The reborn sweet wife counterattacks

Chapter 812

She is not stupid, "It is very good for sleeping on the floor."

"Yeah." He nodded, "Last night, the sleeping floor was cold and hard. Tonight, it's covered with straw, so it's softer."

However, in the middle of the night last night, I hugged her to 'deep' to keep warm, and after a whole night, I was still sweating.

She was moved by his thoughtfulness.

This man, no matter when and where, wants to make her life better.

Bai Qinghao planed the fire to the side, exposing the scorched ground. He spread the dry grass on the ground to form a hay bed.

Originally, he wanted to put his shirt on the grass, so as not to hurt people.

But his shirt was used as a bag to hold sea crabs, and it was dirty and smelly. If he didn't wash it, he couldn't use it as a cushion.

Fang Xinxin lay down on the dry mud floor covered with hay. The ground had been burned before, and the soil was warm, steaming upwards.

Although the hay was a bit prickly, and she still felt a little itchy when she fell asleep, she still felt more comfortable than when she almost froze to death last night.

The temperature difference between day and night on the deserted island is huge. During the day it is almost hot to death, but at night it is bitingly cold.

It is estimated that it is comparable to the temperature difference between day and night in the desert.

The fire was moved about a meter away from the hay 'bed' and continued to burn.

Fang Xinxin's physical strength has been exhausted these days, and she is very sleepy, "Honey, you should go to sleep too. Don't forget to save the fire."

With the kindling, there is no need to go through the trouble of digging wood to make fire every time you start a fire.

She also wanted to ask him if he would keep the tinder, but he replied, "Yes."

If he said so, he would.She fell into a deep sleep.

Bai Qinghao dug a [-]-degree groove in the mud under the burning fire, knocked a pile of charcoal-red firewood into pieces with a wooden stick, and piled them into the mud. in the groove.

A thin layer of ash is covered on a large pile of 'hot carbon'.In this way, the tinder is preserved.

In order to keep warm, a firewood pile continued to burn beside the fire.

After doing this, Bai Qinghao lay down next to Fang Xinxin. Since his body had not fully recovered from his injuries, he was extremely tired after building a shed for another day.

He also fell into a deep sleep.

Tonight, the extremely tired two did nothing and fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, the fire went out unknowingly, and the two were so cold that they hugged each other again.

With the residual heat of the fire, it is not so unbearably cold.

At five o'clock in the morning, Bai Qinghao opened his dark and sharp eyes.

Raising his left wrist, he glanced at the time on his watch, it was five in the morning.

About seven hours of sleep, which he always sleeps less.Such a long sleep is enough for him.

Looking at Fang Xinxin who was still sleeping soundly in her arms, her beautiful sleeping face, although she was tanned a lot, her skin was still tender...

He was full of love.

I want to keep looking at her like this, but unfortunately, I have to collect dew now.

Otherwise, if there is no fresh water to drink for a day, people will die of thirst.

He got up lightly, picked up the medicine box that had been emptied of water last night, found a place with high humidity by the sea, and began to use a scalpel and watch to collect dew in the same way as before.

A catty of water a day is far from enough.

Bai Qinghao picked up the three empty medicine bottles before and went to the forest to collect the dew dripping from the plants.

The three bottles are very small. Two of the medicine bottles can hold [-] milliliters each, and the glass alcohol bottle can hold [-] milliliters. The total capacity can hold [-] milliliters of water.

(End of this chapter)