Fortunately, there were plenty of stones, so all she had wasted was a little energy.
Song Xiaozhu looked up at the information panel and stared at the "Unlucky Player" achievement...
Apart from that one, everything else was a profession. Some were down-to-earth, others fantastical. This one alone felt out of place.
"Unlucky Player" definitely wasn't one of the awakened professions.
It was more of a symbol.
A symbol that she was an unlucky person...
What did that mean?
Song Xiaozhu had her own views on "luck." She didn't think so-called good luck necessarily meant good luck, nor did she think so-called bad luck necessarily meant bad luck.
How many people who won life's lottery ended up losing everything?
How many people born penniless eventually rose to the top?
Take Li Siyuan, for example...
She had been the "first daughter" from birth, showered with every affection...
But in the end...
At just sixteen, her family had been ruined and her loved ones killed.
Looking at the words "Unlucky Player" now, Song Xiaozhu felt they were more like a warning, as if telling her that since her luck was bad, she needed to work even harder to think, improve, and grow stronger.
With that thought, she looked at "Unlucky Player" again,
and actually found it rather pleasing to the eye.
Rather than a "Luck Emperor" who died young,
she would rather be a hardworking "Unlucky Player"!
Song Xiaozhu had only just accepted the fact that she was an unlucky player when the heavens delivered a bumper package of good luck...
Her main goal that afternoon was to collect [raw wood material] and [raw stone material] for crafting tools later. Not only did she need to complete ten trades, she also needed to grind out tools to max out her experience.
As for [medicinal raw material], that was just something to collect along the way.
She was still stuck at level 1 and had no medicine recipes. However much [medicinal raw material] she crafted, it would only take up space.
As she gathered branches and stones along the way, Song Xiaozhu suddenly spotted something bright ahead. There was a clearing amid the dense woods, where sunlight streamed down, spilling golden radiance across the ground.
A large patch of tender green grass swayed in the breeze, its slightly drooping seed heads gleaming faintly gold in the sunlight.
Foxtail grass...
Such a huge patch of foxtail grass!
Song Xiaozhu strode over, took a look, and nearly cried out.
Back in the twenty-first century, this would have been called a patch of weeds...
But to her now, this was clearly a huge medicinal herb garden!
Even if she had no use for [medicinal raw material] yet, once she reached level 2, she would definitely need plenty of it. When that time came, this place would be a genuine treasure trove!
Song Xiaozhu summoned the Workbench and opened the little box. She wanted to check the slots to see whether she could stockpile more [medicinal raw material]...
As soon as she opened it, she caught sight of the "fertilizer" tucked in a corner.
Hmm...
Fertilizer...
After use, it could double a plant's yield.
Song Xiaozhu had always felt somewhat haunted by this particular batch of "fertilizer."
Even keeping it in the little box felt like hiding Shang Bao's corpse.
Even if no one would ever know, she still felt deeply uncomfortable about it.
How about...
using the "fertilizer" on the foxtail grass?!
Chapter 23
Song Xiaozhu didn't rush to use it. Instead, she carefully examined this "medicinal herb garden."
The soil here in the logging grounds had been purified by people, allowing tall trees to grow, along with scattered weeds.
After studying it for quite a while, Song Xiaozhu had a rough idea of the situation. The purification of these logging grounds wasn't comprehensive: the soil where each tree took root was the cleanest, while places without so much as a stump were completely barren.
One tree per little hole-it was almost like growing radishes.
Song Xiaozhu roughly measured the patch of weeds before her with her strides. It was about five or six meters square,
and an area that large should, by rights, have held at least two saplings or stumps awaiting removal after logging. Yet this spot seemed to have been forgotten, with no trees, only weeds.
Drawing on her rudimentary knowledge of botany, Song Xiaozhu stared at the weeds for a long time, trying to identify them...
One thing was certain: these weeds hadn't been planted by people. The "planter" back then-assuming such a profession existed-must have missed this patch of soil and failed to plant saplings, leaving it overgrown with weeds.
Interestingly, no one had come back afterward to fill the gap.
Could there really be "planters"?
Would saplings fail to survive without their help?
Song Xiaozhu felt she might have guessed right.
Even the soil in this world needed "Purifiers" to purify it, so there would be nothing strange about needing specialized "planters" to sow seeds and raise seedlings.
Since no one had planted these, no one would be tending them either...
The lumberjacks were busy, too. None of them had the time to circle a patch of foxtail grass like she did.
Song Xiaozhu continued her careful study. There wasn't just foxtail grass here, but Big Thornhead, Little Thornhead, and still more weeds she didn't recognize.
Grrr.
Her stomach, hungry all day, was growling.
Song Xiaozhu held her lower abdomen, waited for it to settle, and suddenly had an idea.
Why should she go without food? Why wasn't she eating?
No one had said that simple meals could only be made with rotten ingredients.
There might well be edible wild greens among the weeds before her!
Song Xiaozhu's limited botanical knowledge couldn't tell her which were edible and which were medicinal...
But the Workbench came with an "appraisal" function. All she had to do was select the recipe and freely pile things onto it.
Avoiding the "medicinal herbs" she already recognized, Song Xiaozhu pulled up plenty of tender-looking weeds. After placing two portions on it,
she added one portion of low-pollution water as usual.
The white mist dispersed. A success on the first try.
The crafting success rate was pretty good.
Song Xiaozhu looked curiously at the "edible simple meal." Its color differed slightly from the one made with rotten ingredients. It looked more like wild vegetable mush.
She scooped it into the plastic bottle she carried with her and took a small taste.