The moisture in the riverside woodland was extremely heavy, and coupled with the disruptive wind through the forest, the difficulty of making a fire suddenly increased. Even with the most advanced fire-starting tool of this era, Chen Zhou still experienced the taste of failure.
He couldn't remember how many times the flame had extinguished. As the airflow from his mouth flowed out, the faint firelight finally did not die in its infancy and grew tenaciously.
The rain-drenched twigs were scorched by the flames, emitting thick, grey-black smoke, with warmth spreading out.
Seeing the fire stabilize, Chen Zhou filled the fire with thick branches picked up from the forest while walking towards the shelter.
The firelight illuminated the supply box inside the shelter. He squinted to identify the markings on the box and hauled out a wooden box engraved with the initials G5, from which he took out a large iron pot.
