These two wretched sons are worse than a heartless, tattered little cotton-padded jacket.
Mo Kaixiao wanted to give his two troublesome sons a good beating, but his wife was glaring at him menacingly.
Helpless, I could only keep a record of the accounts and settle the score with my two troublesome sons after the punishment was over.
Two hours later, bloodcurdling screams echoed from the Mo family's gravity chamber.
The still vigorous Mr. Mo single-handedly disciplined his two troublesome sons, leaving them unrecognizable. Ms. Mo listened to her sons' screams and looked at their bruised and swollen faces, which she could hardly recognize, and silently drank a sip of tea to calm her nerves.
Monet knew nothing about the affair between her father and brother.
At this moment, she and Sang Ning were fetching water by the stream, bringing bamboo tubes and wooden buckets with them.
The water in the wooden bucket has been filled, and now the two are squatting by the stream, filling the bamboo tube with water.
As she continued filling the container, she said to Sang Ning with some impatience, "It's too much trouble to fetch water like this every day."
"It's troublesome."
Sang Ning agreed readily, and Mo Nainai's eyes lit up immediately. "Ningning," she said enthusiastically, "what do you think about us diverting the water back?"
"It's good, but water flows downhill."
Sang Ning sighed, "The terrain is not suitable. Unless we have a water pump, there is no way to divert the water flowing downhill to the top of the mountain."
This is indeed a problem.
Mo Nai Nai frowned, just about to suggest that Sang Ning make a larger wooden barrel, when she suddenly remembered a record she had read in an ancient book, and her eyes lit up.
"Ningning, we can build a windmill to draw water."
"windmill?"
Sang Ning stopped what she was doing, and Mo Nai Nai nodded. "I remember there's a custom in human history of using windmills to irrigate fields. What do you think about us building a windmill?"
Sanning, "···"
The idea is good, but its feasibility is zero.
"It won't work."
"Why isn't it working?"
The audience also found it strange. Windmill irrigation has played a significant role in human history, and ancient people used windmills. Why didn't it work in Sangning?
Can you make a windmill?
Sang Ning retorted sharply, and Mo Nainai's lips twitched slightly. She said helplessly, "If I knew how to make windmills, I could open a Chinese history and folklore museum and make money."
As she spoke, she looked at Sang Ning.
Noticing her gaze, Sang Ning looked over. The moment their eyes met, she clearly saw the light in Mo Nainai's eyes and said helplessly, "You expect me to do that?"
"You can do it, right?!"
Monet gave her a look that said, "I believe you can do anything," but unfortunately, Sang Ning disappointed her.
"Sorry, I don't know how to do that."
"I think it's possible."
"I really don't know how."
Mo Nai Nai fell silent upon hearing this, and Sang Ning ignored her, instead putting the lid on the bamboo tube filled with water and then filling another bamboo tube with water.
e=(′o｀*)))Alas
With a soft sigh, Mo Nainai said weakly, "Then we'll just have to fetch water every day."
"Today is a special case. From now on, let Mu Tao and the others do the water-fetching work."
"That's a good option."
After fetching water, the two returned the way they came. As they passed a clump of bushes, a bird with beautiful feathers was startled and flew out, heading straight for Sang Ning's face.
"Ningning's small amount..."
Her words trailed off as she saw Sang Ning catch the bird. She stared at Sang Ning in disbelief, unable to comprehend how she had done it.
There was a moment of silence in the live stream, then it exploded.
[Holy crap, Ningning is so fast! I didn't even see what happened before she caught that bird.]
Viewers coming from other contestants' livestreams were astonished. [Wow, wasn't Sang Ning supposed to be a primitive human? This doesn't make sense. How could a primitive human be so fast?]
[The person upstairs has a big face. Who told you that primitive humans were inferior?]
I don't know about other primitive humans, but our Ningning is just as good.
She's skilled in so many things, and more importantly, her team is growing rapidly. Just wait and see; if she continues at this pace, victory will definitely be Ningning's in the end.
The new viewers didn't believe it, and the viewers in Sang Ning's live stream didn't force him to believe it either; instead, they each chatted about their own things.
"Quite fat."
Sang Ning weighed the exceptionally beautiful, plump bird in his hand and asked, "Is this a protected animal?"
"no."
Mo Nai Nai replied blankly, "The person in charge didn't even remind us, so it's probably similar to wild chickens and ducks."
"That puts my mind at ease."
Sang Ning chuckled upon hearing this, and then grabbed a vine and tied the fat bird up tightly.
"Let's go back and see if Mu Tao and the others brought back any seasonings in their survival kits. If they do, we'll cook something delicious today."
What if there isn't one?
"···"
Sang Ning paused for two seconds, then said decisively, "Just boil it in water to make soup."
Monet felt a little conflicted. She looked up at the lush foliage overhead and said, "I hope there are some seasonings."
Why is it so hard to have a proper, delicious meal?
"Let's go, stop pretending to be profound."
Seeing that she was standing still, Sang Ning urged her.
"knew."
Monet, carrying a bucket full of water in each hand, moved with incredible speed. Sang Ning watched, her lips twitching. The two buckets were neither too big nor too small. Instead of using wire to bind them, they were secured with the sap of highly adhesive fern leaves and then tied with sturdy vines.
It is sturdy, but it is also quite heavy, and its weight becomes even more considerable when filled with water.
However, Monet could carry it with incredible speed, and aside from anything else, this level of strength was something Sang Ning truly envied.
Back at the mountaintop, the two put away the buckets and bamboo tubes, then took the seaweed and began to sort it.
The seaweed wasn't ready yet when Mu Tao and the others returned.
As newly joined teammates, Emmanuel and Elliott were very self-aware. They didn't act all boastful like they did when they were bickering and fighting. Instead, they introduced themselves to Sanning and the others in a gentle manner before handing over their survival kits.
"This is our team gift, please open it and take a look!"
"Ningning, these are what we brought back."
Mu Tao, like a silly husky, snatched the survival kit from Luo Tianya's hand and eagerly placed it in front of Sang Ning.
Seeing four survival kits made Sang Ning's heart race. She wiped her sweaty palms on her pants and asked, "Shall we open them?"
"open!"
in unison.
I rushed back just to open the package; the exciting moment was about to arrive.
"Let's drive together."
Sang Ning extended a warm invitation, and Mu Tao and the others gladly accepted.
Then, the four survival kits were opened one after another, and the group, pretending to be calm but actually excited, took out their contents one by one.
"What's this?"
Monet took out a strangely shaped metal object. Sang Ning turned her head to look at it and found that she did not recognize it.
Emmanuel recognized it, and his lips twitched as he said, "This is a Zerg Decomposer."
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