Fu Tinghan watched her lying half in the field, rolling up the dry grass and stuffing it into the hole, then got up and ran off to the other side, shouting back at him, "Quick, light the fire."
Fu Tinghan watched silently for a while, turned around, walked to another hole, lit the collected dry grass from the field, and placed it at the entrance of the hole.
Seeing the smoke curling up, he thought for a moment, lifted his robe, and fanned the fire, trying to fan the smoke into the hole, but because he was tall, he miscalculated, and the fan was on the smoke instead of into the hole.
Fu Tinghan had to kneel down, using his robe as a fan, aimed at the entrance of the hole, finally managed to fan the smoke inside.
Fu An tugged at the dry grass everywhere, grabbed a handful and saw, hurriedly stuffed the dry grass that was burning into the hole, "Young master, don't light the fire too much, half-burning and half-not is the best for smoke, just stuff it in the hole."
