A corner of the rock was smashed and broken off.
Su Qingyue's long-stick pitchfork caught the piece of flintstone that had come loose.
She withdrew the pole fork, took the 'mountain'-shaped stone from its top, and skillfully struck the stone wall again with force, breaking the flintstone into two pieces.
Xiao Yuchuan tried to stand up, but Su Qingyue stopped him, "Third brother, you're injured, don't move around."
"I'll gather firewood…"
"No need. You just sit there," she said, "Leave the firewood gathering to me."
"But…"
"No buts. At most, I'll gather the firewood and snap some more tree branches. You can do the job of making the wooden raft with the branches."
"Okay." With his current injury, any movement caused his internal organs to ache unbearably; better not to trouble his wife.
