When Li Younan woke up in the morning, the fire in the fireplace hadn't completely gone out yet.
The warmth from the embers made the room cozy. The smoke ventilation was so well designed that not a hint of smoke bothered him in bed.
Li Younan yawned, stretched lazily, and slowly crawled out of the sleeping bag.
To be honest, he didn't have a thermometer, but he guessed the temperature inside the shelter was at least above 20 degrees, very warm. His sleeping bag was a multi-season bag with a winter down layer that could be added, but had not been needed yet.
Every morning, he felt like it was still summer until he decided to open the shelter door to go outside, only to be driven back by the cold in an instant.
Li Younan shoveled the ashes from the stove, took them outside, and poured them into a wooden box—wood ash had many uses in the wild, so he always collected them after a burn.
