Famine and exile: I brought the Spirit Spring to save the entire Marquis's mansion.

Brother C nearly fell over due to dizziness.

Feng Dali grabbed him, about to scold him, but then noticed that he was breathing rapidly and sweating profusely on his forehead.

“He has a fear of heights, quickly take him down,” Sang Ning said.

Acrophobia?

What is this thing? Are you a coward?

But his brother is quite daring too!

Seeing that something was wrong with him, Feng Dali had another brother help him down.

Sang Ning held onto Jin Tang tightly, careful not to let him faint from fear.

However, Jintang didn't seem afraid; in fact, she was quite curious and peered down.

"100 meters below, there are bastards, there are bastards."

That annoying thing is calling out in my head again.

Son of a bitch?

Those are turtle eggs!

Turtle eggs are incredibly delicious! The egg white is smooth and bouncy like jelly, while the yolk is delicate, soft, and flavorful. You can eat them one bite at a time, and they contain five times the calcium of chicken eggs!

Sang Ning never doubted the treasure-hunting capabilities of the space.

She looked down and saw that the mist obscured her view; it turned out the cliff wasn't that high, only a hundred meters.

"There's a rope, right? I want to go down."

Sang Ning knew that Feng Dali and the others were carrying ropes on their backs.

This shocked everyone else.

"No way, this is a sheer cliff!"

This is different from the low cliff in Lujia Village, where you could easily fall and be smashed to pieces!

"Fourth Madam, we don't have ropes that long. We only have two, which together are only ten zhang long."

"If there aren't enough, we can use vines to connect them. There are vines all over the mountain; we can connect them to a height of thirty feet."

Thirty zhang?

"Yes, it's thirty. Can't you see it? I can see the soil on the riverbank." Sang Ning lied in a serious tone.

The group's eyes widened.

I simply couldn't see through that layer of mist.

Feng Dali picked up a stone and threw it down.

A muffled thud was indeed heard.

Wow!

Are the Fourth Madam and the Fourth Young Master both so perceptive?

"Even so, those vines aren't safe, are they? No, no, if you die, we won't be able to face Brother Huo."

Feng Dali and his gang are very straightforward.

If they're dead, they won't say anything bad has happened!

"Hurry up, I'm confident I can go down. Look at this cliff, it's not smooth at all, it's easy to find a point of leverage."

I have a technique; I won't put my whole weight on the rattan, understand?

"This……"

"Hurry up and cut the vines. Don't you want water anymore? I'll shake the rope after I go down, and you can pull it up, tie the pottery jar to it, and then lower it down again."

Seeing that Sang Ning was not afraid at all, and considering his skills, everyone went to find the sturdy vines.

Half an hour later, the 100-meter rope was woven.

Feng Dali tried it and found it to be quite sturdy. If he stepped on the support point, even he could get off.

One end was tied around the rock, and the other end was thrown off the cliff.

Sang Ning asked Du Shan for a dagger, grabbed the rope, and slid down five meters.

It gave everyone a fright.

This is too courageous!

Once the rope was used up, Sang Ning became more careful when gripping the vines.

There are indeed many techniques involved in rock climbing.

How to grip the stone, how to apply force in the right place, and how to lower your center of gravity.

Grab, hug, hold, pry, relax your arms, exert force with your toes, and no matter how small the rock is, as long as your toes are on the rock and the inside of your foot is close to the rock wall, you can press down with the force of your whole body and it will not fall.

Sang Ning quickly disappeared into the mist.

Increased air humidity.

Sang Ning saw a tranquil lake.

Surrounded by mountains, the clear water, like a giant piece of jade, lies quietly, mysterious and noble.

This is a place untouched by human hands.

Her arrival was like an intruder into a mythical world, startling a flock of birds into flight.

It's nice here.

If this were modern times, she would be patting him on the back.

Right now... all she wants is that bastard!

She swung the rope and, while the pottery jar was placed on top, quickly dug into the soil!

She quickly found the eggs, and there were many of them!

They dug up several nests in one go, more than a hundred of them!

There are two kinds of bastards: those who are fertilized and those who are not.

Sang Ning picked it up and looked at it against the sun. The inside of the egg was reddish, and there was a white spot in the center. That was the fertilized egg.

Conversely, it means it was not fertilized.

Sang Ning checked both nests and found they could hatch baby turtles.

She buried those twenty-odd people again.

I had just finished preparing the soil when I heard a noise coming from above, and some gravel fell to the ground.

Sang Ning quickly put the eggs into her spatial storage, leaving only a small pile in her hands as a mere formality.

A short while later, a tall and muscular figure appeared.

"Why did you come down here too?"

This just adds unnecessary strain to the rope!

Three meters away from the top, Feng Dali jumped down.

"I called out to you a few times, but you didn't answer, so I came down to check."

He tied a piece to the pottery jar and carried it on his back as he came down.

"What is this?" he asked in surprise, looking at the egg in Sang Ning's hand.

"So small, I could fit ten in one bite. Are they bird eggs?"

Sang Ning calmly put it away.

"No, it's turtle eggs, also called 'bastard eggs'."

"Oh, so this is what a bastard is. I've really learned something new this time!" Feng Dali exclaimed.

He turned around and saw the vast lake, and his eyes immediately lit up.

"There are such good places in the mountains, there must be fish! I'll go down and look."

As he spoke, he grabbed an arrow and plunged into the river.

The tranquil and elegant Emerald Lake was destroyed in an instant by him.

Hey!

boor!

Sang Ning filled the earthenware pot with water. The water was clear and didn't need filtering; it just needed to be boiled to sterilize it.

She carefully tied it to the vine, and then she shook the rope.

After a few repetitions, the top began to lift upwards.

Feng Dali was already diving into the water and had reached the bottom.

He clearly just wanted to play in the water!

Sang Ning washed her hands and feet, then looked around for any other treasures.

Novels are all lies; there are no rare and exotic herbs in them.

But then she found a nest of wild duck eggs!

Not bad.

"Fourth Madam—there really are fish!" Feng Dali shouted from afar.

He held up an arrow with a large white carp stuck in it.

Great, brothers, we can finally change things up.

Sang Ning waved to him, wanting him to throw the fish ashore.

But suddenly his expression changed.

How come I can vaguely see three people swimming towards me from a distance?

They swam extremely fast, with only their heads above the surface.

Three ripples were left on the river surface behind.

"Feng Dali! Come up here quickly!" Sang Ning shouted.

"What? What did you say?"

Sang Ning suddenly opened her eyes wide in terror, "Come on up! Come on up!"

She saw it clearly!

There weren't three people, there were three flattened crocodile heads!

The more beautiful a place is, the more likely it is to hide danger—that's certainly true!

"Crocodile! It's a crocodile! Get up here! Get up here now!"

Sang Ning waved his arms, like a shaman performing a ritual.

Feng Dali seemed to have finally understood and began swimming towards the shore.

What did she call fish?

"Should I throw this fish up?"

"No, why did she run away?"

"She climbed really fast, even faster than last time. Is she born in the Year of the Monkey?"

As soon as Sang Ning saw the rope fall, she quickly climbed up. She had to get up as fast as possible so that the rope wouldn't bear the weight.

After climbing more than ten meters, I looked back.

Hey!

Why is that idiot Feng Dali still in the water?!

Are you looking up and contemplating life?

The crocodile is about to bite my butt!