Upon hearing that there was a sufficient stock of plant-specific nutrient solution, Uncle Dashan's face immediately broke into a bright smile.
"Is it with Lao Gu?"
"Uncle Qi."
Sang Ning laughed and said, "What, you want to go back and ask Uncle Qi for it now?"
"It's not that bad."
Da Shan could distinguish between what was important and what was urgent; the most pressing task was to finish harvesting the rice cakes.
"You all go about your business, don't bother me while I'm working."
He waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away a fly.
"Okay!"
Sang Ning responded and pulled Qin Heng away.
The two then enjoyed the scenery along the way.
After being away for more than a month, planet E72 has undergone a complete transformation.
An oasis that used to require traveling a great distance to stumble upon by chance is now easily found.
Desert orchards, grasslands, sandy cotton fields, flower fields, and more have brought vibrant colors to this world that was originally only yellow.
In addition, it brought soil.
With soil, water can naturally be stored.
However, the reservoir needs to be processed; otherwise, it will easily be lost due to the permeability of water.
But overall it's much better than before.
Even from a distance, Sang Ning and Qin Heng could smell the cumin aroma wafting in the wind.
"Speed up, they've all started eating."
Qin Heng swallowed hard, his eyes practically green with enticement from the irresistible aroma of the barbecue.
"add!"
Sang Ning was also craving it. Will was good at everything, but he was really bad at cooking.
There was supposed to be a chef robot, but it malfunctioned.
Qin Heng doesn't know how to fix it.
In addition, the starship's cold storage malfunctioned, and the stockpiled food spoiled and became inedible on the second day of the voyage.
Therefore, during the more than one-week flight, the two of them only had normal meals on the first day, and relied on intravenous nutrition for the rest of the days.
It's gotten to the point where my mouth is practically bland.
Now, the aroma of barbecue is irresistible to both Qin Heng and Sang Ning.
So, the flying board accelerated and, in a flash, teleported above Emmanuel and his group.
"Do you want it spicy?"
"Just a little bit."
The children all said in unison, and Emmanuel said "Oh," then sprinkled some chili powder on it. The little rascals stared intently at the golden-brown, sizzling meat skewers in his hands.
"Teacher, are you done?"
"Teacher, I'm hungry."
"Teacher, I'm starving!"
"Shameless! How old are you, still calling yourself a baby?"
When Dun Dun's baby was revealed, Zhuang Zhuang, Xiao Bai, and the other kids were not happy and started mocking him.
Dun Dun is also quite eloquent, holding his own against multiple opponents.
Zhuangzhuang, who couldn't argue with him, was an impatient person with a fiery temper, and he raised his hand to fight him.
"Zhuangzhuang, what are you doing?"
Sang Ning, who had originally wanted to see when Emmanuel and his men would discover them, couldn't hold back when he saw Zhuang Zhuang about to make a move.
She jumped off the flyboard and strode over to Zhuangzhuang, who was dumbfounded and looked like he never expected his sister Ningning to fall from the sky. She said seriously, "If you can't win an argument, you resort to violence. Where did you learn this bad habit?"
"The purpose of practicing martial arts and physical training is to help you improve your physical fitness and have a healthy body, not to use it for violence and aggression."
"Reading and writing will help you understand right from wrong and make you able to solve problems with your own brains, rather than with force."
"Tell me yourself, was it right for you to do it?"
"wrong."
Zhuangzhuang said firmly, his face full of shame, "I'm sorry, Sister Ningning, I was wrong, I won't do it again next time."
"No, you'll do it again next time."
Elliott showed no mercy to the student, quickly undermining him: "You were punished yesterday for fighting with a rock, and you got a beating from your dad's iron palm when you got home. And today you knowingly broke the rules again."
"And the day before yesterday, and the day before that..."
Taking a deep breath, Elliott frowned and said helplessly, "You knowingly did it, so I don't even want to talk about it anymore."
As he spoke, he glanced maliciously at the spot where the little brat had been hit by the Iron Palm, and said mockingly, "I reckon your dad definitely didn't hit you hard this time."
"No, it's just that my skin has gotten thicker."
The little brat argued confidently, "Because my skin is thick, it doesn't hurt as much as before."
At this point, he said with a puzzled look, "But teacher, yesterday was indeed a bit strange. After my dad beat me, he said he was going to get a tool. This morning when I went to school, I found that my dad had gone out and brought back a bunch of brambles."
"I don't understand why any tool would require brambles."
"A tool for ripping people off."
Sang Ning cast a pitying look at him. "Zhuangzhuang, you'd better watch your step from now on. If you get into another fight, your dad will whip you with a thorny branch."
"What? Zhuangzhuang is going to get a beating from Brother Feng?"
Yao Yao, carrying a basket of cleaned sand cotton leaves, stared in surprise. Sang Ning nodded, "I guess there's a tendency for that, otherwise there's no need to go to such lengths to get brambles."
It's not like I'm too free.
You have to understand that the indigenous people nowadays wish they could be two people at once, and there's work to be done everywhere. If they weren't willing, they really wouldn't bother to spend the time and effort to bring back brambles.
Yao Yao sighed, patted Zhuangzhuang's round head, and said earnestly, "Kid, listen to your sister Ning, behave yourself and don't cause any more trouble, or you'll get a spanking."
Zhuangzhuang's eyes darted around. Instead of being scared, he asked curiously, "Does it hurt a lot when someone is whipped with a thorny branch?"
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