I'm picking up rags in the survival game

Yun Tuan found a jacket with a fabric that was more skin-friendly, shook it out, cut off the thread-free part, tore it apart, and put it on the hay for later use.

Wan Yanbao's face turned redder than before. He took off his brand new sports shoes, put his feet aside and shook them.

I am worried that my feet will smell bad if they are soaked in the rain for a long time.

"Sister, how about I do it myself..."

Wan Yanbao threw the wet socks aside. His feet were soaked in the rain and turned white and wrinkled. The brightly colored inner skin was exposed where the blisters originally burst.

The wound no longer oozes yellowish liquid or blood, but the socks are red and white, which is a bit horrible.

The excess skin that became raised due to the ruptured blisters also stuck to the socks during walking and was lost.

"Hiss... There is no need to deal with it. Do you have antibiotics or disinfectant? If not, dry your feet for a while, wrap them up at night to prevent the wounds from touching dirt, and just rest for a while."

"Okay." Wan Yanbao nodded, raised his feet and swayed slightly. He felt that the temperature on his body was not that high anymore.

Yun Tuan put away the dagger and turned around, but Shi Qing hadn't lit the fire yet.

"Master, your efficiency is a bit low." She was a little confused. A thug of Shi Qing's level couldn't even start a fire?

How does this attract popularity?

No wonder she is qualified to participate in the housing management selection competition.

"That's easy to say. Stones and wood contain a lot of moisture, so of course they won't ignite so quickly." Shi Qing looked at the clothes hanger that was taller than him with some embarrassment. It was hard to imagine that the Jing family brothers had done it for this girl.

What training.

Yun Tuan grabbed a handful of hay, went to the corner and chose two rocks that felt good, and put the firewood in front of Shi Qing into a hollow shape. After a few simple knocks, sparks fell on the hay, slowly creating sparks.<

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The weak firelight first ignited the dry firewood on the surface. The temperature gradually increased, and the sparks seeped down, igniting the dry firewood at the bottom. The slightly damp firewood set outside sizzled and emitted white mist.

After a while, they all started to burn.

"Isn't this going to catch fire?" The cloud also lit another fire, "Okay, let's dry the clothes first."

The embarrassment spread from the left side of Shi Qing's face to the right side, disappearing in an instant, "Do Jing Yu and the others often take you to participate in wilderness survival?"

"What does it have to do with them? Oh, Jinghe doesn't know how to make a fire like you..." Yun Tuan nodded, "Okay, okay, this is what I practiced in the dungeon. Let's solve the problem at hand first before talking about this."

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The cloud moved the wide clothes hanger to the fire, hung the wet coat on it, and sat down to warm himself by the fire.

She glanced outside the cave and was slightly disappointed - no hungry animals were approaching.

If this continues, dinner will only be...

She also has a dead snake here, and she really doesn’t want to touch it unless necessary.

Parasites and eggs on snakes are very easy to infect people.

If you eat with the hand that has grasped the snake, parasites and eggs may enter your mouth directly.

After the heavy rain, there is a lot of humidity in the air, and the clouds don't feel thirsty at all.

Half an hour later.

No wild animals approach.

Three hungry people gathered around the fire. You looked at me and I looked at you, all in a daze.

"Sister, why don't we eat snakes?" Wan Yanbao's body temperature dropped and his complexion gradually returned to normal. He clutched his growling stomach, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Snake?" Shi Qing stared at the fire and carried the wet firewood to the fire to dry for later use.

Even if he has no food, he is still enjoying this rare comfort.

It seems that with this incompetent little apprentice here, completing dungeons can become as slow-paced as an outing?

I’ll bring Yuanyuan with me next time.