Before setting off, she did indeed want to see the crater.

Perhaps my thoughts were read by the system, which is why I appeared here.

Nanzhi did not press the matter further.

The lava that erupted from the crater has solidified, but it is still hot, so you can't get close.

All the trees on the mountain turned to ashes.

Everything around will turn gray and desolate, and the village at the foot of the mountain will become a ruin.

For the first time, Namgyal witnessed firsthand the devastation caused by natural disasters.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was world-destroying.

Therefore, humanity should always respect nature.

Thick smoke was still billowing from the crater, causing Nam Chi to cough a few times.

She stepped on the cherries and moved against the wind.

"Cherry, can I take this volcanic mud with me?"

Cherry breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her owner had forgotten about the shuttle incident.

They were afraid their owner would ask them something.

“Of course, Master can even move the crater into the space,” Cherry said with a smile.

Nan Zhi waved her hand, saying that she dared not put something as violent and destructive as a volcano into her spatial storage.

However, the volcanic mud from the volcano is a valuable resource.

In modern times, there are all kinds of volcanic mud films available, which are snapped up by both wealthy women and young girls.

Once she settles down, I'll definitely study this carefully.

This is a very profitable business.

Nanzhi bought a shovel and bucket for scooping volcanic mud from the system's store.

Wearing protective clothing, we approached the still-warm lava at the crater.

They didn't stop until they had filled three large buckets.

Once everything is settled, close your eyes and disappear into the crater.

Inside the underground granary, a group of people waited anxiously.

Grandma Nan would glance towards the door from time to time.

Seeing a figure appear at the door, she stood up excitedly.

Before she could get there, a figure was faster than her, flashing past like the wind.

"Zhizhi, are you alright?" Song Hanyan looked Nanzhi up and down.

The worry in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Seeing how surprised Grandma Nan was, Qian Lanfang couldn't help but tease her, "Look, someone else is concerned about her, why are you so worried, Mother?"

The women nearby couldn't help but cover their mouths and giggle when they heard this.

Based on Nanzhi's observation, their group is now ready to depart.

Nanzhi relayed the news to several village chiefs.

Everyone quickly packed their things and prepared to move on.

Zheng Xinghai led his men at the front, while Nanzhi's carriage and his uncle's carriage walked side by side in the middle of the procession.

The whole way was dusty.

The group of people watching felt a chill run down their spines.

If it weren't for Nan Yatou, they might have turned to ashes by now.

The smoke and dust in the air have not yet dissipated. Staying in such an environment for a long time and inhaling dust is harmful to the lungs.

Nanzhi wanted to buy some masks from the mall, but she wasn't the only one there.

Moreover, the materials used in the masks are something that doesn't exist in this era.

Nanzhi dared not easily take it out.

She took the cloth from the carriage, stuffed cotton in the middle of it, and sewed it closed.

Grandma Nan stared curiously at what she was making. "Girl, what is this?"

Two straps, a piece of cloth in the middle, what can it do?

Nanqun's carriage was bumpy, and the paving wasn't as thick as hers.

Nan Zhi then let Old Lady Nan get into her carriage.

"Grandma, this thing is called a face mask."

Grandma Nan thought for a moment and realized she had never heard of it. Could it be something from Shixing in the capital?

Seeing her confusion, Nanzhi put on the sewn mask, leaving only her eyes exposed.

Then he picked up another one and put it on Old Lady Nan.

"What's the point of carrying this thing around?"

The fabric was smooth and filled with cotton, making it extremely soft. Nanlai was afraid of scratching his hands.

Wu Nanshuang explained, "Grandma, wealthy families in the city often use face towels, and this is equivalent to what the young ladies of wealthy families use."

Nan Zhi did not refute this, saying that in ancient times, farmers rarely used this kind of thing.

Upon hearing this, Old Lady Nan, a genuine old farmer, quickly untied the cloth and put it back in Nan Zhi's hands.

"Such a precious item, put it away quickly."

Nanzhi smiled and said, "Grandma, I made this. There's a lot of dust in the air outside right now. Wearing this will keep you healthy and prevent you from getting sick."

Seeing her hesitation, Nanzhi explained.

“These are scraps left over from making clothes, so Grandma can wear them without worry.”

Grandma Nan then accepted it.

Nanzhi wasn't very good at needlework, so she made two and handed them over to Wu Nanshuang, leaving the rest for herself.

By evening, Wu Nanshuang had already prepared masks for everyone.

The team stopped to rest, and Wei Guo and Wei Min went to collect firewood.

Nanzhi and Wunanshuang scooped out the rice and prepared the meal.

Song Hanyan was in charge of tending the fire.

Three logs were propped up, with ropes tied to the top.

Then they hung the earthenware pot for cooking up a fire on the ground.

A simple fire pit for cooking was set up on the ground.

Wu Nanshuang placed the earthenware pot on top, poured in water, and added rice in one smooth motion.

Grandma Nan then took out her pickled vegetables.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Nanzhi took out a sausage from her spatial storage, sliced ​​it, and placed it on a plate.

Half an hour later, a simple meal was ready.

Compared to others, their meal was quite plentiful.

A bowl of thick white porridge, some flatbread, a side of pickled vegetables, and a sausage—it's incredibly satisfying.

The villagers live very close together, so they can naturally see each other's meals.

The Wu family's cooking area happened to be not far from Nanzhi.

Seeing the sausages displayed by the Nan family, and then looking at my own bland and watery wild vegetable porridge...

Wu Yingqiu was even more furious.

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