Transmigrated to a poverty-stricken primitive tribe, she immediately faced a situation where her family of five was on the verge of starving to death. Her biological father had his hand bitten off ...
“No.” Upon hearing this, the orc blacksmith put down his hammer. “We can’t do anything about it. If we hammer too much, it will break. The furnace isn’t hot enough. We need to find more things to heat it. We’re still a bit short on firewood.”
Upon hearing this, Haitang nodded. Firewood was a bit lacking, so Haitang thought of coal, but that wasn't something that could be found so easily.
Under these circumstances, Haitang couldn't help but feel somewhat helpless; she needed to find someone to help with her coal mining work.
In fact, Haitang felt that there were too many things to develop now, but unfortunately her skills were not good enough, so she could only explore little by little.
They've been exploring paper for who knows how many years, along with looms and ceramics, and now Haitang wants coal and skyscrapers. Suddenly, she feels she's being greedy.
Haitang left quickly while looking at the iron, and then went to check on the kiln. The kiln was now learning to draw things on it, which was something for art students, although the art students had only studied at this school for a few days.
As expected, the dye will be made from these flowers. Today, Haitang has been visiting various industries for the purpose of conducting research.
When Haitang returned, Dongfang Chen was already asleep. Haitang glanced at the children, covered them with blankets, and then went outside. Haitang then picked up a pen and began to write.
As Haitang looked at the records above, she realized that she had a lot of things she wanted to figure out, but for now, she could only achieve them by taking things slowly.
After closing the notebook, Haitang went straight to sleep, planning to talk to the Roc clan about the next business deal the next day.