my angel

Chapter 9 On the Importance of Salt

"Prickly ash, star anise, cinnamon, orange peel, fennel, ginger, garlic, is there any more?"

The old lady shook her head, obviously not wanting to give it.

When He Qinghuan went in, he rummaged through the corners of the witch doctor, and brought all the antiseptic spices that could be used for seasoning.

The old lady: "You can't take it. If you don't have it, how can you treat the tribe's illness?"

"I'll ask them to pick them tomorrow. They have to use them today. I don't have any salt or spices. These things will all go bad!"

The old lady saw that he put all the spices in the stone bowl very forcefully, smashed them all with a semi-circular stone, and turned them into powder.

He smashed two bowls, smeared and touched all the viscera, chopped them up, stuffed them into the stomach pouch and intestines, tied the mouth with twine, and tied it tightly.

Finally, use the plant's spikes to pierce the full and bulging intestines and deflate them.

The warriors over there took advantage of the fact that it was still dark, and under the guidance of Bai Fucheng, built a rectangular smoker with a height of half a man.

He Qinghuan praised him: "If there are sensible people to help, hurry up. Otherwise, these intestines will be finished."

When the warriors saw that the envoy was holding food that he had never seen before, they all gathered around to look at it.

He Qinghuan said: "You can eat it after seven days."

The warriors went home for dinner with great anticipation.

He Qinghuan and Bai Fucheng hung the intestines and stomach pouches on the branches of the trees on the smoker, covered them with the branches, then covered the reed mats woven by the women, and finally covered them with leaves and pasted them with mud, leaving two holes. Cigarette mouth.

Light a fire in the ground, cover it with green leaves of masson pine and cypress, and smoke it.

Go back to the witch doctor's tent and eat.

Now the number of people eating in the witch doctor's tent has increased to five people, which is very crowded.

When eating, the patriarch said: "The patriarch of the Big Bear Tribe, you can pitch a tent in our camp, and you can leave after An Dong is well. "

"No, we're fine here, and I don't dislike the small place.",

You don't dislike it, but others dislike you for being superfluous, okay?

The patriarch had no choice but to continue to eat with his head down.

He Qinghuan asked, "Where can we get salt?"

The patriarch said: "There is a big lake on the other side of this mountain. The big lake is an unlucky place, because there is nothing there.

Not a single fish, not a single blade of grass, so we had nothing to go anywhere.

The lake is haunted by cannibals, and the cannibals are tough, but they have salt. "

Because the cannibals have a bad temper, they sometimes eat people from other tribes when they catch them, so changing the salt is really dangerous.

If you have enough food, it can be exchanged for you. If you have no food, then you are their food.

He Qinghuan felt that it was very dangerous, so he turned to Bai Fucheng and asked, "Have you been here for so long to solve the salt problem?"

The patriarch glanced at him, then at Bai Fucheng, thinking, this is a tribal secret.

"Our tribe has a large number of people, and each time we send a hundred warriors to cook for ourselves."

The patriarch looked puzzled: Cook?what to cook

"Is there a lot of salt? Give us some."

"Okay, but what do you use in exchange?"

He Qinghuan paused.

The patriarch said, "What do you want in exchange?"

Bai Fucheng said: "Look, your clan only has a hundred people and fifty warriors, so it's not safe to go hunting.

There are saber-toothed tigers, giant wolves, and white bears outside, and you won't be able to catch the prey you eat.

Because you have not had enough food for a long time, and your physical fitness is not as strong as ours.

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Now we can also make salt, and we have more strength to eat salt.

So, patriarch, please consider carefully whether you want to join our nation, so that you don't have to worry about salt anymore. "

The patriarch vetoed it: "No, our clan has a god-given envoy, and good days are just around the corner. :"

After the envoy came for two days, everyone's life improved, and more prey were caught, all because of the good luck brought by the envoy.

Bai Fucheng said: "The envoy is the envoy of your tribe. But, think about it, if we are all together.

Becoming a larger tribe means more gains and more security guarantees.

There is great power in numbers. "

Bai Fucheng added: "The envoy and I are still fellow villagers."

Dashan stared blankly at the witch doctor, but the witch doctor didn't express his opinion.

Since the Big Bear Tribe changed its patriarch three years ago, it has developed strongly and is already the largest tribe in the vicinity.

I heard that except for the starvation deaths in the first two years, no one died last winter, not even frail old people or babies.

Every winter, when the weather is cold and you can't go out, there is a shortage of food every day, and eating a little something a day will eliminate a lot

The wounded, the sick, the weak, and babies.

Dashan has been working hard to lead the warriors to hunt last year, and five old people and babies died before spring came.

But the patriarch doesn't want his Gaoshan tribe to be annexed like this. It's spring and there is still a whole year to hunt.

So the patriarch disagreed with the alliance, but he couldn't beat the Big Bear Tribe.

The witch doctor had a lively mind and said, "Let's talk about this tomorrow, let's have dinner first."

Bai Fucheng has dealt with primitive people a lot, and he knows that most of them are dead, besides what he wants to do, what do you want him to do is difficult.

But one thing is very simple, that is, to eat.

Tired from doing too much work during the day, He Qinghuan lay in her sleeping bag and wrote a diary.

Make up for yesterday.

May [-]th: On the first day of crossing, An Dong and Shitou were rescued. At night, they caught chickens and drew happy little red hearts.

May [-]: Got to know Bai Fucheng, repaired the toilet and smoker.

Bai Fucheng stretched his neck to read: "Your diary is not as good as a primary school student."

He Qinghuan rolled his eyes: "There is no paper here, let alone a notebook.

When I run out, there will be no more. Of course, I have to use it carefully. "

Put it away, "By the way, how do you wipe your butt after you finish studying?"

Bai Fucheng smiled obscenely: "Are you running out of toilet paper too?"

He Qinghuan turned her head and acquiesced.

"When there are big leaves in summer, use the leaves; in winter, when there are no leaves, use wood chips and scrape them."

He Qinghuan grinned, evil.

Bai Fucheng said: "Hey, don't feel disgusted, the emperors in ancient times used bamboo slices, wash them after use, and use them next time.

But people use high-quality agarwood, camphor wood, and sandalwood.

There are also elegant calligraphy and paintings on it. "

He Qinghuan still felt uncomfortable.

"I'll polish one for you when I have time to make sure it's smooth and not punctured."

Bai Fucheng said in a low voice, he couldn't help imagining the plot of He Qinghuan using the wood chips he polished.

"Go away, I'll figure it out on my own." You put everything on your face, okay?wretched.

"I'm so tired today."

"Tomorrow, I will find a way to get salt and paper."

The two of them lay down and fell asleep.

An Dong's big eyes murmured in the dark night to look at his father, and then at the envoy, his father and the envoy had a great chat.

Dad had never had such a good conversation with anyone before.

I fell asleep in a daze.

The next day, the hooves of sheep, deer, and roe deer in the stone pot were all soft and rotten.

But there is no instant noodle seasoning, because last night I made smoked sausage in one pot.

Without seasoning, even the best mountain delicacies can't be swallowed.

He Qinghuan said: "We must get salt today."

The patriarch said: "Let's get more prey today, and change the salt tomorrow."

There have been too many things recently, one after another.

"No need to change, I know how to make salt."

"Really? Great." That way we don't have to ask other tribes.

The patriarch said happily: "I will send twenty warriors to go with you."

"But we're going to have a look at that ominous lake first."

The witch doctor said: "It's not safe over there. The lake is very permeable, and there are cannibal tribes controlling it."

can not go. "

"Approximately how many cannibal tribes are there?"

"The population is about the same as ours."

"Then they can't see the whole lake."

"If you can't see it, you can't go. Wait until I bring back the prey and then change it."

The patriarch finished his tasteless meal and left.

He Qinghuan took Bai Fucheng to a secluded place: "Have you been to that place?"

"Being there, that's where we boiled the salt."

"Ah. Understood, how about the purity?"

"The purity is not good, it is too unpalatable, bitter and astringent."

"You haven't purified."

"How to purify? The more boiled, the more bitter."

"It's because you cooked it for too long. There's a secret in it." He Qinghuan looked at Bai Fucheng with a proud smile.

Bai Fucheng looked at him resentfully, "Technology is awesome."

The two looked at each other for a while: "Cooperation?"

"Okay, cooperate"