Quick Wear: We are not a strategy system

When Jiang Yuan woke up, she felt her lips were so dry and cracked that they were burning with pain. She struggled to sit up, then kicked the sleeping lion next to her: "I want to drink some water."

He was still sleepy, so he got up in a daze, found a clean leaf and went to the stream to fetch water.

After washing his face with a handful of water at the stream, he remembered that he had to teach this ignorant little female a lesson and let her know that getting involved with someone like him would not end well.

He walked back to his cave angrily and said fiercely, "The water you asked for."

Jiang Yuan didn't despise it, he took the fruit and drank it, then handed the clean leaf back to him: "Another one, thank you."

He took the empty leaf, and when he went to fetch water, he found a clean leaf by the river and brought back two leaves' worth of water at a time.

I thought, this should be enough for me to drink, right? This little female is really strong and has the energy to drink so much water. It seems that she will not die.

After drinking the water, Jiang Yuan felt that she started to sweat again. A gust of wind blew past her and she shivered.

Her head was dizzy and she had no strength, so she curled up and lay down again, with a layer of fine and dense goose bumps on her arms.

When she woke up again, she found herself covered with a deerskin blanket. Yao had returned from hunting and was processing the meat he brought back.

Seeing that she was awake, he pushed some of the meat wrapped in leaves towards her, "For you."

Jiang Yuan frowned: "I don't eat mice."

He took a look at the fur that had been peeled off nearby and explained to her, "This is not a mouse, it's a mountain pig. It's delicious and can only be eaten when you're sick."

She stood up, squatted down and poked the pile of meat: "Is it difficult to catch?"

He explained: "This small creature, the mountain dolphin, lives in mounds of dirt and is very cautious. It is as hard to catch as a rabbit."

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Well, these are for you."

Jiang Yuan looked at the pile of raw meat and felt a little overwhelmed. She picked at it twice before asking cautiously, "Can I eat it cooked?"

Yao obviously didn't understand this word, "Cooked? I've never heard of such an animal. If it's easier to catch than a guinea pig, I might try my luck."

Jiang Yuan waved his hand: "No, can you make a fire?"

He still tilted his head and looked at her in confusion. He obviously didn't understand why the little female was so picky when there was such good meat. No wonder she was abandoned by the male.

Looking at his expression, she felt powerless to explain. It seemed that she could only find a way to make a fire herself. She really couldn't accept raw meat, not even if she turned into a lion!

Then she held her chin with one hand and thought for a while, and then suddenly showed a harmless smile to the tall orc opposite: "Little brother, what's your name?"

"Yao."

"Yao? What a great name! My name is Yuan, and our names together mean distant. We are truly destined to be together!"

The exaggerated tone of the little female made him very confused. Was she sick and her brain was damaged? She didn't even know how to eat and kept saying strange things.

"So can you help me pick up some dried leaves and wood? And some vines, similar to the ones I have tied on my legs."

Without fire-making tools, you can only use the most classic method of drilling wood to make fire. This is the method with the simplest tools, but also the most difficult.

It is September now and the weather is still hot, so it should not be difficult to find dry grass and trees.

Fortunately, Yao has lived in this area for many years and is familiar with every plant and tree in his territory. He only made a few trips back and forth to find the materials Jiang Yuan needed.

First, a suitable wood is needed for the drill plate. Jiang Yuan chose a piece of dry willow wood because it is soft and suitable for making fire. Then he took a suitable relatively hard branch as the drill bit and sharpened one end of it.

Then, Jiang Yuan drilled a small "V"-shaped groove on the edge of the drill board and placed some dead leaves that could be easily ignited by sparks under the drill board.

Yao looked at her in confusion, his tail swinging left and right rhythmically.

Jiang Yuan fixed the drill shaft to the drill plate with the grooved wooden cover and looked at him: "Come and help."

The orc, swinging his tail, stretched out his long legs and stood beside her, listening to her instructions unconsciously.

Jiang Yuan took his hand and led him to wrap the rattan around the drill wood a few times, "Tighten it, and then pull the rattan back and forth quickly."

He was a bit clumsy and tried several times, but each time he pulled the drill down without producing any sparks.

Jiang Yuan looked at his hands with some confusion, which made his back feel creepy.

Then she stretched out her hand to him, and he stared at her hand closely, but when she was about to touch his hand, he suddenly pulled it back, knocking over the tools.

She was a little anxious, frowning and pulling his arm: "Stretch it out! Let me see."

He put his hands behind his back and shook his head firmly, like a piece of wood that didn't understand what was said.

Jiang Yuan already had difficulty walking, and in his haste to pull him up, he lost his balance and fell on top of him. He was hit hard and fell down on his butt.

Even so, he did not take out the hand behind his back. One hand was used to support her, and the hand behind his back was not willing to support himself in times of crisis.

Jiang Yuan lay on top of him, and his stomach rumbled at an inopportune time, the vibrations clearly reaching Yao's ears.

Yao: ...

Jiang Yuan: ...

It was really too annoying. Shame, hunger, and pain came over her all at once. She couldn't help but hugged her legs and cried.

He opened his eyes wide and took a long time to react, then hurriedly reached out to wipe her tears, and took out the hand behind his back. His face was wooden, but his palms were sweating from nervousness. This was probably the first time in his life that he saw someone cry. When he was a child, his mother told him that only cowardly beasts who were afraid of pain would cry. If he wanted to be a strong man, he must not shed tears even if he was bitten to death.

He had no experience in dealing with this kind of situation and felt like he was facing a great enemy. Even when he was fighting for territory with another tiger, he was not as nervous as he was now.

Jiang Yuan felt really aggrieved: "I'm so hungry, wuwuwu."

He said in a twisted tone: "I hunted food for you."

"I want it cooked, woo woo woo."

"Where is it?"

"You are so stupid that you can't even drill wood."

She sobbed and pried his hands apart, "Has it been because you've been a lion for so long that you can't use your hands anymore?"

When she opened his hands, she found that they were very rough, with many calluses, and it was indeed difficult for him to bend and stretch them.

It was in stark contrast to her soft hands.

He lowered his eyes, and his crow-feather-like eyelashes cast a small shadow.

Jiang Yuan was stunned for a moment, then made a move as if his mind was wandering: he pulled his hand and wiped away his tears.