Then she put on layers of protective gear: a mask, goggles, a hat...

After preparing everything, she left the underground safe house and embarked on a journey to find cacti that could store water.

However, not all cacti can store water.

Because there are many types of cacti, Jiang An did not know which of them had the ability to store water.

She could only rely on her experience and judgment to find cacti that might contain moisture.

While Jiang An was out searching for cacti, the little mouse, after a period of learning, finally mastered the crafting techniques and could independently complete some simple operations.

The tortoise and the mouse worked together seamlessly at the workbench to make face masks.

If Jiang An were here, he would be very happy.

Soon, Jiang An arrived at her first destination.

Before my eyes, several cacti are growing tenaciously amidst the endless yellow sand, like guardians of the desert.

Jiang An carefully observed the cacti; they were all different shapes and sizes.

Some are tall and straight, some are short and round, and some are twisted and strange, as if each cactus has its own unique personality.

But Jiang An did not rush forward. In this unfamiliar desert, anything could hide danger.

She began to test whether the cacti were aggressive.

After all, with her limited knowledge, she couldn't accurately identify the specific functions of these cacti.

After some probing, Jiang An was pleasantly surprised to find that these cacti were not aggressive at all!

She was secretly delighted and stepped forward without hesitation.

Gently reaching out, Jiang An touched the surface of the cactus, feeling its texture.

One of the cacti caught her attention; it looked fuller and had a smoother skin than the others.

Jiang An decided to test the cactus first. She took out a small knife and carefully made a tiny cut on the surface of the cactus.

Jiang An did this because she learned from a regional channel: lightly scratch the surface of the cactus, but such minor injuries will not have a significant impact on them.

However, in this way, Jiang An can quickly determine whether there is enough water inside the cactus.

More importantly, these small wounds heal on their own over time, and the cactus can store water again.

In this way, the cactus can be reused repeatedly, becoming a reliable source of water.

To Jiang An's disappointment, the cactus did not produce as much sap as she had hoped.

It was obvious that it didn't have enough moisture inside. Jiang An frowned, a sense of worry rising in his heart.

But she did not lose heart. Instead, she quickly turned her attention to the unusually small cactus next to her and made another cut.

But this time, the result was still unsatisfactory, with only a small amount of juice flowing out of the cactus.

Jiang An frowned even more deeply, realizing that these cacti might be severely dehydrated and unable to provide enough water.

However, she did not give up hope and continued to search for other possible water sources.

After much effort and experimentation, Jiang An finally discovered a cactus among the cacti that contained abundant moisture.

As she gently sliced ​​it open, the emerald green sap inside the cactus gushed out like a fountain, splashing onto the ground.

A joyful smile spread across Jiang An's face; she knew she had found it.

Jiang An hurriedly took out a large wooden basin from his storage ring, wanting to catch the precious juice.

Unfortunately, because the juice inside the cactus was gushing out too quickly, her movements seemed a bit slow.

Much of the juice couldn't be caught in time and flowed into the arid desert, disappearing in the blink of an eye, leaving only the dry sand behind.

Jiang An was extremely anxious. She could only watch helplessly as large amounts of green leaf juice were lost.

She secretly regretted that she hadn't acted quickly enough and hadn't prepared in time.

As the liquid in the wooden basin gradually increased, Jiang An's mood lightened.

She picked up the wooden basin, feeling its heavy weight, and felt a sense of accomplishment.