Chief don't slap in the face

"Fool, it's because of your wisdom that I can save all this money!"

Xia Lingyue reached out and rubbed her brother's hair.

Other families, even if they have a strong labor force and work hard, they just fill their stomachs, but my family is different. My younger brother dared to go out of the city alone since he was a child, and he always brought back things that others didn't know.

Xia Ye shook his head. He liked to read books since he was a child, not to mention living in an age of knowledge explosion. He could become a learned man with just a touch of a finger.

Due to the destruction of the world and the breakdown of civilization, the common sense in the past has long been submerged in the long river of time. Others dare not touch crabs and sea urchins when they see them, and they don’t know how to eat them. Xia Ye can easily catch a basketful.

Relying on his rich knowledge of survival in the wild, although he doesn't have to worry about starving to death, it is absolutely impossible to save so much money, so Xia Ye will never forget the back of his sister sitting in the yard polishing the arrows under the moonlight.

You must know that with a skilled worker like my sister, it takes more than a month to polish a thousand arrow clusters, and these can only be exchanged for one knife coin!

"But it's not enough. A tribe needs five basic buildings. We only have the Altar of Ancestors and the Altar of Heroes. The rest of the Tower of Dominion, the Tower of Spring Water, and the Tower of Vitality are gone!"

Summer Moon calculated with his fingers how much it would cost to buy it.

"Don't worry about it, I can go grab it and use it to support it!"

Xia Ye comforted.

As long as you take down other people's tribes and dismantle the tower, you can move resources such as cores and keels back for your own use.

"What nonsense?"

Xia Lingyue rolled her eyes: "Let's not talk about heroes, you don't even have soldiers, what are you going to use to tear down other people's towers? I'm afraid you can't even climb over the fence?"

"The boat is naturally straight when it reaches the bridge. Maybe I can find a few soldiers in the Fengjing ruins!"

Xia Ye is not in a hurry. In this era, there is a naturally existing 'building' that can produce soldiers. For example, in some places where the wind is often blowing, there will be wind caves, which can produce storm soldiers.

Capture a storm soldier and make a lot of money. If you can transplant the wind point into the tribe, it will be a lot of money, because in time, you will get a storm soldier.

The Molten Soldiers of the Xia Tribe, even in Zhao Guozhong, are ranked first, and have always been coveted by the chiefs of the tribes.

"We still have to make money!"

Xia Lingyue sighed with emotion, her eyes fell on the charcoal, she shook her head, no, it has no technical content, and there is no means of keeping it secret. It may be imitated after a few days of selling it.

Besides, even if a large batch is hoarded and sold together, this is not a necessary material for life. If the poor spend money to buy this, they would rather go into the mountains to cut firewood by themselves.

noble?Their first thought must be how to find out how to burn charcoal!

"Selling charcoal is no good. Don't forget, the nearby mountains and forests belong to Patriarch Xia. It's no problem for everyone to chop some firewood and boil water for cooking. But if you cut down on a large scale, you'll be caught by the Xia family and hanged on the execution ground." !"

Seeing her sister's eyes, Xia Ye couldn't help teasing.

"Actually, even if I can do it, I won't do it. The charcoal production rate is too low. I can't make much money after working hard all day!"

"The Charcoal Seller" by Bai Juyi, a layman in Xiangshan, is a must-read in middle school textbooks. Xia Ye doesn't want to be a miserable charcoal seller.

"Then sell salt!"

Xia Lingyue gritted her teeth, and her eyes fell on a piece of smoked ham hanging in the corner of the room.

Salt is a necessity of life, so it has always been sold very expensive, but I have never bought a grain of salt, because my younger brother always brings back a bamboo tube of salt every time he goes to the wild.

Xia Lingyue couldn't help being curious, so she went to see it.

It was an abandoned salt field, and many people knew about it, but no one ever ate it, because the salt lumps smashed from the walls of the salt cave were too bitter, and eating too much would kill people.

The younger brother got a bamboo tube, stuffed some charcoal, tied several layers of linen, threw the salt lumps in the water, removed the sundries, and then poured them into the bamboo tube.

He said it was called filtering, and after seven or eight times of the same process, the resulting water was boiled in a stone pot, leaving behind a layer of particles.

It is smooth and fine, and when you twist it with your fingers, the tactile sensation is simply intoxicating. After the summer moon has tasted it, you can no longer eat the salt from the market.

"Do you think we didn't die fast enough?"

Xia Ye is playing with the bronze sword. In any era, salt and iron are strategic materials. They are monopolized by the state and are the purse of those in power. If ordinary people touch them, there will be no place for death.

"Then sell less?"

Xia Lingyue sighed, and looked at the smoked ham hanging in the corner of the room. She also knew that the Xia tribe had fought with the Cao family for hundreds of years for a salt field, and many people died to occupy it. It is still the same now. Send heavy soldiers to guard against people who steal salt.

To make smoked ham, in order to prevent the meat from spoiling, a lot of salt is needed. Even nobles are reluctant to do so, but their family can hang two thick wild boar hind legs every winter.

The salt consumed alone is worth thousands of knives. Of course, the huge cost of buying salt can be regarded as a huge saving.

"Don't worry, I'm ready!"

Xia Ye smiled mysteriously: "Eat first!"

In this world, before there is no power to protect himself, Xia Ye has been carefully hiding himself, as long as he can eat enough, not to enjoy himself, but now, the time has come, he wants to start his own revenge plan, blood is sacrificed, and his father dies , These two accounts must be settled with the Xia family and King Zhao!

Chapter 5 Summer Field's Peach Blossom Land!

In the early morning of the next day, the rainy day that lasted for many days passed, so the sky was clear and white clouds curled up, and finally there was a hint of spring warmth!

"Do you really have to follow?"

Leaving Xiacheng, heading north, the sparse forest belt is becoming more and more luxuriant, the buds have been pulled out, climbing on the branches, the green is pleasing.

"You are so sure about what you said, of course I want to take a look!"

Xia Lingyue was so curious that his younger brother had to spend seven days to earn a thousand knives, which was simply an impossible task.

"Okay, but if you encounter danger, you run first and leave me alone!"

Xia Ye compromised and asked patiently.

Just after the wave of desolate beasts passed, the wilderness was not very safe, so few people could be seen on the road, and when entering the forest, there were even less people, not even a single ghost.

"how much longer?"

We set off before dawn, and we have already traveled a long way, but the summer moon is used to suffering, and we don't feel tired: "Huh? Wild grapes!"

Pushing aside the branches blocking the way, a large forest of wild grapes burst into view abruptly.

"Wow, why are there so many? If we wait until autumn, how many grapes can we harvest?"

Xia Lingyue trotted over, while carefully inspecting the growth, while muttering: "Mine, it's all mine!"

"It's all yours!"

Xia Ye stood leaning against a tree with a smile in his eyes.

"No, these vines are of different years, and there are not many weeds around them, obviously they have been pulled!"