Mass Fainting

The exchange supply point would surely deduct points if there was mud.

With a wave of her hand, mountains of wet wood obtained from cleaning debris appeared.

Nanzhi stacked them neatly in the corner to dry.

Once they dried, she could sell them to the base for jades to survivors for little points.

Firewood would sell like hotcakes in winter.

The chicken felt a pat on its head as an ominous presence drew closer.

It shrank its head.

It heard the corn kernel provider ask in a calculating tone, "Aren't you sad staying here alone every day?"

Chicken (internally): Lonely? Sad? Absolutely! Being pampered with corn isn't enough. I'm a social creature!

"Do you want me to have your friends accompany you here? If they come, you'll be able to play all day."

The chicken tilted its head, showing signs of listening.