Sang Ning immediately understood, "That means people in recent generations haven't eaten lychees."
[It's been over a thousand years, and nobody knows what lychees originally looked like or whether they tasted good.]
It's quite sad that in this technologically advanced interstellar era, we can't even eat lychees. Sang Ning felt quite sad for herself, because she loved eating lychees.
"Have you looked around? Maybe there are normal, unmutated lychees in some places."
Sang Ning made a serious suggestion, leaving the audience speechless, and Professor Huang sighed.
[We've searched, but haven't found it yet.]
There's really no other way.
Professor Huang went to verify the true identities of the apples and durians. After chatting with the viewers in the live stream for a few minutes, Sang Ning returned to work.
At noon, as usual, Sang Ning went to the beach and picked up a bunch of seafood to eat.
With seasonings, seafood can be prepared in many ways, including steaming, blanching, and grilling.
However, the lack of white rice is a pity. It's really boring to eat yams as a staple food every day. Potatoes, sweet potatoes, or corn would be nice too.
Mu Tao and the others ate with relish, while Sang Ning ate without any interest.
When Fimonloa, who was enjoying her grilled conch, saw her like this, she asked curiously, "Ningning, what's wrong? Don't you have an appetite?"
Sang Ning hummed in agreement and said, "I want to eat rice."
"The rice made from rice?" Clyde asked.
Sang Ning's eyes lit up instantly. "Yes, that's it."
Mu Tao said helplessly, "Don't even think about it. The production team can't even spare us any useful survival gear, they just use random stuff to fool us, how could they possibly give us rice?"
"Get a good night's sleep, and you'll dream of everything, including rice. You can eat whatever you want then."
Is this meant to comfort?
Why does that make me want to punch someone?
[It's confirmed! Big Peach is destined to be single!]
[It's not that it's destined, but it's impossible. With his emotional intelligence, it would be utterly ridiculous for him to ever find a partner.]
[Her emotional intelligence is really low; she'd be better off keeping quiet and saying nothing.]
[Actually, it's alright. That's just Big Peach's personality; she's incredibly straightforward.]
The straightforward Mu Tao wanted to say something, but noticing that Sang Ning's expression was not good, Bu Luotianya quickly picked up a boiled octopus and stuffed it into his mouth.
Mu Tao reacted with great dissatisfaction, "If you're going to feed me, at least dip it in some sauce before stuffing it into my mouth. You just boil it plain and stuff it into my mouth without any sauce. Aren't you afraid I won't like it?"
Luo Tianya laughed in anger, "People like you aren't worth worrying about, because you don't deserve it."
As he spoke, he looked at Sang Ning and said, "It's just rice, right? It's okay. Once we've built the house and settled down, we'll go find wild rice and jute, things you need. What do you think?"
"No need to look."
Before Sang Ning could speak, Clyde said, "I know where there is wild rice."
The surprise came so suddenly that Sang Ning was completely stunned.
She asked in a daze, "There...there's wild rice?"
Yes, there is a large area.
Clyde confirmed, and Sanning abruptly stood up and asked, "Where? How far is it from here?"
"More than 100 kilometers."
"At your pace," Clyde said, "it would probably take you a day and a night to walk."
That's a huge underestimation of her.
At least she had been practicing her internal energy cultivation method. Although she couldn't compare to them, to be fair, martial artists aren't that slow.
"I'm a pretty fast walker."
She said earnestly.
However, no one believed him, and Emmanuel volunteered, saying, "I'll go. My running speed at full speed is around 80 kilometers per hour."
The implication is that a hundred kilometers is a long distance for Sang Ning, but for him it's just a matter of a few hours.
Sanning, "!!!"
Eighty kilometers per hour? Goodness, that's about the same speed as cars in her original world.
Even cars can't outrun them on speed-limited roads; they truly are an elite race.
"Okay, go and cut some rice and we'll make rice. It's time to change our staple food."
It really needs to be changed, that is—
"If I remember correctly, there's a process for processing rice called threshing. How do we thresh it once we get it back?"
Monet frowned, looking worried. "We can't just peel them one by one by hand!"
"It's not that bad."
Sang Ning laughed and said, "Threshing is easy, we can make a threshing machine."
All eyes turned to Louis, who was engrossed in eating. Noticing the intense gazes, Louis looked up.
"Old Lu, do you know how to make a threshing machine?"
"I am an armor maker."
Louis emphasized this, and Philoia nodded in agreement. Seeing the smile on his face, she asked again, "So, do you actually know how to make a threshing machine?"
Louis became furious and said angrily, "I've already said I'm an armor maker. I only know how to make mechs. I've never even heard of a threshing machine before. It would be a real problem if I could make one."
Luo Tianya scoffed, "Why don't you just say you don't know? Stop rambling on and on."
Louis's audience has something to say, and a barrage of special effects comments is coming.
[You talk as if you know how to do it. Go check the records and see if there are any records of threshing machines. If there aren't even any records, who knows if the threshing machine Sang Ning is talking about actually exists?]
[The person upstairs should take back what they said, or they'll be proven wrong. If Sang Ning says there's a threshing machine, then there must be. As someone from humanity's home planet, Sang Ning grew up listening to and reading ancient texts. With the resources of planet E72, Sang Ning might even be able to build a threshing machine.]
"I won't."
Sang Ning corrected him, "I'm not omnipotent. I know about threshing machines, I've seen pictures of them, and I know how they're made and how they operate. But if you want me to make a threshing machine right now, I really can't do it."
Everyone was stunned. Louis said in disbelief, "You're the one who said you wanted to make threshing machines."
"right."
Sang Ning nodded. "I'm telling you, if you do it once, try twice. If you don't succeed twice, try three times, four times, or even more. Learn from your failures, and you'll eventually succeed."
Louis, "..."
Louis was cursing inwardly. He realized that Sang Ning had taken a liking to his hands and was planning to use him as a tool.
Given his past temper, he would have turned on you in a heartbeat, but now...
Louis sighed inwardly as his gaze fell on the stone table laden with delicious dishes, but put on a pitiful, business-like smile and said, "You...you're right."
"If it doesn't work the first time, try again or again. Eventually, we'll succeed. Once we succeed, it means we'll have rice to eat, which is a good thing."
Then he looked at Emmanuel and said solemnly, "Then, old Emmanuel, the task of bringing back the rice is entrusted to you."
"good."
Emmanuel nodded and said to Sanning, "I'll go after I finish eating."
Sang Ning hummed in agreement, and Elliott suddenly said quietly, "You've forgotten something very important."
"What's up?"
"I didn't ask for the specific address of the rice paddies."
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