The Great Song Dynasty: You were put in charge of teaching, and you produced a whole bunch of prime

The sunlight shone on his face, warm and pleasant, but Jiang Lin couldn't feel any warmth at all.

He was soaked to the bone; the icy river water had taken all his warmth away, and now, with the wind blowing through the woods, his teeth were chattering.

He glanced down at himself, then at Zhao Lingjun and Shen Kuo beside him, who were equally disheveled, and couldn't help but sigh.

With that appearance, you could easily believe it was crawled out of a mass grave.

Zhao Lingjun was still leaning against him, her body trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind, whether from the cold or fear, it was hard to tell.

The tear tracks on her face were still wet, mingling with the mud and forming unsightly little streams. This princess, born of noble birth, had probably never suffered such a miserable life.

Shen Kuo was in slightly better condition, but only relatively speaking. His precious clothes were already torn to shreds by the stones, and his glasses were covered in condensation. He was shivering as he tried to wipe the glasses clean, muttering to himself:

"The refractive index of light underwater is different from that in air, so the illumination effect of the cold light stick is reduced by about 30%. This data needs to be noted down..."

Jiang Lin really wanted to slap this mad scientist who didn't know his place to the ground.

"Gurgle..."

An untimely sound shattered the brief peace that followed the ordeal.

The sound came from inside Niu Aihua's belly.

She stood to the side expressionlessly, her clothes dry, clearly indicating her profound inner strength, having dried them long ago.

She was rubbing her stomach, looking at Jiang Lin with a hint of accusation in her eyes. "Headmaster, I'm hungry."

Jiang Lin's lips twitched. Fine, nothing's more important than eating. Who knows what this ancestor might do if he gets really hungry.

"Let's find a place to rest, dry our clothes, and then find something to eat," Jiang Lin decided. He looked around; the forest was dense, and it seemed no one would come anytime soon.

He helped Zhao Lingjun to lean against a large tree, and then said to Shen Kuo, "Shen Kuo, go and find some firewood to start a fire."

"Master, wouldn't it be faster to use phosphorus powder directly?" Shen Kuo pulled out an oil paper package from his pocket and suggested earnestly.

"Do you want to set the whole forest on fire and then let Zhao Liben's men follow the smoke to arrest us?" Jiang Lin glared at him irritably. "Use the most primitive method, make a fire by rubbing sticks together, and keep it quiet."

"Oh." Although Shen Kuo felt it was inefficient, he still obediently went to find the wood.

Jiang Lin then began to check on Zhao Lingjun's condition. He reached out and touched her forehead, finding it ice-cold.

"Cold..." Zhao Lingjun's voice was so faint it was like a mosquito's buzz, and he curled up into a ball.

"Bear with it, the fire will start soon," Jiang Lin comforted him, then began to untie the tattered cloth that could no longer be called clothing.

"What...what are you doing?" Zhao Lingjun was startled when she saw his actions, and instantly became more sober, with an abnormal blush appearing on her face.

"I'll wring out your wet clothes for you, otherwise you'll definitely die of illness here." Jiang Lin was speechless. "Your Highness, what time is it? What are you still thinking about?"

Zhao Lingjun's face turned even redder, and she buried her head in her knees, not daring to look at him anymore.

Jiang Lin quickly stripped off his soaking wet outer clothes, revealing his fairly muscular physique. He wrung out the clothes forcefully and handed them to Zhao Lingjun: "Cover yourself with these for now; it's better than being wet."

After doing all that, he realized he was almost frozen stiff. He walked to the side and started moving his hands and feet to slowly warm up his body.

Niu Aihua approached him at some point and handed him something hard.

"Headmaster, eat."

Jiang Lin took it and saw that it was a piece of dried food biscuit that had been hidden away for who knows how long, with some crumbs on it. He broke it in half and handed it back to Niu Aihua: "You eat it, you're very active."

Niu Aihua didn't take it, but just looked at him and said, "Headmaster, you eat first."

Jiang Lin felt a warmth in his heart. This girl, though her thought process was peculiar, was sincere in her dealings with people.

He didn't stand on ceremony anymore, stuffed the half-eaten pancake into his mouth, and chewed it vigorously. It was dry and hard, and a bit tough on his teeth, but at that moment, it tasted better than any delicacy.

Soon, Shen Kuo returned carrying a large pile of firewood. Following Jiang Lin's instructions, he found a sheltered spot and began clumsily trying to start a fire by rubbing sticks together.

This genius scientist, capable of conjuring up "sunlight," was clearly an idiot when it came to practical skills. After fiddling around for ages, he hadn't even produced a spark.

In the end, Niu Aihua couldn't stand it anymore. She went over, took the tool from his hand, and casually turned it a couple of times. With a "poof," a small flame appeared.

Shen Kuo stared in disbelief, adjusted his glasses, and muttered, "So the efficiency of heat generation through friction is also related to angular velocity and pressure on the contact surface... I have to remember that too."

The fire quickly blazed up, its orange flames dispelling the chill and bringing a sense of security. The three people huddled around the fire, drying their damp clothes.

Zhao Lingjun had recovered and her complexion had improved considerably, but she still didn't dare to look at Jiang Lin.

"Alright, let's discuss what to do next." Jiang Lin said, turning his clothes over, his expression turning serious. "Although we've escaped, the danger isn't over yet."

The fire was quickly lit, and the orange flames dispelled the chill and brought a sense of security.

The three of them huddled around the fire, drying their wet clothes. Zhao Lingjun had also recovered somewhat, her complexion had improved, but she still didn't dare to look at Jiang Lin.

"Alright, let's discuss what to do next." Jiang Lin said, turning his clothes over, his expression turning serious. "Although we've escaped, the danger isn't over yet."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly did something that surprised everyone.

Suddenly, he stretched out his foot and kicked away the fire that Shen Kuo had painstakingly built up! Then, he grabbed a handful of damp soil and shoved it hard onto the still-smoking embers.

"Headmaster! What are you doing?" Shen Kuo cried out in distress, trying to protect the flames, but Jiang Lin grabbed him and held him down.

"Shh—" Jiang Lin's face was terribly cold. He pointed to the dilapidated window and said, "Listen."

The three of them held their breath.

In the once quiet morning forest, the faint, rhythmic sound of a cowhide drum, accompanied by the frantic barking of hunting dogs, drifted down the mountainside on the wind.

The sound didn't seem like a few people, but rather like a vast army hunting down a prey.

"It's a 'search order' from the government office." Jiang Lin's voice was low and chilling. "Zhao Liben has gone mad. He's not just sending people to guard the exits; he's mobilizing the local militia and is sealing off the mountain."

"If that light shines out, even a wisp of smoke, we'll become sitting ducks."

He paused, looking at the other three who were still in shock: "Daming Prefecture is definitely under martial law now. If Zhao Liben can't find us, he'll go crazy."

Therefore, we must act separately.