Sang Ning laughed and said, "The barrage seems strange to me?"
[It’s quite strange, after all, you usually don’t pay much attention to these things, and you don’t want to reward them. 】
Sang Ning said, "Well, I watched it today, so, can anyone tell me what the mushroom incident is?"
The quality of melon eaters has remained the same throughout the ages. To be a qualified melon eater, one must not only eat melons seriously, but also spread the word about how delicious the melons are.
In other words, just watching the excitement is not too big a deal.
The viewers in the live broadcast room were all qualified melon eaters, so through their barrage one after another, Sang Ning learned the ins and outs of the mushroom incident.
When she finished eating the melon, she looked a bit confused and said, "So, why do you still eat it when you know it's poisonous?"
[I am looking for excitement. My old man has always told me that real warriors have the courage to face a bleak life, which includes experiencing the feeling of being poisoned. 】
The audience member's answer left Sanning speechless.
Before she could say anything, the next audience member's barrage came.
[I wasn’t looking for excitement, I simply suffered a disaster. My sister went to pick a bunch of mushrooms and came back. After carefully cooking them, she didn’t dare to eat them. She asked me to test the poison. Then she sent me to the medical center.
One of those poisoned armies.]
The tragedy is still the audience’s misfortune.
I originally thought that this person was already miserable enough, but I didn't know that the barrage posted by the audience showed that they were not the worst, only worse.
Regarding this, Sang Ning no longer wanted to speak at all.
She could finally see that the medical treatment in this world was highly developed, and the genes of most intelligent races had been optimized, and they had been injected with various types of antibodies since she was a child. The toxins that were terrible in her native world were
The whole world can be solved with a tube of comprehensive antidote.
In other words, no one will die.
Therefore, poisoning is similar to a cold in her native world.
Sang Ning, who sympathized with these people and thought they were miserable, felt deeply that she was unworthy.
She sighed and said warmly, "As long as you are happy."
【But I see you don’t look very happy.】
"A little bit."
Sanning looked away and continued to burn her limestone, "I want a set of clothes, but the clothes are far away."
As she said that, she had a sense of humor and said, "If one day in the future I change into a grass skirt and green leaf clothes, please remember not to look at any inappropriate behavior."
[It’s not that bad, the program team will release supplies.]
[It is estimated that it is almost time to release it, but whether you can grab it is unknown. You are too weak.]
Sanning, "···"
Compared with the elite humans of this era, she may not be good enough.
But it's not ridiculously weak either.
But that's not the point. The point is -
"Want to drop off supplies?"
Before the audience had time to answer, Feimengluoya came over with a look of surprise on his face and said, "Where are the supplies being placed? What are they being put in? When are they being put in?"
The three questions in a row confused Sang Ning and the audience.
Sang Ning, "...I don't know. It was the audience who said there are supplies. Why don't you ask the audience?"
audience,"!!!"
[Please don’t ask us, we can’t possibly know this kind of thing.]
[Yes, the process of the program team is confidential. It only announced that the materials will be released, but when they will be released, what materials will be released, and where they will be released, it is useless for you to ask us. 】
[I give you a suggestion, you can ask your respective person in charge. If the person in charge is willing to tell you, everyone will be happy, and vice versa.]
Asking the person in charge is indeed the most direct and simple way, but it doesn't work.
I've asked before.
The person in charge was unwilling to say anything and just asked them to wait patiently.
However, when the day lilies were all cold, there was still no hope of supplies.
"Forget it, let's just rely on our own efforts. The program team can't count on us."
Sang Ning got up and went to boil tung oil. This thing didn't require anyone to watch the heat, so she called Monenai and Feimoluoya to get the mucus juice.
The limestone continued to burn, and the three of them rolled up the stacked fern leaves into a stone with a hole in it, and began to smash it with wooden sticks.
The mucus juice is light green when it comes out. The leaves are obviously colorful and can come in any color, but what comes out is a uniform light green, which is quite magical.
After the juice dries up, it becomes transparent.
The wooden stick has completed the task of smashing the leaves several times in this period, so the top is covered with juice from the smash and then coated with pulp.
The wooden stick, which was originally quite rough, is now smooth and shiny. It feels very good to hold and does not irritate or slippery.
The three of them smashed and smashed, and soon, the first roll of leaves was smashed to pieces, and there was more juice in the cave.
Sang Ning quickly took out the broken leaves with a bamboo spoon. Monena brought the wooden basin with familiarity, and took the big wooden spoon that Sang Ning had cut out to pour the mucus juice into the basin.
After everything was finished, she took the basin to the fire and put it down. This kind of mucus juice would not solidify, but it would if she left the fire.
Sanning didn't know why. She had already turned to someone else. She didn't find it strange if she encountered any weird things in this strange world.
I won't even think about getting to the bottom of it.
As a human being, you should be clear-minded when you should be clear-minded, and be confused when you should be confused.
The original owner had never received an orthodox education, and all her knowledge was obtained from the open classes of Star Network. In her native world, she was either a top student or an ordinary person with an average IQ.
If we have to say what is the difference between her and ordinary people, it is probably that she took a different path from others and learned and inherited the intangible cultural heritage skills of her family.
Because of my elders, I got to know a lot of non-genetic people, and learned a lot of random things, but only to the point where I was not very good at it.
For Sang Ning, living well in this strange country is enough for her.
Otherwise, you really don’t need to know that much.
As the first basin of mucus appeared, the second basin, the third basin...and the sixth basin also appeared.
At this time, the tung oil is almost cooked.
She looked at it and saw that the pot was ready, so she poured out the tung oil in the pot and continued with the second pot.
Two pots of tung oil are enough.
Then tung oil, limestone and fern leaf mucus are mixed together in a certain proportion, and after stirring, a new adhesive appears.
"Here, these are enough for today."
She carried the adhesive into the large trough, signaled to Mu Tao and the others to get out of the way, and then poured the adhesive in the tub into the trough. Clyde immediately took a big wooden stick and began to stir the yellow mud inside and the previous
Sang Ning fished it out and was reluctant to waste the minced ferns that he poured into the yellow mud.