This is a question that no intelligent race other than the E72 planet can answer, unless it is answered by the native inhabitants of E72.
However, the environment on planet E72 is so harsh that the network is just as bad.
Therefore, there were no people from planet E72 in the live stream.
Sang Ning is the only one, but as a contestant, she can't be watching the live stream all the time to find out the answer unless she's willing to explain it to the viewers after seeing the comments.
If she doesn't want to, she'll ignore the comments instead of replying.
"How about giving Wen Sangning a tip?"
"...It seems like that's a possibility."
"That's certainly possible, but the question is, who will give tips? And who will be willing to give tips?"
"I do."
With the thought that "I've already spent most of my money, so what's a little more?" in mind, Starlight quickly rewarded Sang Ning with a starship.
Hearing the system announcement and the special effects that floated in front of her, Sang Ning remained silent for two seconds before thanking them, "Thank you for the generous donation, Starry Night. You've gone to so much trouble."
"No."
Starlight chuckled and sent out a string of comments: "Dad, Bu Sangning, I wanted to ask why you don't want to move out of your planet when the environment is so harsh?"
This problem has truly stumped Sang Ning.
How could she know why the people on planet E72 didn't move out? That's not something a nobody like her could possibly know.
"I have no idea."
She stated bluntly, "I am just an ordinary citizen of planet E72. Why I am not relocated is not a question for me; it should be asked of the governors."
The governor, who had finally managed to log in and enter the live stream, overheard Sang Ning's words and immediately felt so bitter he wanted to cry.
Is it because he doesn't want to move?
There's nowhere to move to; the higher-ups don't care about them at all. He can't even get a government grant to buy a starship. For such a massive undertaking as relocating hundreds of millions of people from E72, if the higher-ups don't support it, what chance does someone like him—without money, without a spaceship, and without a place to settle—have? Are they just going to be homeless and adrift in the vast universe, eventually ending up as space pirates?
This is something we can't do. If we do it, our ancestors in the afterlife will jump out of the sand and beat us to a pulp.
The governor, who had originally intended to come online to inform Sang Ning that the donation notification had been received, was stunned before he could even deliver the good news, and then, with a thud, was kicked out of the StarNet.
“操凸(艹皿艹)”
Caught off guard by the sudden blackout, the governor cursed angrily, stood up aggressively, and stormed out, only to bump into the secretary-general.
"Secretary-General, come here..."
"Sir, something terrible has happened! Old Man Mu has just detected that Mona has returned."
Before he could finish speaking, Secretary-General Yao Qingqing interrupted him impatiently, making the governor even more irritable. "Damn it, wasn't it supposed to have disappeared? Why is it back?"
With that, he said menacingly, "You go to the public broadcasting station immediately and hide in the sand shelter. You are not allowed to come out until you receive a notification."
Before he finished speaking, he hurriedly walked out.
The Secretary-General called out, "Sir, remember to wear protective clothing and be careful not to get bitten by sandworms again."
The consul stumbled, steadied himself, paused for two seconds, and roared, "I know, enough with the nagging."
Damn sandstorms, this is never going to end.
I'm so annoyed.
As soon as they stepped out of the sand control cave, the yellow sand that hit them blinded them. The official, familiar with the routine, took out a pair of closed-back goggles from his pocket, put them on, and then walked towards the sand control cave a hundred meters away, braving the swirling sand.
Almost as soon as he set off, a piercing alarm blared through the sky. Residents who were scattered outside picking thorny vines and searching for sandworm larvae heard the alarm and, young and old alike, packed up their belongings and ran to the nearest sand shelter.
The young and middle-aged people, regardless of gender, wearing goggles, all went against the grain and did not enter the sand shelter, but instead ran quickly in different directions.
Soon, these scattered figures disappeared into the vast expanse of yellow sand.
The young child, his face sunburned, nestled in the old man's arms and asked in a childish voice, "Grandpa Laogen, where did my brother and the others go?"
"They went to combat desertification."
Lao Gen isn't actually old. In a world where the average life expectancy is at least 180 years, Lao Gen is not even 60 years old and is in his prime.
But the situation on planet E72 is different; the environment there is far too harsh.
When people don't eat, sleep, or dress well, they often look much older than their actual age.
Old Gen was like this, the governor was like this, and even the original owner was like this.
However, the original owner was young and had a fast recovery ability, so her current situation is many times better than when she first left planet E72.
When the production crew came to pick up the person, they even doubted that they had picked up the wrong person.
The original owner's appearance was so different from his actual age that it created a stark contrast.
The journey from planet E72 to the location indicated by the production team took a month. The original owner, who had spent a month on the spaceship, had recovered a lot thanks to good food, drink, and sleep, and then her skin condition improved to match that of Sang Ning.
Even so, compared to the two women, Monaine and Fimé, Sang Ning's skin condition was still worse, and her hair quality was also worse.
This cannot be changed overnight; it takes time to nurture.
Since she didn't have the means to take care of her skin, Sang Ning didn't pay much attention to her appearance. At that moment, she was busy feeding herself and Mu Tao.
Mu Tao rose to prominence, catching a whole bunch of squid. The squid weren't very big, and after cooking, they were just the right size for one bite each.
Fresh squid only needs to be briefly boiled in water to cook; it requires very little skill.
Making dipping sauce requires some skill, especially when the ingredients are not all available; it can be quite difficult to make a delicious dipping sauce.
Fortunately, Sang Ning knew how to use local materials.
Slices of wild ginger dug from the mountains and forests can be used as cooking wine with a green fruit juice that has a wine-like aroma to remove the fishy smell.
Next, add chopped wild chili peppers, chopped wild scallions, and other ingredients, stir well, pour over the original broth, and a bowl of mildly spicy sauce is ready.
"The squid is ready to eat. Eat it while it's hot, or it will get tough if you cook it any longer."
Sang Ning used a spoon made of memory metal to take the squid out of the pot and distribute it to everyone's bamboo bowls. The freshly cooked squid had a light pink color, and the steam wafted out with a faint fishy smell.
"It smells a bit unpleasant."
Monet looked at the squid in the bowl with some disgust, "Are you sure this is edible?"
"able!"
Sang Ning demonstrated by using serving chopsticks to pick up the squid, rolling it around in the sauce bowl, and then putting the squid into her mouth.
The saltiness of the salt, the slight sourness and fragrance of the lemon, and the spiciness of the wild chili peppers perfectly mask the remaining fishy smell of the squid, leaving only a fresh, crisp, and appetizing taste with every bite.
It was surprisingly delicious.
After finishing a squid, Sang Ning raised an eyebrow at the crowd staring at her expectantly. "It tastes good, crisp, tender, and delicious. Do you want some? If not, I'll eat it."
"eat!"
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