However, Sang Ning did not disappoint him; instead, she gave him a big surprise.
Of the hundreds of exhibits of unknown origin and origin, Sang Ning unlocked half of them, not only telling the names of half of the exhibits, but also explaining in detail their origin and historical significance.
The audience listened in stunned silence, while the curator frantically took notes and gave tips.
After Sang Ning finished explaining, more than two hours had passed. Her mouth was dry from talking, so she picked up a bamboo tube and started chugging water into her mouth.
The old curator was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes. He smashed five warships in a row before saying, "[Thank you so much, young friend Sang Ning, for your explanation. If this leads to a major breakthrough in human history, I will certainly repay you handsomely!]"
Someone in the live stream couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "Ningning, how do you know so much?"
I've discovered that planet E72 is truly a treasure trove. I strongly suggest that history departments in universities send professors to E72. As humanity's home planet, E72 might just be able to fill in the gaps in human civilization.
To recreate the former glory of human civilization.
Sang Ning chuckled, "Planet E72 has a library." Although there aren't many books in it, and most of them are missing pages, they are still books.
"The ancient books were all painstakingly preserved by the people of planet E72."
"It's not just books; there are also many things that humans didn't take with them during the Great Migration."
There weren't many items either, but Sang Ning didn't plan to tell anyone; she wanted to get the people on board first.
There's so much to discover on the E72; much of it wasn't damaged or destroyed, but rather buried by sandstorms.
If you really want to dig, you can find quite a lot.
After all, when humanity first migrated, no one expected that planet E72 would turn out like this.
Therefore, while the great migration of humanity took a lot of things with them, they left even more on their home planet.
If humanity wants to find its roots and fill in the gaps and lost parts of its history, a trip to planet E72 will surely yield results.
Once they make a profit, they become increasingly greedy and want to acquire more. However, the environment on planet E72 is too harsh. For the pampered professors and students who want to stay long-term for archaeology and research, improving their living environment becomes a very necessary thing.
With a better living environment, the harvest will increase to some extent. As a result, planet E72 can upgrade its planetary level based on its humanistic score, which will lead to an increase in financial allocations.
Even a small increase would be a great thing for the governor and all the residents of planet E72.
As for whether it will work out or whether things will go as she expects, Sang Ning is not sure.
There's nothing she can do right now except act as a guide, subtly leading the way in the direction the girl wants. That's all she can do.
The rest is up to time.
Viewers have been tagging history departments at various universities, and even if Sang Ning didn't know the details, she could probably guess what was going on.
She didn't say much, but politely bid farewell to the audience, who were still wanting more. "Are you done talking?"
Ningning, it's still early, how about we do another 50-cent science lesson?
"no."
Sang Ning decisively refused. She yawned and said, "I'm sleepy and tired. I have a lot of things to do tomorrow. Let's do another 50-cent science lesson next time."
She's said it to this extent, so the audience has no choice but to accept it.
As a result, the screen was filled with "Goodnight" messages.
No one posted any special effects comments, so Sang Ning could go wash up without worry.
After washing up, she lay down on the wooden bed, which was covered with soft fern leaves, but it still felt hard. She looked at the sleeping Fimonloia on her left, then at Monet, who was holding her, and closed her eyes as well.
As she drifted into a deep sleep, she vaguely felt as if she had forgotten something.
"ah--"
The next morning, Sang Ning was awakened by a sharp scream.
She sat up abruptly, her mind still not fully clear, and blurted out, "What... um..."
The unfinished words came to an abrupt halt when she saw Fimonloa pull a needle from Monet's back. Holy crap, she finally remembered what she had forgotten.
She left the needle case on the bed and forgot to pick it up.
Sang Ning felt guilty. Fei Mengluoya looked at the needle she had pulled out of Mo Nena's flesh, which was stained with a little blood, and wondered, "That's strange. I clearly remember that I put away the needle box. Why is there still one that slipped through the net and stuck in your flesh?"
Monet felt wronged and wanted to cry. She said pitifully, "It's not your fault, it's my fault for forgetting to put the needle away properly."
Sang Ning and Fimonloa looked at her at the same time upon hearing the sound, "What are you doing with the needle?"
The two spoke in unison.
Just as Monet was about to answer, Mu Tao's voice rang out from outside the vines, "Um, are you alright?!"
"fine."
Mo Nainai replied, and Mu Tao said "oh" and turned to leave, but then, still worried, asked again, "Are you really alright?"
"It's really nothing."
Mu Tao was relieved and said, "Then I'm leaving?"
"Let's go, let's go. We'll call you if anything happens."
Monet waved her hand as if shooing away flies, then realized that Mu Tao couldn't see her because of the vines. So she withdrew her hand and beckoned to Sang Ning and Fei Mengluoya, signaling them to come closer.
The two did as instructed, and Monet then told them in an almost breathy voice what she was going to do with the needle.
After she finished speaking, she blushed and said, "But I think I overestimated my skills. I found that I can't sew at all."
Sang Ning rubbed her temples, looking rather troubled, and said, "If it were anything else, I could help, but this is too private for me. How about I teach you how to sew it tonight?"
"Forget it, I'm not going to do it anymore. Do whatever you want, I have clothes outside anyway."
Faced with the choice between mending and letting things go, Monet chose to let things go.
Fimmonloa didn't care either. She said calmly, "It really wasn't necessary. You shouldn't have sewed it last night. Not only did you not sew it well, but you also pricked yourself. I think you just asked for trouble."
Monet sighed, "I never expected my hand-drawn illustrations to be so bad."
Sang Ning got out of bed and stretched. "Once the house is finished and the salt is drying, we'll go out and see if we can find any cotton."
"cotton?"
They spoke in unison, their eyes filled with curiosity.
Sang Ning hummed in agreement, then realized something was off. "You don't know about cotton?"
“Yes, we also know that cotton can be made into cotton fabrics. What we’re curious about is why you would use cotton to make things.”
"I won't."
Sang Ning said sincerely, "But I know that cotton can be woven into cloth and made into quilts and mattresses. With cotton, when the temperature drops and it gets cold, we can sleep in warm quilts instead of sleeping on leaves like we do now, and having to replace the leaves every few days."
At this point, she laughed and said, "There's nothing to be afraid of. If a few of us work together, we might be able to figure out how to weave cloth and make quilts."
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