Sang Ning laughed, "Is it strange that I see comments on the screen?"
It's quite strange, considering you don't usually pay much attention to these things, and you don't usually give tips or anything like that.
Sang Ning said "Oh," and then added, "I saw it today, so can someone explain to me what exactly this mushroom incident is all about?"
The manners of gossipers have remained largely the same throughout history. To be a qualified gossiper, one must not only enjoy the gossip carefully, but also spread the word about how delicious it is.
In other words, they enjoy watching the drama unfold.
The viewers in the live stream were all qualified bystanders, and through their barrage of comments, Sang Ning learned the ins and outs of the mushroom incident.
After she had completely finished eating the melon, her expression was rather complicated as she asked, "So, why did you eat it knowing it was poisonous?"
[I did it for thrills. My husband always tells me that true warriors face the harsh realities of life, including experiencing what it's like to be poisoned.]
The audience member's answer left Sang Ning speechless.
Before she could say anything, the next viewer's comment appeared.
[I wasn't looking for trouble; I was simply an innocent victim. My sister picked a bunch of mushrooms, carefully cooked them, but then dared not eat them herself, so she made me test for poison. She then took me to a medical center, where I became one of the many people suffering from mushroom poisoning.]
This viewer is the one who's truly pitiful.
I thought this person was already miserable enough, but the comments from the audience showed that there was no limit to how miserable they were.
Sang Ning was completely speechless at this point.
She realized that this world had highly advanced medical care, and most of the intelligent races had their genes optimized. They were also injected with various types of antidotes from a young age, which made them develop antibodies. Toxins that were terrifying in her original world could be dealt with in this world with a single dose of comprehensive antidote.
In other words, no one will die.
Therefore, being poisoned is similar to catching a cold in her original world.
Sang Ning, who sympathized with these people and felt sorry for them, deeply felt that she was unworthy of their pity.
She sighed and said gently, "As long as you're happy."
But you don't seem very happy.
"That's true to some extent."
Sang Ning looked away and continued burning her limestone. "I want a set of clothes, but the clothes seem a long way off."
Then, she added humorously, "If I ever wear a grass skirt and green leaf dress in the future, remember not to look at me!"
No, no, the production team will provide supplies.
[It's probably close to the release time, but whether you can get one is uncertain; you're too weak.]
Sanning, "···"
Compared to the elite humans of this era, she might not be up to par.
But it wasn't ridiculously weak either.
But that's not the point. The point is—
"Should we deploy supplies?"
Before the audience could answer, Philoia leaned over with a look of surprise and asked, "Where are the supplies being distributed? What kind of supplies are being distributed? When are they being distributed?"
The three questions left Sang Ning and the audience bewildered.
Sang Ning: "...I don't know. It was the audience who said there were supplies being distributed. Why don't you ask the audience?"
audience,"!!!"
Please don't ask us; we couldn't possibly know the answer to this.
Yes, the production team's procedures are confidential. They only announced that supplies would be distributed, but they didn't say when, what supplies, or where. Asking us is pointless.
[I have a suggestion for you: ask your respective supervisors. If they are willing to tell you, great; otherwise, great.]
Asking the person in charge is indeed the most direct and simple approach, but it's a no-go.
I already asked that.
The person in charge was unwilling to say, and simply told them to wait patiently.
However, by the time things had gotten too cold, there was still no hope of receiving any supplies.
"Forget it, let's just do it ourselves. We can't count on the production team."
Sang Ning got up to boil tung oil. This stuff doesn't require anyone to watch the heat, so she called Mo Nainai and Fei Mengluoya to make the slime.
The limestone continued to burn, and the three of them rolled up the stacked fern leaves together and put them into a stone with a hole cut in it, then began to smash them with sticks.
The sap is light green when it first comes out. Although the leaves are colorful, with all sorts of colors, the sap that comes out is a uniform light green, which is quite amazing.
The juice turned transparent after it dried.
The stick had already completed the task of smashing leaves several times in this period of time, so it was covered with the sap that had been smashed out, and then coated with a paste.
The wooden stick, which was originally quite rough, is now smooth and shiny, and feels very nice to hold; it's not prickly or slippery.
The three of them smashed it with all their might, and soon the first scroll of leaves was smashed to pieces, and more juice appeared in the cave.
Sang Ning deftly scooped out the broken leaves with a bamboo scoop, while Monet, familiar with the process, brought over a wooden basin and used the large wooden spoon that Sang Ning had carved to scoop out the sap and pour it into the basin.
After she finished, she took the basin to the fire and put it down. This viscous liquid did not solidify, but it would solidify after leaving the fire.
Sang Ning didn't understand the underlying principles; she had already projected them onto other people. She wasn't surprised by any bizarre things she encountered in this unfamiliar world.
They wouldn't even think of getting to the bottom of it.
As a person, you should be clear-headed when you need to be, and you should be muddle-headed when you need to be.
The original owner had never received a formal education; all her knowledge came from online courses on the StarNet. In her original world, she wasn't a top student; she was just an ordinary person with average intelligence.
If you had to pinpoint what sets her apart from ordinary people, it would probably be that she took a different path, learning and inheriting her family's intangible cultural heritage techniques.
Because of my elders, I met a bunch of people who are not inheritors of the traditional culture, and learned a lot of random things, but I only know them but haven't mastered them.
For Sang Ning, simply living well in this unfamiliar country was enough.
There's really no need to know that much else.
As the first pot of slime appeared, the second, the third... and the sixth pot also appeared.
By this time, the tung oil had been almost fully rendered.
She checked it and saw that it was ready to be taken out of the pot, so she poured out the tung oil and continued with the second batch.
Two pots of tung oil are enough.
Then, tung oil, limestone, and the mucus from fern leaves are mixed together in a certain proportion and stirred to create a new type of adhesive.
"Here, this is enough for today."
She carried the adhesive into the large trough, signaling Mu Tao and the others to move aside. Then she poured the adhesive from the wooden basin into the trough. Clyde immediately took a large wooden stick and began stirring the yellow mud and the fern fragments that Sang Ning had scooped out earlier and couldn't bear to waste, which he had poured into the yellow mud.
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