C6 Artefact

The next day, the sky turned white.

Last night's soapy snow had also turned into graceful, light snow.

The Cyan Cattle Daoist got up and opened the door to go to the earthen stove outside the small door to boil some water to wash up. The Daoist boy rubbed his eyes and finally remembered that he was not the only one in this small temple since last night. There were four other people. Suddenly, the western-facing room opposite hers was opened from the inside. Lady Hu and Little Hu walked out. Madam Hu looked at the green ox Daoist servant who was still drowsy. She nodded and smiled, "Good morning, Great Master."

Little Hu Dan reluctantly greeted Qing Niu Taoist boy at his mother's urging.

At this moment, the temple boy finally reacted and quickly returned the greeting. The uncomfortable feeling in his heart seemed to have weakened a bit. However, the little Daoist boy knew that his life in the last six years of the Eastern Han Dynasty would be different …

When Madam Hu led Hu Dan out of the small bamboo door, she found that only the fire was being lit. Feeling that something was amiss, she asked, "Changsheng, where is Mister?"

When he heard his mistress ask him, his face turned gray and he stuck his head out and gave Little Hu a fright. TL: xDh20, LifeisaJourney The teacher saw that he was scared of Hu Dan, smiled and said: "When I woke up in the morning, I saw that he slept really well. I thought he was tired from walking these days, so I didn't wake him up."

That's not right! Madam Hu felt that something was amiss. Her husband had to get up early every day to practice and dance. With the unstoppable snow and wind blowing all year round, where would he get the habit of sleeping soundly? She squatted down and ordered him to follow her to the main house.

The Daoist boy didn't want to disturb other people's family matters, so he came to the front of the rafters. This man had been busy for so long and still hadn't started a fire. It seemed like he had encountered some difficulties. Although Little Hu Dan was quite spirited, he was still a four year old child. Moreover, she had just woken up in the morning with a face that was not beautiful and was shy to see others. Thus, when she saw that the Daoist boy had gone to help her uncle, she wanted to follow along, but her feet seemed to be rooted to the ground.

The Daoist boy didn't pay attention to the four-year-old girl behind him as he watched with rapt attention as he used the fire stone to strike the metal again. Every strike would create sparks. There was no such divine tool as a lighter in ancient times, and matches, which were easy to carry, appeared only in the later stages of the Qing Dynasty. Therefore, when opium was introduced into the country in the past, those wealthy people who could easily smoke it also lit it with a fire sickle. It was only during the Southern and Northern Dynasties that people had spread the word about using flint to strike iron plants and create fire. In the late Eastern Han Dynasty, the people who could use this method were only people who stood at the forefront of history. Of course, he did not know that since he was young, he had lived in this mountain range. Even if the living tools of the labourers around him were outdated, he could only speculate that it was because this village was too backward.

However, he still knew about flint. It was also known as "flint", and in the ancient times, flint shoes were also considered "flint emperors" because of their heaven-defying invention of wood and bricks. They were ranked first among the three emperors and had promoted the great development of human civilization. The flint is found both in the mountains and in the water, and since it contains mainly cerium and lanthanum, which are both drinkable and combustible elements, sparks are produced when friction with the iron, thus igniting it. But the piece of flint in the giant's hand obviously contained too much impurities, and it had a small combustion force. In addition, the object at the bottom of the stove was a little damp, so it definitely wouldn't be able to burn for a long time.

The little Daoist shook his head, then patted his sturdy shoulders and said, "Let me do it."

It was unknown whether it was due to the fact that the villagers had told him about the "miracle" of the Daoist boy, or because they were too impatient. They looked at the Daoist boy and obediently gave up their spot at the bottom of the stove. When Little Hu saw Qing Niu, the Taoist boy said a few words to his uncle, and the two of them exchanged places with each other. He couldn't suppress his curiosity and walked over to the two of them. He leaned against the rafter and carefully observed every move made by the little Daoist.

The green ox Daoist boy first reached his hand into the bottom of the earth stove to measure the humidity. He felt that it was not bad and not as humid as he had imagined. Then he picked up a suitable branch, reached into the bottom of the stove, and brushed away the ashes of the night before, smoothing them out. He picked some dried and withered twigs and leaves and piled them up under the pot. He put them in a few dried sticks and then looked back at where Little Hu Dan was standing. He frowned and said, "You're in the way of ventilation, please."

Little Hu's face immediately puffed up, but when he saw that his parents were not by his side, Uncle Zu was usually dumbfounded. He guiltily rolled his eyes and reluctantly stepped away from the "best ventilation line" mentioned by the Daoist boy. Then, with her sharp eyes, she noticed the faint smile on the corner of the Daoist Priest's mouth. She knew that this fellow must have done it on purpose!

That's right, the Daoist Child Qing Niu had done it on purpose.

Although he needed to leave a bit of air vents behind, it was impossible for Little Hu to block all of it, so how could he "block" it? But who told this little girl to tease him so much last night? Humph! The old saying goes, "A gentleman can have his revenge ten years later, but a villain can have his revenge all day long." I, the Green Ox Grandmaster, have never made a public statement saying that I am a gentleman!

The little girl was finished with her teasing. The little Daoist boy then took out a wrapped paper roll from his Daoist Robe and opened the cover of the paper under the gaze of Little Hu. He then blew on the faint red light coming from within — — Suddenly, the paper scroll began to burn under the stupefied gazes of Little Hu and Little Xiu!

The Daoist boy felt like he had placed the burning paper next to the dried branches and leaves he had prepared earlier. After seeing the dry tree branches and leaves were all lit up, he carefully took out the paper and blew it out. Does this look familiar to the reader? That's right, this was one of the most common items that tourists used in all kinds of bloody Wuxia movies and movies set in the ancient times. It was a "fire piston" that had a higher mirroring rate than the divine tool, "Sweat Potion", which had the highest "presence".

However, this godly artifact only slowly ascended the stage after the Southern and Northern Dynasties. Thus, the late Eastern Han Dynasty was still a product of the modern era! At the very least, the Daoist boy felt that in his current world, a person who possessed and was proficient in using this kind of fire piston should not have more than ten fingers.

"This... This... This... "What is this?" Little Hu was so surprised that he stuttered.

"Fire piston." From time to time, he would flip through the branches and logs that had been lit to maintain the fire. He then asked in a daze, "Did you pour out all the water in the pot?"

"Down..." "He fell." They also stuttered.

The Daoist boy didn't pay any attention to them. Seeing that the fire was ready, he got up and stretched. He said to the fire, "I'll start the fire. You can watch. I'll go brush my teeth first."

With an "Oh!" the giant obediently squatted down to watch the fire. This fire was troublesome, but he was good at it. Little Hu Dan didn't look at the fire with Tadashi, but followed behind the Daoist boy. The Daoist boy returned to his room and discovered that there was an extra tail. He did not hurry to open the door and asked Little Hu playfully, "Why are you following me?"

"That thing that makes fire is so formidable!" Little Hu tried hard to calm his heart and organize his thoughts. "Can you teach me?"

"Teach you? Why should I teach you? " The Daoist child from the Cyan Ox asked.

Impatient, Little Hu immediately questioned, "Aren't all of you Magician Daoists concerned with helping the people and leading them to good deeds?" But as soon as the words left her mouth, she felt as if they were going to break.

As expected, when the temple boy, who seemed to be joking just a moment ago, heard this, his expression immediately stiffened as he coldly said, "When I teach people to be kind, it's also about fate. But you and I …" The green ox Daoist said with a serious tone, "No such fate!"

Little Hu's face started to hang up again, his mouth was pouting as if he could hang up a soy sauce bottle. Before she could proceed with her next plan, the door to the main room suddenly opened. Madam Hu asked with an anxious tone, "Changsheng, is the hot water ready?"

He was staring at the fire at the bottom of the stove. He couldn't hear what Lady Hu was asking for a moment, so he answered, "What?"

"Is the hot water ready?" Madam Hu repeated, and then added in a louder voice, "Mister has a fever now and needs to drink some hot water and clean his body."

Little Hu's eyes turned red as soon as he heard this. Tears fell freely as he hurriedly ran towards the main room. He was too lazy to dwell on the matter of the Daoist boy not teaching her the 'Fire Bearer'. After all, nothing was as important as his old man.

Lady Hu was afraid that Hu Dan might fall down from running too fast, so she hurriedly went out to meet her. When he reached the door, he hurriedly stopped her and said, "Your father is just having a slight fever and is fine. But you can't go to him with a tearful face, or he'll be worried again. " Afterwards, he carefully patted off the falling ash and snow on his daughter's clothes that had appeared out of nowhere, and said with a pained heart, "Today, I will be guarding your father. You have to behave and don't disturb the great master. Do you know? "

Little Hu Dan wiped his tears away with his sleeve and nodded vigorously, indicating that he had heard everything. Madam Hu wasn't too worried about little Hu. She had her daughter by her side, so she didn't know what kind of character she had. When encountering such a big matter, she would definitely be obedient and not cause any trouble. But it was this early maturing that made Madam Hu's mother's heart ache. When she was young, her family was small and had plenty of money, so she didn't have to worry about food or clothes. But his daughter? Ever since she could walk and talk, she had been following her father, who was also her husband, studying and studying. She did not have the consciousness of "a woman without talent is a virtue". Afterwards, he would have to live in seclusion in the mountains with his parents. His life wouldn't be as good as it was when he was young.

"Mother." Little Hu's words brought back Madam Hu's spirit. She carefully cracked a smile that was uglier than crying as she tried asking, "Can I go in to see father?"

Madam Hu let out another long sigh and nodded her head.