Sang Ning was delighted to hear this, "You really found it?"

【We did find it, but we don't know if it meets your requirements. You'll know once you've eaten and gone to check. We wouldn't lie about something like this.】

That makes sense.

Sang Ning hummed in agreement, "I'll go check after I finish eating."

Two hours later, after visiting two different locations based on directions from the audience, Sang Ning finalized the location for salt production.

It's not a beach, but a patch of volcanic rock by the sea.

This volcanic rock face faces the sea, and each piece of volcanic rock, after being slightly polished, becomes a salt pan shaped like an inkstone.

After circling the volcanic rock area, Sang Ning smiled with relief.

The audience was amused.

Can salt be produced from this volcanic rock?

Looking at Ningning's relaxed smile, she'll definitely succeed.

Does this mean that Ningning and the others won't lack salt before they're eliminated?

"Not so fast."

Sang Ning sighed, "The traditional method of salt production is not an easy task; on the contrary, it is a huge undertaking."

"Seawater soaks the land, and then salt is extracted from the soil to make brine. Only then can the brine be poured into salt pans on volcanic rocks. Water must be poured into the salt pans continuously, at least ten times a day. After the water evaporates under the scorching sun, what remains is salt."

Salt produced by sun-drying volcanic rocks using traditional methods is characterized by its snow-white color, cotton-like texture, and consistently pure saltiness.

However, that's not the main point. The main point is that the salt produced in this way is edible without further processing. It is considered "old salt" and also has the effects of clearing heat, reducing inflammation, disinfecting, and dispersing blood stasis.

In the native world of Sannin, there is a place with a long history of using ancient methods of salt production from volcanic rock. This salt field is a recognized intangible cultural heritage.

She had visited the site and learned how to produce salt from the local salt workers. Compared to the beach salt production method, producing salt from volcanic rocks is easier, and the produced salt does not require secondary processing and can be directly used as edible salt. The quality of the salt is also quite good.

It's time-consuming and labor-intensive.

“It would take several months to complete all these procedures.”

At this point, she laughed and said, "Fortunately, we still have salt. If we eat it sparingly, we can probably last until the first batch of salt comes out."

The audience couldn't wait and wished she would start showing off right now.

【I've done the math, and today's a good day for salt drying. Ningning, why don't you get started right away? The sooner the better.】

Let's get started. We can offer our verbal support.

[The production team is inhumane. If they were willing to tell us which planet the survival show is on, we could have rushed over there to help them dry salt.]

[The person upstairs said what I was thinking. Ningning, why don't you ask the production team to tell us the location, and we'll go help you dry the salt?]

The comments continued, but Manager Luo felt that something was off about this group of viewers; they were dreaming too much.

He held back for a long time, but finally couldn't help but reply—

Stop dreaming, give up. The production team won't tell you the location. Survival on a desert planet tests the contestants' survival skills; they're not allowed to hire outside help.

When the person in charge appeared, the audience told him to leave, saying they didn't want to see him.

Manager Luo scoffed. Dream on. They want him to leave? His job is to coordinate with Sang Ning at crucial moments. They'll only let him go if the production team fires him.

But that's obviously unrealistic.

So he directly argued with the audience.

Sang Ning ignored them and, having found a suitable spot for drying salt, happily headed back.

It was already quite late. She had come down the mountain before six o'clock, and it was now past three. By the time she got back from here, it would be around seven o'clock in the evening.

Fortunately, it's not too late.

Sang Ning happily walked back with her basket on her back. Meanwhile, Mu Tao and the others, who were still diligently building their house, received the good news from the audience that Sang Ning had found a suitable place to dry salt. The group was overjoyed.

Luo Tianya asked in disbelief, "Ningning really found a suitable place to dry salt?"

[Seriously, her viewers were a huge help; a large group of them were frantically searching through different live streams for a suitable spot, so it's not surprising that they found it.]

It's not surprising, but the scale of this project is enormous.

After all, each player is in a different position, some near and some far.

To find suitable salt-producing sites based on the surrounding terrain of the contestants' locations, it is necessary to connect all the contestants' locations. In other words, it is necessary to construct a holographic map of the characteristics of the planet's internal environment based on the holographic framework system.

Then, the distance between each location and Sang Ning's location is estimated based on the hologram.

Finally, based on the principle of choosing the nearest location over the far one, the most suitable and closest location was selected for Sang Ning to see.

To complete this workload, one person can't do it alone; everyone needs to work together. If there's even the slightest mistake, the hologram can't be constructed.

Sang Ning's audience undoubtedly loves her.

Having figured this out, Fimmonloa couldn't help but sigh, "Ningning's audience is so kind to her."

As she spoke, she asked her audience, "When will you all treat me this well?"

[I think you're just asking for trouble. What can you do? You can't do anything and you expect us to be completely devoted to you? Give me a break! The fact that we haven't left you is the last bit of love we can give you.]

Philoia said, "You're going too far. I know a lot of things, and at least when it comes to eating speed, I'm number one, you can't argue with that, right?"

Her audience was disgusted by her voice and flooded the screen with comments criticizing it as nothing to be proud of.

Fimmonloa didn't care; she was confident that her fast eating was an advantage, and that the audience should love her wholeheartedly because of this advantage.

She has an incredibly thick skin, so thick that her audience can't stand her and has stopped paying attention to her.

Mu Tao's focus was different from others. He asked, "Will Ningning be able to come back in time to cook dinner?"

When the question was raised, everyone fell silent.

After a while, Mo Nainai entered Sang Ning's live stream and checked her current location. Then, looking dejected, she said, "She can't make it back in time. By the time she gets back, it will be dark. We'll have to fend for ourselves."

Everyone looked at Luo Tianya, who scoffed at their gazes, "What, you think my cooking is bad? Then you can cook it yourselves."

"It's not like I absolutely have to do it."

Mu Tao cleared her throat. "How about I do it?"

"Don't!"

The crowd was terrified and refused. If Da Yazi's cooking was unpalatable, then Da Taozi's cooking was poisonous. Even a simple stir-fried leafy green dish made them feel dizzy. They were afraid that if they were to let him cook, they would die.

"I'll do it."

Louis really didn't want to put his stomach through the wringer. He said pitifully, "I still need to keep my life to be a tool for Sang Ning. I have to live until I've fulfilled my mission as a tool."

Who isn't?

Everyone wanted to live and didn't want to be poisoned by the giant peach, so Emmanuel volunteered, "Then I'll help you."

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