Quick Transmigration: The Harvest God, I'm Very Busy

Chapter 391 Primitive Farming Records (58)

In fact, all the daily necessities in the space are complete, but Qinghun didn't take out the scissors. Sometimes when I think about it, she depends on the space, except for food, it is really almost nothing, and it is used as a storage space.

He took out the animal skin, drew a scissors, went to Uncle Kai, and told him about the sewing request. Uncle Kai thought it was delicate work, and asked her to pick it up in two days. Qinghun reluctantly returned home. .

After thinking about it, I decided to use a bone knife. Fortunately, the bone knife is sharp. Although it is not as convenient as scissors to cut cloth, it is still usable.

After cutting the linen, Qinghun was not in a hurry to sew. Instead, he put the jam made from the fruits exchanged in the trading area into the kiln, then started to cook the broth, and cut some fresh meat slices, planning to After Feng Lie came back, he used a pan to brown some meat slices. He was really tired from the journey, so he ate early and went to bed early.

When Feng Lie came back, he saw that she had packed the things in the house clean and tidy.

From his appearance, Qinghun knew the result of this trip to the trading area, and Wu and Chief Yan were very satisfied.

Only then did Feng Lie ask about the Ice Clan.

Qinghun said: "I promised that before the high priest, they will come to participate in the big trade fair, and we will exchange salt for their tribe's elixir, bone utensils, jerky meat and skins of fierce beasts and other goods."

Feng Lie: ...

When did our tribe produce salt?I do not know how?At the trade fair a few days ago, we just exchanged salt with others.

The little cub actually dares to fool an ice bear. Why doesn't she go to heaven?
Feng Lie didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Qinghun gave her uncle a blank look: "Why am I lying to others? Is that uncle from the Ice tribe a person who can be deceived? Besides, what people say, he also helped us with the affairs of the Black Mountain tribe. How could it be the kind of deceiving child that uncle thought?"

I'm an honest baby.

"So, before the high priest, where did you get salt to trade with the Ice Race?"

While grilling the meat, Qinghun said calmly: "Of course I can get the salt before I dare to promise Uncle Ice Bear. But I can't do it alone. Uncle, take a rest for two days. You and Wu can discuss it and take me to the beach." Well. We can’t find salt mines near here, but in the sea, I have a way to get better salt than the salt tribe."

Feng Lie's pupils shrank.

Salt!

Better Salt than Salt Family's Salt!
To the tribe, salt is more precious than food and represents life.

If there was salt, would so many people of the Jiushan people die of hunger every year?

With salt, one can survive the long winter without food, and with salt, it means wealth.

You know, every year when he exchanges the rations and animal skins of his tribe for salt, his heart bleeds.

Feng Lie's voice was a little anxious: "Really? Can Jiushan also have its own salt?"

Qinghun nodded.

It is not impossible for her to find a salt mine, but obviously, sea salt is cheaper and more convenient to produce.

Underground salt mines are really not so easy to mine.

If you can't find rock salt and only have salt brine, you still have to boil the salt, which is very troublesome.

Now that you know the location of the sea, you can go to the seaside to lead the salt fields to dry the salt.

And when this started, all she needed was her uncle taking her to the beach.

Although I don't know if there will be large sea beasts near the coast, Qinghun believes that as long as you are careful, there will be no problem in basking in the salt fields.

"Find the sea and I'll get salt."

Feng Lie got Wu's order, so he didn't ask much, and immediately stood up: "I'll go to Wu. No, you go with me."

Qing Hun looked at the half-roasted meat in the flat-bottomed stone pot and the broth boiling in the stone pot, so he said, "When I finish roasting the meat, I'll give it to Wu to taste."

The broth or something, anyway, it’s on fire, the broth will be ready after the firewood is burned, and it won’t be cold after a while, so don’t worry about it.

Although Feng Lie was very anxious, he still waited patiently for her to roast the meat and put it in a wooden box before going to the witch's place.

Wu originally smelled the smell of meat, and there was a little smile on his face. Not to mention, these days, when Tianqing was absent, Wu felt that everything he ate tasted bad. He didn't expect that just after the boy came back, he would make barbecue for him and send it to him.

When Qinghun handed the wooden box to Wu, Wu took a look at the golden and buttery fried meat, his eyes were full of satisfaction, Feng Lie was so anxious that he didn't dare to interrupt Wu's enjoyment of the food.

It wasn't until Wu had eaten a few slices of meat that the old man wiped his hands and asked with a smile: "Why do you come to me? I don't believe that you uncle and nephew came here just to bring me barbecue."

Feng Lie held back for a long time, finally had a chance to speak, and hurriedly said: "Wu, you said, she can make salt."

The smile on Wu's face fell, and he looked at Qinghun steadfastly, until Qinghun nodded, Wu thought for a while, and then said slowly: "Do you know what salt will bring to the tribe?"

Qinghun said in a deep voice: "In addition to wealth, food, life, there are also disasters."

A little smile appeared in Wu Wu's eyes, but it quickly faded away: "So, what are you going to do?"

"At least for a few years, the salt we produce cannot be traded with other tribes. We even need to go to the trade fair to trade a small amount of salt and come back to cover it up. When our Jiushan tribe grows, others will know about it, and it will be okay. , their only choice at that time was to use their best dried meat and animal skins to trade with us. And with salt, we can store animal meat better, and with food, we can feed more people. More tribesmen. Let more cubs awaken, let the warriors grow stronger, and improve their levels faster."

Wu didn't say yes or no, but asked her: "Is it because salt is too precious at the trade fair, so we want our tribe to produce salt ourselves, or is it for other reasons?"

Qinghun thought for a while, and said: "There are reasons for this, and I think the ice tribe also needs salt. They are special tribes and will not leave the snowfield. So, I want to exchange salt for their best beast meat, Animal skins, elixir, bone utensils. The advantage of trading with the Ice Tribe is that they will not be interested in our Jiushan Tribe, they will only be interested in salt. In order to conduct long-term transactions with us, the Ice Tribe will definitely compare We prefer to keep the matter of trading salt a secret. When we gradually become stronger, we don’t have to worry about other clans robbing us of our Nine Mountains. Wu, this is what I think.”

Wu was silent for a longer time this time, but instead of blaming Qinghun, he asked the most crucial question: "Where do you get the salt?"

Qinghun smiled and said: "Sea, the sea you have been to, the water in the sea, you said, is salty. I have a way to draw salt from the sea. It is better salt than the salt tribe. Wu, please believe me."

"Want to go to the beach? What do you want to do?"

"Two days off, let my uncle take me to the seaside to check first. If good salt can be produced, Jieshi will ask my uncle to go back to the clan and arrange soldiers to fetch salt back."

The attraction of salt is so great that even the shaman, who is usually as indifferent as a fairy, cannot refuse Qinghun's proposal. (first update)
(End of this chapter)