At noon on the 25th, Chen Zhou dragged his heavy, exhausted body back to the cave dwelling.
The small branches he had added to the stove and campfire when leaving home were successfully ignited by the charcoal.
Sadly, he got home too late, and the small branches that had ignited were now burnt to charcoal, so he still had to start a fire again.
He took out the herbs and jars, placing them on top of the kitchen's pantry shelf.
Sitting on a low stool, taking a brief rest, Chen Zhou started the campfire—
He wanted to brew some tobacco leaves in boiling water; it was currently the only medicine that might have some efficacy.
Patiently waiting for the water to boil, after steeping two large cups of tobacco leaves, he poured the remaining boiling water into an empty wine bottle, saving it for drinking later.
Then he added more water to the pot, broke a flatbread, sliced some meat into strips, put them in the water, didn't add salt, and began cooking porridge.
