Ma Lin cradled the fire container in his left arm, it weighed over ten kilograms.
In his right hand, he carried five javelins, which together weighed more than twenty kilograms.
He felt he looked foolish going out like this.
But for the sake of safety, he couldn't think of a better solution.
When he reached the top of a dirt slope, he squatted down. At his feet was a pit filled with gravel and scattered firewood. He carefully lit the wood.
This way, animals wouldn't ambush him on the slope.
He really hated blind spots in his view.
He walked another hundred meters or so.
He walked slowly, his eyes continuously scanning the wilderness, confident there were no beasts lurking nearby.
Arriving at a forest, there were many fast-growing trees here, they grew tall and straight, were relatively soft, and became very hard once dried.
His stone axe could fell this type of tree.
