Sword and Magic and Taxi

After taking a nap, Zhao Mai stretched vigorously, threw the little Mao Maogou off his shoulders, and lay sprawled on the ground humming. After some teasing with the fingers, the pup quieted down when it was put back on the shoulders, like a chick hiding under the wings of a hen.

Training starts tomorrow, take a good rest today. A squirrel blocked Zhao Mai's way with a note in its mouth. It wagged its big tail, looked straight at Zhao Mai with a pair of black bean-like eyes, and twitched its small beak. With a tacit understanding, Zhao Mai took a big acorn from the dried fruits piled up in the corner of the room. The squirrel hugged the acorn with both hands, filled its cheeks at once, nodded and ran away with a sound.

Being able to receive training is good news for Zhao Mai. Only with the power to protect himself can he go deep into the forest to find valuable treasures, and he can also go through the jungle to visit the town. Destiny gold coins will only appear in the form of various currencies. The old ranger only has daily necessities at home, so I am afraid that he will not store coins and the like.

The training of a real ranger is very attractive to a modern person. Even if soldiers use firearms, in many cases, fighting with cold weapons is more passionate. The wilderness of the fantasy world is truly a primitive place full of beasts. Being able to survive in this environment for many years is far more powerful than all kinds of explorers.

Even Mr. Pei hasn't skinned a Chimera, has he? Zhao Mai did it. The crocodile may be the limit of Mr. Pei's hand-to-hand combat ability, right? I don't know what kind of beast Carl has killed. If I can go back with a piece of dragon skin, I don't know if I can shock the world.

Thinking of this, Zhao Mai was taken aback suddenly, and a good idea came to his mind. Even if you don't focus on things like gold, silver and gems, it may be easier to make a profit by bringing some living creatures back. Not to mention dragon eggs and the like, bringing a griffin egg back to hatch is definitely priceless. The millionaires scramble to build bigger yachts, but who can own a Gryphon?

But let alone dragons, even griffins are not easy to deal with. Without strong personal force, it can only be an action of delivering dinner. Zhao Mai weighed it. His current force can't even beat a war horse, and he ranks last among the carnivores in the entire ranger territory. Oh, that's not right, it should rank better than the puppy on my shoulder.

It doesn't matter if you don't have enough force now, after all, I haven't received training in this area since I was a child, so I just seize the opportunity and work hard to improve. If you want to practice physical fitness, you need to keep up with nutrition. Meat seems to be sufficient, but the coarse salt is really not swallowable.

It is a kind of kindness that the old ranger can teach himself, and kindness should be returned with kindness. Anyway, there is nothing to do this afternoon, it is better to cook salt.

He climbed down a level from the tree and told Karl and Solu the idea. The old ranger smiled and nodded, encouraging him to do it, but the orc had an expression of I don't believe it. He didn't want to help either, and ran out after a few words with Carl.

No wonder they didn't believe it, because salt as fine as flour can only be found in elves, and other races only eat coarse salt. This is mainly because the elves' bodies are relatively slender, and they are not as strong as dwarves' bodies for toxin tolerance, so they can eat coarse salt without any problem. Because they need strict detoxification, the best fine salt of the elves is processed by special magic, and the inferior ones also need complex alchemy. People of other races want to know the secrets of elves, but they have found nothing for hundreds of years.

Ranger Karl knew that there was a salt mine in Nebo Town, and he dug well salt from the deep underground, crushed it and sold it in all directions. That kind of salt already has less impurities and can be sold for five gold coins per pound. What is the concept? The price of basic and high-grade silver ore is equal, which is 250 times the price of potatoes of the same weight.

And that's just kosher salt. There is no standard price for the fine alchemy salt of the elves, but a small amount of it appears in a luxury auction. The magic of the elves can leak secrets, and the technology of fine salt alchemy has not been stolen, so Karl doesn't quite believe that Mike can really make fine salt. He thought that this young man could at most improve the taste of salt and cover up the bitterness.

To him, it's child's play and just needs encouragement. So when Zhao Mai held Ci Hai and kept asking him for some tools, he smiled and was satisfied. Nothing out of the ordinary: a few pots, pots, firewood, and chunks of rock salt dug out of a cave.

These rock salt villagers don't eat much. Carl eats this kind of salt mainly to save money. He watched Zhao Mai crush rock salt and grind it into powder with stones-although the particles were completely uneven. Then these salt powders were thrown into the pot and stirred while cooking, turning into a yellow-brown cloudy liquid.

Take off the T-shirt, fold it up, and use it as a primitive filter. Cloudy liquids can become clearer.

Wash the clothes and do it again, the condition of the liquid can be better, but it has almost reached the limit. The following work requires the help of charcoal powder. After filtering again this time, the liquid became clear and transparent.

All that remains is to evaporate the water, leaving pure salt at the bottom of the pot. This is definitely not as good as the refined salt produced by a large amount of industry, and there is still some light brown in the snow white.

Twist it with your fingers and taste it, there is no irritating feeling. If you can use decent gauze and better quality charcoal, maybe you can continue to improve the quality of salt.

A fist-sized piece of coarse salt turned into half a bowl of fine salt, and Zhao Mai took it to find the old ranger Karl. The old man was holding a purplish hardwood in the tree hole and kept looking at it. His fingers stroked the rough surface back and forth, as if he was feeling the power hidden under the surface of the wood.

Look, I made salt. Zhao Mai respectfully put the pottery bowl in front of the old man. Karl always gave him the feeling of an old man at home, with a special closeness in his demeanor, so he unconsciously carried the respect that juniors have for elders.

The old ranger glanced at the pottery bowl, and his eyes suddenly widened. He put down the hardwood, dipped three fingers in a pinch of salt, and tasted it on his tongue. The pure salty taste fills the mouth, without the bitterness and sourness of coarse salt. He hadn't tasted the fine alchemical salt of the elves, so he couldn't make a comparison. But because the salt came from Mike, he simply thought it was the best salt in the world.

You did a great job! He praised, and suddenly thought that the other party still couldn't fully understand. Golarion's gesture of complimenting the other party is to put up the middle finger, because this is the longest finger and the most prominent. So he pointed his middle finger at Zhao Mai.

Looking at the smiling expression on the old man's face, Zhao Mai knew that he was not scolding himself. After bringing in the dictionary and asking for clarification, his mood was not so weird. In our place, thumbs up is a compliment, because thumbs are the thickest.

Finally, both parties understood, and Karl gave him a thumbs up. Then the bowl of salt was put aside, and he began to explain the training in a slow tone and simple words.

Zhao Mai was very anxious, and kept asking how much the fine salt he made could be sold for. The old man didn't answer, and only after being asked many times, he raised his eyebrows and slapped Zhao Mai on the head.

If you don't have the ability to survive, what's the use of gold coins? If you carry too much gold on your back, your spine will be bent. He not only said it, but also wrote this sentence on paper. After Zhao Mai understood, he touched his beaten part again, as if to comfort him.

Zhao Mai originally wanted to say, Sometimes a hero is hard-pressed to die by a penny, but he also knew that the old ranger had good intentions. Since it's a good intention, don't destroy it. He put aside the matter of fine salt and learned the vocabulary related to battle first.