against the stone wall blocked by the straw pole and began to rub it.
She had never thought that such a thing would be so difficult.
After just a while, her palm felt painful.
Wei Ling could feel Su Xiaoling looking at her. She gritted her teeth and continued to rub.
