Quick Transmigration: Reversing the Life of a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

There were plenty of mushrooms in the oak forest. She didn't know much about mushrooms, so she only picked the ones that had been officially recorded by the Wasteland World. But the mushrooms here were huge. In less than ten, her basket was full. Luckily, she was prepared and had brought a burlap sack.

As soon as she pulled the sack out, the family members from the bean field began to enter the oak forest one after another. Most of them started to test the acorns on the ground, while a few were specifically looking for mushrooms. The price of mushrooms in the safe zone has always been high, and some good-tasting, low-radiation mushrooms can even reach several hundred points per kilogram.

Chang Dongning covered the already full basket, slung it over his shoulder, and wandered around with a burlap sack in his hand.

Half an hour later, Chang Dongning looked down at the low trees in front of him. It seemed that not all plants in the wasteland world grew larger; some shrank.

A one-meter-tall elm tree, its branches bent low by the weight of elm seeds, which were just as big as the ones she had seen in other worlds.

This is a good thing. In times of famine, there is a saying that "one tree of elm seeds is half a month's worth of food." In the wasteland world, it is a bit difficult to detect because they are too small. The elm seeds I used to see should no longer be available this season. The elm seeds in front of me are still tender, which can be considered a kind of mutation.

I checked with my watch: "Beep, high radiation, unknown organism, not edible."

"Beep, low-level radiation, unknown organism, consume with caution."

Chang Dongning bent over and examined for a long time before finally detecting a low level of radiation.

"Low-level radiation, unknown organism, consume with caution."

Chang Dongning then tested along the same branch and discovered that the elm seeds on the same branch seemed to all have the same radiation level.

To verify this conclusion, she went around the shrub and picked out a few samples from each branch for testing.

Minister Zhang had already entered the woods and tested several mushrooms, all of which were highly radioactive. Just as he was about to change his position, he looked up and saw Chang Dongning standing in front of a plant, deep in thought.

"Miss Chang, have you discovered anything?"

"I think this is edible, but it's not listed in the botanical atlas."

"Leaves?" Minister Zhang asked, but why does this tree have two kinds of leaves? One is larger and dark green, and the other is small and light green.

"I don't know if this small one is a leaf," Chang Dongning said, pointing to the elm tree seed.

"Huh? This looks like an elm tree from before the Wasteland Era." Minister Zhang's watch has more access permissions, allowing him to look up more information than Chang Dongning.

"Before?" meant during peacetime, right?

"Yes, those plant atlases are pretty useless now, they've all mutated."

"So, this counts as something I should hand over?"

"Okay, I'll take some samples back. You can test the rest and take them back yourself. I'll let you know if they're safe to eat. If they are, then you can consider them as yours." Minister Zhang nodded.

"Okay, thank you, Minister Zhang. During my testing, I found that the radiation level seemed to be the same on the same branch," Chang Dongning said, sharing his findings.

Minister Zhang took out scissors and cut about ten centimeters off the tip of each branch, separating them for verification.

Chang Dongning was much rougher. She took out a small bag and stripped the branches that had just been tested and found to be edible from top to bottom, and all the elm seeds ended up in her bag. Of course, she separated the ones with moderate radiation from the ones with low radiation.

After taking the samples, Minister Zhang plunged into the mushroom-picking army.

Chang Dongning continued wandering around and found an elm tree behind a large oak tree. He examined it and picked the elm seeds.

After finishing her task, she noticed some scattered red berries in the grass not far away. She glanced back and saw people climbing trees, picking berries, and testing mushrooms and wild vegetables all nearby.

Upon closer inspection, the fruit was quite large; she could only hold a maximum of two in one hand. They resembled raspberries, and she used her watch to check one.

"Drip, strawberries, highly radioactive, not edible."

Strawberries? Although the strawberries she had seen before didn't grow on trees, it didn't matter. Being included in the list meant they could be eaten directly. She hadn't eaten any fruit since coming here, so she started testing them one by one.

After a while, finding nothing edible, Chang Dongning decided to change his posture. He put the basket on his back aside, as well as the burlap sack, took off his gloves, rubbed his hands, and then put them back on to continue testing.

"Drip, low radiation, edible."

Chang Dongning's eyes lit up, and he quickly picked the fruit, reached into the sack and rummaged around, actually taking out a folding box from his spatial storage and putting the strawberry inside.

This box is a product of the wasteland world. The Chang family only has one. She brought it out of her spatial storage when she went out. Before she opened it, it was flat. Anyway, her basket was full of sacks and small bags, so it wouldn't be out of place to put a folding box in it.

Just as she was about to continue the test, a sound came from behind her to the right.

"Quick, quick, it's a flock of colorful chickens! They've flown away!"

"Quickly, chase after them!"

Chang Dongning recalled the description of the Rainbow Chicken: a type of chicken that can fly but not very high, is quite large, weighing around 100 pounds, with long and beautiful tail feathers.

An enlarged version of a pheasant?

Chang Dongning felt that this kind of animal prey had nothing to do with her, and the direction of the storm was still quite far away from her. Just as she was about to continue testing the strawberries, she suddenly felt a chill on her back. She reflexively squatted down and rolled over. The next second, a colorful chicken with its tail in its hand appeared where she had just been standing.

Before she could even get a clear look at the metallic beak, the crossbow bolt on her wrist had already been fired. Her aim was excellent, and the distance was close; the small bolt struck the colorful chicken directly in the eye.

Before she could relax, another one flew down from the tree, this time heading straight for her. Her handmade crossbow was definitely no longer effective, so she gritted her teeth, drew the dagger strapped to her waist, dodged to the side, grabbed the chicken by the neck with her left hand, and stabbed it in with the dagger in her right hand.

The chicken beak tilted and pecked directly at her left shoulder, tearing off a piece of flesh. Chang Dongning didn't utter a sound or let go, but rolled over and pressed down on the chicken, her right hand constantly poking at the chicken's neck.

The chicken didn't let her off the hook either, pecking at her several times. By the time the genetic warriors arrived, the chicken's neck was almost severed.

Chang Dongning was covered in blood, his eyes fierce.

"Um, Miss Chang, are you alright?"

Chang Dongning shook his head, letting out a sigh of relief: "They should all be superficial injuries, nothing serious."

These colorful chickens aren't very strong fighters. Against genetically modified warriors, they're basically easy prey. When I was collecting them in the bean field before, no one had ever seen them in this area before. I never expected to find two nests perched high up in the trees.

There were two nests in total. When the soldiers discovered the first nest, they made a bit too much noise, which startled the second nest. Unfortunately, the second nest was in the oak tree behind Chang Dongning. After being startled, they scattered and fled, with two of them running in the direction she was heading.

Yan Xin glanced at it: "Luckily, the second one is a cub. We're lucky."

Chang Dongning twitched his lips. He really doesn't know how to talk. He's been poked so hard that he's got several bloody holes. Do you want this kind of luck?