A stable flame meant a fire that would never go out.
A stable fire source, on the other hand, meant something that could kindle flames again and again.
The two sounded similar, but they were fundamentally different.
Flames needed something combustible to keep burning. Once the fuel ran out, the flames would die.
A stable flame, as the name suggested, could burn steadily without consuming fuel.
A stable fire source was more like a spark. It was the source of fire, not the flame itself.
After learning that Su Qiang could trade, Lin Bei had gathered all four members of the Small Group to discuss it at length. Only then had they settled on what they needed most.
Fire was one of those things, and it was even more essential than food.
In this world of ice and snow, they could hold out for a while without food. Without anything to keep them warm, though, they probably wouldn't last three hours.
They had never measured the temperature here, but according to some of the foreigners in their previous group, it couldn't be any warmer than fifty degrees below zero.
It might even be colder.
After all, several of those foreigners had lived within the polar circles before the Apocalypse.
Those places had six months of daylight and six months of darkness. Being in the polar regions, they were bitterly cold.
Their estimates of the temperature were fairly credible.
In an environment like this, keeping warm became the top priority. The four of them did still have medicine that could maintain a constant body temperature, but it was a consumable. Every pill they used was one less they had, and they had no way to make more.
The instant Su Qiang selected his trading target, far away in the Southern Wasteland,