Farming in the Mountains: Max Level Jiaojiao Is Three Years Old

Chapter 107: Flint

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Seeing that Xue Darong and the others still wanted to filter more, Jiang Yue said, “Forget it, these can’t be filtered. Let’s leave it for a night. The fine impurities that can’t be filtered will settle down. When the time comes, we don’t need the settling. We just need the get bright oil below.”

“Alright, alright, alright.” Xue Darong and the others all nodded. “It’s too late. You guys should go back. We know where to store the oil now, don’t worry.

“Alright, I’ll come back tomorrow morning to take a look.” Jiang Yue said.

“Sure, sure, sure. Jiang Yue, you’ve really worked hard today.” Xue Darong and the others were especially grateful.

Jiang Yue replied, “It’s not hard on me. I didn’t do anything. You guys were the ones who did it. You’re the ones who worked hard. I’ll be leaving now.”

“Send Xue Yan and Jiang Yue off. They’re just kids. It’s already so late,” Xue Darong said to Xua Yan.

Xue Yan smiled, “It’s okay, it’s not a long way back. We can go on our own.”

“Can you guys really do it?” Xue Darong was still worried.

“Sure. The moon is still out today, so we can still see the road. We’ll be going then.” With that, Xue Yan held Jiang Yue’s hand and walked out.

The two children went home under the moonlight.

They had been busy until now, and their family had been working hard to earn money.

The moonlight shone, and it was still faintly visible.

When they got home, everyone was asleep. It was dark. The two of them were not in a hurry to go to their respective rooms. Instead, they lit an oil lamp under the canopy and by the stove to boil water to wash up.

At this time, the hot water in the hanging can and pot had already cooled down and had to be reheated.

Xue Yan was sitting at the entrance of the stove, bending over and burying his head to do something. He kept hitting the firewood with flint, but no firewood was ignited after a long time.

He had never used this thing in his previous life. When he was young, his family did not allow him to make a fire. Later, when he was studying in town, he became the top scholar, entered the academy, and became an official. He used a fire piston, which was much more convenient than this. He only needed to open it and blow it out.

After waiting for a long time, Jiang Yue couldn’t help but pat Xue Yan’s back.

Xue Yan understood that he was being told to move aside…

After a moment of silence, he went to the side and gave up his seat.

Jiang Yue sat in the seat that he had given up and hit the flint with it. With a sizzling sound, the spark landed on the firewood, and the firewood started burning.

Xue Yan kept silent…

Jiang Yue used a fire stick to stuff the burning firewood into the chamber of the stove, then added some more firewood to make the fire burn bigger. She asked, “Don’t you have a fire starter at home?”

“That’s something that only those with some family background can afford,” Xue Yan said.

Jiang Yue nodded. Although the production of a fire piston was simple, how could the poor people bear to make these things and light them up every day?

“Let’s make a fire starter after we sell the moonbelly fungus.” Jiang Yue said.

Xue Yan looked at her small face for a long time, and then softly replied, “Okay.”

Jiang Yue stopped boiling the water after it was heated up.

Xue Yan opened the lid of the pot and scooped the hot water into the bucket with a ladle.

Jiang Yue carried the hot water in one hand and the cold water in the other with ease and brought them to her room. But after a while, she came out again and asked Xue Yan, “Do you need me to help you carry your water?”