Suddenly, she felt a wave of dizziness and nausea, collapsing softly onto the ground nearby.
She thought she was already exhausted.
If she pushed herself just a bit harder, she would be lying in the snow, unable to get up, and would die before tomorrow morning, possibly even before sunset today.
However, she still needed to gather firewood, start a fire, find whatever luggage there might be, and do many other things.
She had to do it now.
She needed to act, or both of them would die.
First, find a wind-sheltered place and use stones to build a stove pit.
Then, gather some dry branches for kindling.
The small branches from the trees hit by the tractor should be sufficient, and Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn't find anything drier.
She also needed to peel off some bark from the trees.
Jiang Xiaoxiao took two steps and saw scattered luggage.
This was a great joy.
The good news was that it contained their quilt and thick clothes, luckily including a pair of padded shoes.
