Su Qiao nodded. "He should lie low for a while."
"He's getting on in years, too. Some rest would do him good." The family wasn't short of silver anymore. If the old man could avoid going into the mine, it was better for him not to.
Quite a few people up there were probably keeping an eye on what was happening in the mine.
Feng Han pointed at the still-warm pastries and millet porridge on the small table. "I had someone prepare some pastries and millet porridge. Try them and see how they taste."
Su Qiao really was hungry. She had done quite a lot since getting up that morning and hadn't eaten anything yet.
As she ate, she said somewhat indistinctly, "There's nothing strange about the things in that passage. They're things naturally left behind by the world tens of thousands of years ago."
"Things naturally left behind by the world?" Feng Han hadn't expected her to bring this up.
Of course, what intrigued him even more was how she knew about it.
Su Qiao swallowed the pastry and took another sip of porridge before saying bluntly, "I'll make something for you tomorrow. Then you should be able to understand how it was formed."
That amber had actually formed when tree resin dripped and gathered, trapping insects, leaves, and other things inside. After the temperature and pressure changed, it took shape over the course of countless years.
Fossils, on the other hand, were formed when the remains of ancient creatures from the distant past gradually turned to stone.
Feng Han gazed silently at her for a while, then sighed softly. "Sometimes, I really get the illusion that you aren't from this world."
Although she was right in front of him, he always felt that he couldn't quite grasp her,