Sizzle!
The flames rose.
They tossed wood into the fire pit, and the fire illuminated the cramped room.
A faint warmth flowed in.
Brother Chen opened the broken little window halfway, and the entire room was extremely cramped with four people and more than a dozen barrels of pine oil, making it feel very crowded.
Everyone took off their damp clothes, took down some plastic bags hung on nails on the west wall, and then hung their clothes up.
The fire was right next to them, allowing the clothes to dry.
"Hey! Brother Chen, look what I found, cured black pork." Tui Zi exclaimed excitedly, noticing a black strip hanging from the ceiling.
"Bullshit, you call this black pork?" An Sheng reached out and took down the black object.
It was over thirty centimeters long, with a black surface and some white mold growing in places.
An Sheng touched it; it was hard as a rock.
He knocked it against the edge of the fire pit, producing a clanging sound.
