"Juice is flowing?"
What a strange saying!
Lu Zhe picked up a leaf: "Many plants ooze white sap when damaged, some of which contain toxins! Sweet potatoes also do, their tubers, leaves and stems all contain a lot of white sap, but its white sap is not only non-toxic, but also contains a lot of vitamins, and can even treat constipation!"
Hearing the word "constipation", Lin Qianqian blushed and exclaimed "Ah?"
Lu Zhe put a sweet potato leaf in his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, then handed another leaf to Lin Qianqian: "What do you think, want to try one?"
Lin Qianqian hesitated for a moment, took it and put it in her mouth to eat a small bite.
"Not very tasty..."
"We don't have any seasoning, if we did, sweet potato leaf salad would make a nice cold dish!"
"Oh!" Lin Qianqian hurriedly took note of it!
Although they still hadn't found a water source this time, this sweet potato vine was an extremely precious find!
In the Ming Dynasty, it was because someone smuggled a sweet potato vine back from Southeast Asia that saved tens of thousands of people.
The harvest was quite good!
Lu Zhe looked at his watch, it was almost five o'clock, if they didn't head back to camp soon it would be dark!
So he took Lin Qianqian and hurried back.
At half past five, the two returned to the camp!
Tang Xiaoguo and Jiang Yao were still twisting ropes and distilling fresh water, but Ning Shu was not in the camp!
"Where did the monitor go again?"
Jiang Yao shrugged: "Not very clear, she went into the woods many times today!"
Tang Xiaoguo added: "She wouldn't say when we asked her!"
Lu Zhe nodded: "Lin Qianqian, organize the supplies, I'll go take a look!"
"Okay!"
Lu Zhe split a coconut, crushed houttuynia cordata and mint leaves, mixed them with coconut juice to make an herbal medicine to soothe itching and inflammation, and went to help relieve Ning Shu's itching!
Going around the woods, he did see Ning Shu there scratching away!
Although she looked very messy, when she saw Lu Zhe come, she immediately adjusted to look like a proper lady, frowning: "Hey, you should say something before just showing up!"
"Alright, next time I'll blow a whistle."
"Forget the whistle, what did you come here for?"
"To see you!"
Ning Shu was unhappy that her embarrassing state was seen: "You just like seeing me make a fool of myself?"
"Don't say that, I came to help you!"
"Help me?" Ning Shu immediately imagined Lu Zhe scratching her for her.
Blushing, she muttered: "Pervert!"
Lu Zhe nodded: "Well if that's the case, then I won't help you, bye..."
With that, he turned to leave!
"Hey..." Ning Shu stamped her feet in annoyance: "Come back!"
"What is it?"
Ning Shu sighed, after all the feeling of someone else scratching versus scratching herself was a bit different!
The two had agreed to be a couple for a day, it wasn't yet 24 hours, so theoretically they were still a couple!
Since that was the case...
"Fine fine, I'll let you scratch me a bit..."
Saying so, she draped herself over a low tree branch, posing to be scratched!
Lu Zhe holding the herbal medicine, was somewhat confused for a moment.
When did I say I would scratch her???
Lu Zhe helplessly said: "I came to bring you medicine, not to scratch you!"
The other girls also popped their heads out: "Monitor what are you doing??"
"What medicine is this?"
Ning Shu cried out in frustration: "Everyone, let's not speak of this anymore, today has just been a huge misunderstanding, if I wasn't so careless to randomly grab a leaf to use as toilet paper, this wouldn't have happened!"
Lin Qianqian nodded: "So it was the monitor who did that..."
Jiang Yao said: "That's so unhygienic!"
Lu Zhe sighed: "Today has really just been a misunderstanding! But I still want to remind everyone, never use leaves in the wild as toilet paper!"
Lin Qianqian worriedly asked: "But we're almost out of toilet paper, what else can we use after it runs out?"
She was right, looking at the toilet paper, there were only a dozen or so sheets left. If they ran out, they would be faced with the awkward situation of having no paper to use!
For the girls, this was probably more frightening than not having fresh water!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
