"This is not rice, this is wheat."
After eating a grain of raw wheat, Sang Ning's face lit up with a bright smile. "This is high-quality wheat; we can switch to it as our staple food now."
Sang Ning had never seen wild wheat; she had only seen cultivated wheat, so she had no right to speak on wild wheat.
Even though he had no say, Sanning knew that the items Emmanuel brought back were of top quality.
The heavy ears of wheat, the plump grains—even eaten raw, they possess a unique, fresh aroma of grain; and when ground into flour and made into noodles, they have an even more delicious flavor…
Slurp (￣ii￣;)
Sang Ning swallowed hard. "This is a very good staple food."
Fimmonloa, who was watching Sang Ning eat the wheat raw, raised an eyebrow. "How good is it? Better than yams and rice?"
As soon as he said this, everyone stared intently at Sang Ning, and the viewers in several live streams were filled with anticipation.
"···"
Well, how should I put it? "All ingredients are pretty much the same. Whether something tastes good or not depends not on the ingredients themselves, but on personal taste and the skill of the cook."
At this point, Sang Ning asked in bewilderment, "It seems to me that you all don't know much about wheat."
To say they don't understand it well is an understatement; the truth is, nobody recognizes wheat and considers it a substitute or variant of rice.
However, this is genuine wheat. Apart from the thicker main stalks, heavier ears, and fuller grains, it is still wheat.
It's of even better quality than the wheat that's artificially cultivated and optimized in her native world.
"wheat···"
Emmanuel frowned and said, "There is no record of wheat in the plant guide. The information about wheat in the plant guide exists as a derivative of rice. In other words, the plant research center classifies wheat as a variant or derivative of rice."
“Iman is right, people only know rice, not wheat.”
Elliott continued, "There are many varieties of rice, but only the regular rice is consumed on the market. Farmers on any agricultural planet don't grow any of the other varieties."
Then he asked Sang Ning, "Is the wheat delicious?"
"How do you eat it? Just like rice, add water and steam it?"
Upon hearing this, Sang Ning revealed a subtle smile. "There are so many ways to eat wheat. The flour made from wheat can be used to create countless kinds of food."
"It would take hours to explain, so I won't go into details now. You'll see when it's finished."
Louis swallowed hard and asked her, "Can we have wheat for dinner?"
"I can't eat it."
Sang Ning picked up an ear of wheat and handed it to him. "So, Louis, whether we can eat hundreds or thousands of kinds of pasta depends on your threshing machine."
Louis, "!!!"
Louis felt immense pressure. He took the ear of wheat and said with a bitter face, "But I've never seen a threshing machine before."
Expecting him to make something we've never even seen before is giving him far too much credit.
“I’ve seen it. I can draw a diagram and explain to you how a threshing machine works.”
"Okay, let's give it our all for our bellies."
So, for dinner, Sang Ning made something simple to fill their stomachs, and Mu Tao and the others installed the second bed that had been assembled.
While Sang Ning and Louis were explaining the blueprints Sang Ning had drawn in detail, and the other was listening attentively, Mu Tao and the others were playing rock-paper-scissors to decide who would get the second bed.
When Louis understood the meaning of the threshing machine and pulled out a large lump of shape memory metal and the parts that Sang Ning needed to make the threshing machine from the supplies provided by the production team, Mu Tao and the others were still playing rock-paper-scissors.
When Louis and Suning finally managed to produce a few key parts after failing time and time again, Mu Tao and the others finally decided who owned the bed by playing rock-paper-scissors.
The solid wood bed is 2.5 meters long and 2 meters wide. It's fine for three women like Sang Ning to sleep in it, but it's the limit for two men to sleep in it. If three men sleep in it, they'll have to squeeze together and curl up in a ball.
So, in the end, the bed ended up in the hands of Emmanuel and Elliott.
These two are people who dislike each other but also care about each other. When things are good, they are truly like brothers, but when things are bad, they wish they could kill each other.
Other people train individually, or if they really spar with each other, they hold back. But these two are different. Sang Ning has seen how they spar. Every move they make is aimed at the weak points, and they go all out with no effort.
Emmanuel and Elliott refused to share a bed.
Elliott: "You can sleep on the floor like you did yesterday."
Emmanuel: "Impossible, I've won. If anyone should sleep, it should be me on the bed and you on the floor."
Elliott chuckled, his face full of mockery. "You make it sound like I didn't win."
He said irritably, "Either I sleep on the bed and you sleep on the floor, or we fight and whoever wins sleeps on the bed."
"Then let's have a fight."
Emmanuel made the final decision, and Mu Tao broke out in a cold sweat. She quickly tried to stop them, saying, "Don't fight. You can actually sleep together. This bed is really big enough for both of you."
You don't understand.
Emmanuel shoved him aside and walked ahead in another direction on the mountaintop.
Elliott immediately followed, and Monaine and the others excitedly went to watch the excitement. Mu Tao tried to dissuade them for a long time but failed. When she saw the two of them bump into each other without saying a word and then beat each other to death, she felt like her hair was standing on end.
I'm at my wit's end; my son is rebellious and I can't control him.
We need to find someone who can manage them.
"Keep an eye on them and don't let them get into a fight. I'll go find Ningning to mediate."
After leaving a message for Monaine and the others, Mu Tao ran over to Sang Ning, who was discussing the size of the threshing machine with Louis, and said, "Ningning, Iman and Ollie are fighting. You should go and try to stop them."
"Let them fight."
Looking at the dimensions Louis had modified, Sang Ning hesitated and asked, "Are you sure this will work? Won't the power be insufficient to drive the core shaft?"
"Don't worry, it can definitely handle it."
Louis was confident. "Everyone except you is a strongman. Bringing a core axis is a piece of cake."
It's just a bit time-consuming and laborious.
But since Iman and Ollie are both so energetic that they need to vent their excess energy through fighting, it would be most appropriate for them to lead the core axis.
"Ningning, are you really not going to do anything about it?"
Mu Tao was still unwilling to give up and wanted Sang Ning to go and stop her.
Sang Ning stood up, pushed him aside to leave him in the way, grabbed her tools, and asked Louis, "Shall we begin now?"
"start."
Louis reached out and took the tools, thought for a moment and said, "The firelight is too dim. If we're going to work at night, we'll have to get a lamp, otherwise it will affect our speed and efficiency too much."
Sanning, "···"
"You'll have to do this. I don't know how to make lamps, and most importantly, do we have the equipment to make lamps?"
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