"But Nuannuan, the fire inside is almost going out."
Ji Nuan chuckled lightly, "It won't go out, you'll see."
As time slowly passed, watching the Black Quicksand chunks in the fire pit gradually turn red, Xiu Yan felt numb. What on earth is this? No wonder Nuannuan just stopped me from adding firewood, it turns out to burn for so long without extinguishing.
How long is this thing going to burn, it's almost dark already.
Meanwhile, Ji Nuan beside him was so happy that her smile almost reached her ears, "I knew it, hehe."
This is coal. Thinking about the vast Black Quicksand River outside, Ji Nuan felt like she was on cloud nine.
If they bring this back to the tribe, not only would it save a lot of firewood when smelting iron, but even staying warm during the cold season would be much more convenient.
And they wouldn't have to get up frequently to add firewood, sleeping through the night would be pure bliss.
