From Chief to Ball

After walking for about an hour, everyone passed through the canyon, and their eyes suddenly opened up, and Chen Jian was also shocked by all the things in front of him.

This is a huge valley, a small stream falls from the rock wall, forming a small waterfall, winding westward, no one knows where it is going.

There are few plants on the land of hundreds of meters, forming a deep pit valley, which forms a conspicuous contrast with the emerald green peaks when you look up.About a few hundred acres, there is no green, and several animals are licking the saline-alkali soil on the ground.

The soil on the ground is light red, extending a thousand kilometers to the north, and out of the deep pit is a hill full of various plants, thriving.

The canyon behind him seems to be connected to the gate of life and death, but this deep pit is only the hell of death. Such a disparity in contrast is far beyond Chen Jian's imagination.

It seems that apart from the presence of salt, the weird terrain is also the reason why the clansmen gather here. This is something they can't understand, why there is such a big difference across a canyon.

Therefore, even though there are often animals here to lick the soil, no tribe chooses to live here, which should be out of a kind of worship of nature.

I reached out and grabbed a handful of soil and licked it in my mouth. It was salty and bitter.

The Songhe tribe came from afar, and had never been to this place before. They looked at the reddish land with some fear, and didn't know why they came here.

The injured clansman still had a fever, Song was concerned about this.

"Jian, can this save him?"

Chen Jian didn't answer, but asked Langpi to collect some firewood in the distance, and Song didn't ask any more.

I found a big bluestone, cleaned it, and asked the women to chop the willow leaves and willow bark.

Willow bark and leaves contain salicylic acid, a close relative of aspirin that can seriously irritate the stomach when eaten unprocessed.

Salicylic acid can reduce fever and pain.At least once the fever is gone, the body's own immune mechanism will work more quickly, and the chance of survival will be greater.

Put willow bark and leaves into clay pots, boil them with water, let them cool down, and then drink them for the feverish clansman. The bitter taste is unbearable, and soon the stomach twitches due to the stimulation, humming non-stop, and the face is a little bit distortion.

Song kept pressing his forehead to the faces of the clansmen to test the temperature. Chen Jian knew that it would take a while for the effect to take place, but he didn't stop it.

With a few people, they took the bones and found a place to dig, and the soil below gradually became hard.

Chen Jian squeezed a piece and looked at it. There were some salt crystals deposited in white flowers, mixed with the sand.

It was already difficult to continue digging the bones, but Chen Jian knew that there should be lumps of salt underneath, so he filled a clay pot with water and poured it down into the dug hole.

The melted brine and sediment mixed together, making it extremely turbid, and gradually insoluble salts precipitated below.

After dipping a little bit with my hands, the salty ones are already bitter, and the concentration of salt is saturated.

All that remains is to wait for clarification and sedimentation.

During the long wait, Song suddenly shouted excitedly, and ran towards Chen Jian excitedly.

"He's not hot anymore!"

Chen Jian walked over to touch it, and the fever had indeed subsided, the medicine had taken effect, and the hanging heart was relieved.

Standing beside the clansman, Song continued to say some ridiculous comforting words, constantly thanking the ancestors for their protection.

I finally believed in my heart that I and my clansmen would also be protected by the ancestors, and the blood flowing in my body was really the same!

Chen Jian also comforted a few words, returned to the pit, took out the clarified salt water from a jar, put it on the fire and grilled it, carefully watching the bottom of the jar.

There are halogen salts in brine, although the content is not high, but if all of them are boiled dry, then such salt is poisonous.

Yang Bailao died by drinking brine, he didn't want to repeat the tragedy.

Fortunately table salt is less soluble, while those brine salts are more soluble.When half of the water in the jar is left, a layer of white crystals has precipitated underneath, which is table salt.

Now there is no need to consider efficiency, so Chen Jian asked the tribe to pour out the remaining half of the water in several jars.Those bittern salts were all dissolved in the water. He didn't know the content of the bittern salt here, so he didn't dare to take risks.

Each jar got a layer of salt, not too much, but pure.Those bittern salts were thrown away together with the water.

Several pots were dried with fire, and the white salt grains were scraped out.

The clansmen looked at this pure white thing in amazement, and thought of the snowflakes they saw when it was cold. They touched it with their hands, but it was neither cold nor melted.

"Salt."

Chen Jian gave the name, and the clansmen dipped a little with their hands and sucked it in their mouths, with a happy glow on their faces.

Salty, but no more bitter taste!

After learning the method, the clansmen got busy one after another. Chen Jian said that he would bring back these snowflake-like salts to the clansmen, so that they would not have to lick those bitter stones.

Grab a handful of dry salt, dissolve in another pot, and after boiling, add some willow water.

Wipe off the honey on the wound of the injured clansman, and find a stick for the clansman to bite in his mouth, otherwise the tongue may be bitten off when the wound is cleaned later.

Song watched from the side, and Chen Jian tested the temperature until it dropped to fifty or sixty degrees.This temperature does not cause much harm to people, but it has a killing effect on bacteria that are inflamed and suppurated.

As for the pain, it must be unbearable, but it is better than death.

After pouring water on the wound, the clansman arched his body immediately, his face was suddenly covered with bead-sized beads of sweat, he groaned, all the veins on his neck popped out, and his eyes widened.

The bull-like power was uncontrollable, and several people couldn't hold it back. The severe pain of convulsions was beyond human's tolerance, and the wooden stick in his mouth was clucking loudly from being bitten.

Song Leng was caught by the other party's hand unexpectedly, and he clenched his hand into a ball with extraordinary strength. He gritted his teeth in pain, but he comforted his clansmen that he would get better soon.

The unbearable pain lasted for about 3 minutes, and when the people almost fainted from the pain, it finally stopped.

The wound was washed with boiled water, and the juice of wild chrysanthemum and wormwood was applied. The cool, numb feeling replaced the severe pain, and a layer of honey was applied on it.

With such a set, the chance of surviving is much higher.This is also the best effort Chen Jian can make in this era.More, it is the desire to survive by the tribe.

When the night came, the injured person had stabilized, no longer had a fever, the wound did not continue to deteriorate, and he even had some appetite.

After a busy afternoon, I collected four earthen pots of salt, which was extremely inefficient, but Chen Jian was already quite satisfied.

God treats me well, this area is very good, in the future when the tribe moves to the plains, it must be controlled here.

After the beginning of primitive agriculture, the role of salt will become more and more important. Today, blood and meat can be used to supplement salt, but grains will be the staple food in the future.

With the availability of salt and the discovery of undomesticated food crops, Chen Jian finally settled down.

When he was deep in thought, Song came over and asked, "Is this the protection of the ancestors?"

"Yes. The ancestors will not tell us directly, but tell us through the beasts. When the beasts are sick, they will eat different grasses and lick their own wounds. This is the guidance of the ancestors."

Song looked back at the surviving clansman, feeling hard to calm down.

"Jian, other people's wounds can be cleaned like this, right?"

"Yes."