The girl traveled through another world and forced the prince to take the imperial examination

Mu Qingcheng grabbed the hand and wrote, "No need for promises. Ten thousand taels of gold is not a small amount."

When she had ten thousand taels of gold, she would find a beautiful place, build a villa, buy a few hundred acres of land, and buy a few shops. Oh! Then she could live a comfortable life.

No, she can't cook. We need a chef to make her delicious meals every day. We also need a maid to clean the house. No, they call her a maid here. It would be nice to have a little maid to play with her. We also need an accountant to help her manage the store and the fields.

When you think about it this way, your life will be so beautiful!

Thinking of this, she took his hand and asked, "What's your name?"

Xiaobai hesitated for a moment and wrote the two words "Yunqing" on the notebook.

"Yun Qing, so your name is Yun Qing. This name is indeed very ancient. It sounds like a young master from a wealthy family."

That's all, 12,000 taels of gold, a promise, and his autograph, perfect!

Mu Qingcheng hurriedly turned a page of paper for him. That piece of paper must be kept carefully, as it is worth ten thousand taels of gold!

Then she asked a jumping question: "Can you make a fire?"

Yun Qing frowned and thought for a moment. It seemed that this child didn't even have a tinderbox. He didn't know how he survived in this deep mountain.

Yun Qing wrote in the notebook with pity: "You can make fire by rubbing two sticks together."

Mu Qingcheng sighed and wrote two words on his palm: "Hand hurts!"

Yun Qing twitched his eyes. This child must have suffered a lot! So he also wrote two words in the notebook: "I'll do it."

Mu Qingcheng pulled Yun Qing back to the cave, eager to see how he made fire by rubbing two sticks together.

She placed all the tools that failed yesterday in front of Yun Qing, and gave him a military knife so that he could cut wood.

Yun Qing held the military knife in his hand and stroked it repeatedly, his expression becoming more and more solemn. This knife was very unusual.

Its shape was unique, feeling neither copper nor iron. The blade was thin yet hard, and felt light in the hand without being bulky. Rather, it seemed to be made of the legendary fine steel. If it were truly made of fine steel, it would be a priceless treasure. The sight of such a dagger would attract a great deal of attention, perhaps even causing rivers of blood to flow.

Yun Qing fumbled with the knife, unable to let it go. He really wanted to ask about its origins. But he knew that anyone who owned such a knife must be someone extraordinary, often with hidden secrets. So, he decided not to ask.

But this kid actually used it to cut wood, what a waste!

Yun Qing was still feeling sorry for the knife, but Mu Qingcheng urged him to hurry up impatiently, as she was still waiting to take advantage of the situation.

Yun Qing had no choice but to pick up the hard-earned military knife and start cutting the wood. The knife was as sharp as he had imagined, and the wood was cut flat in two strokes.

He first shaved a notch on the edge of the wood and then drilled a hole in it, a hole that was deeper and rounder than the one Mu Qingcheng had drilled. Then, Yun Qing shaved the long, thin stick he used to drill wood, making it thin, smooth, and straight.

Mu Qingcheng couldn't help but sigh in her heart, what if this person was not deaf, blind, or dumb? No wonder he was envied by others.

Yun Qing kept working on the carpentry, and soon a square lid was finished.

The final step was to make a bowstring. He could have used his hands without the string, but his hands weren't strong enough. He'd wanted to try using his meager Qi, but the boy had somehow pulled out a thin, tough string and handed it to him.

He also couldn't figure out what material this rope was made of. The rope was elastic, wear-resistant, and had a very smooth surface. Could it be made of Tiancan silk, the sacred object of Tianshan Mountain?

If Mu Qingcheng could hear his inner voice, she would definitely say, "Brother! You're overthinking it. That's just my shoelaces."

Everything is ready, only the east wind is missing! Now all that’s missing is a fire starter. Mu Qingcheng thought about using facial tissue, but she couldn’t bear to do it. If she used one less now, what would she use to wipe her butt when she ran out of tissues?

Then she thought of the tank top worn by the man in black, which was made of pure cotton and was the most flammable.

The man in black has run out of tank tops, but his undershirt is also made of pure cotton.

So, the black-clad man's undershirt was cut shorter again, and his gown became a belly-exposing outfit.

She tore off a strand as a primer and gave the rest to Yun Qing as a face towel.

Yun Qing's slender hands pulled the bow back and forth like playing an erhu, and the top of the small wooden stick began to turn black.

"Yun Qing, you are so awesome! Come on! Come on!" Mu Qingcheng shouted from the side.

Soon smoke came out and sparks could be seen on the fire starter. Mu Qingcheng quickly lay on the ground and blew hard. Gradually, the smoke grew thicker and thicker, and fire began to emerge.

Mu Qingcheng threw the fire starter into the dry grass in the stove, and added more firewood after the fire gradually grew bigger.

"Finally, there's a fire tonight! We don't have to suffer from the cold anymore!"

She couldn't wait to throw the chestnuts into the fire, and then she thought of a question: how could she get the chestnuts out of the fire? Her hands?

Mu Qingcheng felt like she was almost stupid to death. When she saw Yun Qing still touching the military knife, she suddenly had an idea.

"Can you help me sharpen a pair of chopsticks?"

Mu Qingcheng showed him the lengths, then found him some branches and wood. Yun Qing's blindness didn't affect his skill at all, and soon he had a pair of long chopsticks. Mu Qingcheng got what he wanted and began to fish in troubled waters.

The roasted chestnuts were fragrant and sweet, but still hard to peel. Mu Qingcheng snatched the military knife from Yun Qing and began to cut into the raw chestnuts, making it easier to peel them when roasting.

As night fell, the rain finally began to fall. Along with the sound of the raindrops, a thin mist filled the mountains and forests, adding a chill to the night.

The cave was as warm as spring, and crackling sounds could be heard from time to time.

Mu Qingcheng has mastered the skill of peeling chestnuts. She finally had a full meal tonight and was peeling some for Yun Qing.

Yun Qing was holding a piece of wood, carving something. She stuffed the peeled chestnuts directly into his mouth. Yun Qing had become accustomed to her way of feeding him, and he didn't stop working while eating.

"Yunqing, it's raining!"

Mu Qingcheng wrote the words "Raining" on his back. Yun Qing looked up, felt the moist air, and nodded. He stopped what he was doing, took out his notebook, and wrote, "What time is it?"

He is now becoming more and more adept at using the carbon pen. Even Mu Qingcheng sighs that this ancient man has such a strong ability to accept things.

"What time is it? How did the ancients calculate time? It's probably around seven or eight in the evening now. What time is that?"

Mu Qingcheng calculated based on two hours as one hour, so seven o'clock in the evening should be the hour of Xu.

She told him that it was probably the hour of Xu. Yun Qing nodded and continued with the carpentry work in her hands.

Mu Qingcheng gave Yun Qing two more wild apricots. Since he was not afraid of sourness, he decided to eat more to supplement his vitamin C.