While Sang Ning and his companions enjoyed ribbonfish sashimi at sea, watching Louis and his audience banter and laugh heartily, Fang Jingxiu diligently picked cotton under the scorching sun.
"This thing is a bit prickly."
He picked the fruit while talking to the audience.
Fang Jingxiu's audience is also a bunch of oddballs. Aside from caring about him and worrying about him when he is in danger, they are infuriating people the rest of the time.
The audience laughed upon hearing his words.
It's not that the cotton is prickly, it's that you're too useless. Look at your delicate skin, to paraphrase Sang Ning, you're good for nothing but eating.
[Not only that, he also has the strength of a chicken, in short, he's utterly useless.]
[Let's put aside the question of whether it's wasteful or not. I just have one question for Xiuxiu: since you don't even have a basket, where are you planning to put all this cotton you picked? On the ground?]
Fang Jingxiu: "...Holy crap, I actually forgot about something so important."
"Wait a moment, I'll have Sang Ning teach me how to weave big baskets, so you can see if I'm really a complete waste."
Before he could finish speaking, he contacted Sang Ning, and the first thing he said was—
"Sang Ning, how do you weave a basket again?"
Sanning, "!!!"
She can't answer that question right now.
“I’m at sea, and I don’t have any rattan, so I can’t teach you. Why don’t you go find Nana and the others? They can do it too.”
Louis chimed in, "Actually, you don't need to look for Nana and the others. Didn't you learn how to weave baskets? Just make a larger version of the basket using the same method."
Fang Jingxiu felt it wasn't going to work, so he picked up the basket he had woven and said, "This is the kind of basket I wove, but I don't know why it falls apart so easily."
Sang Ning and the others stared at the shapeless object in his hand, which looked more like a pile of rotten vines than a basket, and fell silent.
If the finished product looks like this, it's better not to weave it at all.
Because it's pointless to make it up.
"Is there any way to save him?"
Emmanuel looked at Sang Ning, and Fang Jingxiu's eyes lit up as she said, "Sang Ning, I think I can still be saved."
Sang Ning stared at the tattered basket in his hand for a long time, then gritted her teeth and said, "I'll try to save it."
"Don't bother looking for rattan. Just take this tattered raw material you have, disassemble it, reassemble it, and weave it for me so I can see where the problem is."
"good!"
Fang Jingxiu responded and plopped down on the ground to get to work.
No matter what it is, it's always difficult to make but easy to disassemble.
Houses are like this, clothes are like this, straw sandals are like this, and even woven products are the same.
Therefore, in less than ten minutes, Fang Jingxiu had dismantled the tattered basket and harvested a considerable amount of vines.
However, this amount of rattan is definitely not enough to weave a basket of the same size as before, because some of the rattan has broken and cannot be used. It is too short even for edging.
It's too fragmented.
However, it's still possible to weave a small basket using these rattans.
So, what followed was Fang Jingxiu sitting there earnestly weaving baskets with rattan, while Sang Ning watched attentively, offering serious advice and pointing out where he was wrong, explaining that it wasn't done that way.
One taught diligently, and the other learned diligently.
Fang Jingxiu is very quick to learn and has excellent practical skills. With someone to teach him and his willingness to learn diligently, he picks things up very quickly.
Meanwhile, in the Northern Hemisphere, more than 7,000 kilometers away from Fang Jingxiu and more than 8,000 nautical miles away from Sang Ning and the others, contestant number 3769, Abraham, and his team were learning how to weave from Fang Jingxiu and Sang Ning.
"Wrong, wrong, it needs to be folded here."
Seeing Abraham take a new vine and bend it upwards, Tatari quickly reminded him, "You can't do it like that, it will break."
Abraham, whose large, thick fingers were carefully holding the rattan cane, froze upon hearing the sound and asked, "Wrong?"
"Yes."
Tataly and the others nodded, and Abraham said, "Oh, then I'll fold it."
Before he could finish speaking, a snapping sound rang out, and the vine he had tried to break not only failed but snapped completely.
The force was too great; the core of the vine shattered, leaving only the outer layer of vine skin connecting it. Even the vine skin broke, and dark green sap flowed out.
"It's broken."
Sweat beaded on Abraham's forehead. To be honest, this job wasn't suitable for him.
It's too meticulous; he'd rather go to the Zerg's lair to kill Zerg than do this.
He said with a distressed look, "I feel like I can't do this job; I can't control my strength precisely."
As he spoke, he looked at Tatari and the others and suggested, "Why don't you give it a try?"
All eyes turned to Tatali, and He Boxin bluntly said, "Tatali, you come here. You're a girl, your hands are smaller, and you're more patient."
Tataly said bitterly, "I know I'm a girl, but my strength is no less than yours."
"Furthermore, have you forgotten my identity? I am a combat expert. I have learned how to unleash my strongest combat power and personal strength, not how to restrain my combat power and personal strength."
Upon hearing this, He Boxin and the others remembered that Tatari was the only female super-strong person to be awarded one of the top ten combatants in the Moykaz universe, and ranked fifth.
To expect a woman with overall abilities surpassing even Abraham to engage in knitting? Sorry, they were just being delusional.
"I...I'll give it a try!"
Isaiah volunteered, and Abraham hurriedly handed him the things, saying, "Here, you try it quickly."
"good!"
Isaiah, brimming with confidence, boasted, "I can definitely do it."
The more boastful someone is, the more they will be slapped in the face.
The reason is simple: Isaiah, who is not known until the crucial moment, is actually a clumsy player.
How disabled is it?
So disabled that he could, in a way that surprised everyone, shatter the vines into pieces so badly that they couldn't be pieced back together.
The world fell silent.
Everyone stared at the vines and mangled corpses scattered on the ground and fell silent.
The audience members were dumbfounded.
They couldn't understand why Abraham and his companions were so incompetent, even though it wasn't a difficult task.
And every time they do something wrong, they come up with a new way, refreshing their worldview and eyes in a way that they can't believe.
Forget it, stop messing around, really stop messing around. I feel sorry for those vines!
It's quite pitiful. At least the vines that Sang Ning and the others used, although they took the vines' lives, allowed them to fulfill their function as vines in the last moments of their lives.
As for Isaiah and the others' vines... well, let's not even mention them!
[So pitiful, so incredibly pitiful! Please, I beg you, give up! Please stop torturing them with the cane.]
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