"When lighting the fire, make sure it's well-ventilated, otherwise you could easily get poisoned and die."
"Don't worry, miss. I'll keep an eye on it at all times. Besides, it's quite warm in this cellar. Once it's heated for a bit, we can put it out; there's no need to keep it burning constantly."
With Chen watching over it, Ruan Mian felt a bit more at ease.
She continued to hold up the torch and headed into the dark interior. It was obvious this cellar was dug out temporarily, as there was nothing inside except for an unusual smell.
An indescribable dampness, along with a faint fermentation smell, but not the rotten smell of a dead animal.
Ruan Mian examined the earth wall carefully and suddenly discovered a relatively moist layer of black, mud-like substance.
She leaned in and sniffed—isn't this natural clay coal? It's a good find.
Ruan Mian immediately took out tools from her space and dug some up to store away.
