When Xuan came to find Meng Yuqing, Meng Yuqing was making jars for pickling pickles out of clay.
After more than a month of hard practice, his skill in making things improved and they were no longer made into strange shapes like before.
Seeing Xuan walking towards him, he immediately raised his hand and greeted Xuan, "Xuan! Didn't you go with Xia to do things today?"
After saying that, he looked at his hands full of mud and suddenly remembered what Ruya and the other three had said about Xuan not liking mud, so he immediately retracted his hands.
"Father Beast said that the orcs who followed us out to suppress the roving orcs can rest for three days and then participate in the tribe's affairs normally after that."
Xuan didn't pay attention to Meng Yuqing's little action. He walked over and squatted beside him. "What are you pinching again? It looks a little different from the previous shape."
Meng Yuqing lowered his head and continued his work, "A jar, for pickling vegetables."
He didn't plan to ask Xuan to join him in the fight.
"Pickled vegetables?" Xuan's eyes were filled with doubt. "New food?"
"It's either new food, or we process the wild vegetables we picked so they can be preserved for longer."
"Just like you told my father before that drying bamboo shoots can prolong their storage?" Xuan reached out and took a ball of clay and began to shape it like Meng Yuqing did. "Let me help you."
As he pinched it, he recalled the night they discovered the bamboo shoots, when Yu Qing said that the bamboo shoots could be preserved for a long time after being processed.
After that, Yafu led the collection team to collect bamboo shoots for many days in a row, and stored them all according to this method to prepare for eating in winter.
When Meng Yuqing saw him pick up a lump of clay and start to knead it, his eyes suddenly widened and his hands stopped moving.
Could it be that Ruya and the others were deceiving themselves? That was unlikely.
Or has Xuan changed his character?
He won’t suddenly come back to beat me up when he remembers this later, right?
Thinking of this, he looked down at his arms and legs. If he were to fight in his original world, he would definitely not be afraid.
But in this world, he couldn't help but doubt that if Qiu Ye got serious, he might not be able to beat him.
Not to mention Xuan, I couldn't even move because he held me down with one hand.
He stared at Xuan in a daze.
Xuan was puzzled by his gaze, his ears turned red, and his hands that were kneading clay paused slightly, and he said in some confusion.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like that? Did I pinch you wrongly?"
"No, it's okay." Meng Yuqing shook his head decisively and continued with the work in his hands.
After a long while, he couldn't help himself and called out softly, "Xuan."
"Yes, I'm here." Xuan lowered his head, and the clay in his hand had been molded into the prototype of a jar.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"you say."
Meng Yuqing carefully observed Xuan's expression. "Just now, Ruya and the others told me that you don't like mud sticking to you, right?"
He watched Xuan's every move.
When Xuan heard this, he suddenly stopped moving.
Meng Yuqing moved to the side without leaving a trace.
Xuan's eyes were a little erratic, and he answered vaguely, "Well... I don't like the beast form. It was all when I was a kid."
Meng Yuqing understood, that's right, it was normal for him to be ignorant and love to fight and play when he was a child, and he must not be so childish now that he has grown up.
Meng Yuqing nodded, feeling his logic was sound. He decided not to dwell on it anymore and turned to another topic. "If we want to pickle a large amount of wild vegetables, we'll need a lot of salt. Do we have enough salt in the tribe?"
He carefully looked at the salt used by the tribe and found that it was rock salt.
"Are you worried that the tribe has no salt? Don't worry about that. Our tribe is very powerful and we will not be short of salt." When talking about business, Xuan's expression was a little serious.
"It's not a question of whether there is a shortage or not. We really need a lot of salt, much more than we usually use." Salt is a very important commodity. He didn't know whether the tribe had enough salt to make large quantities of pickled vegetables and bacon.
"How much?" Xuan looked at him in surprise.
"Hmm... I can't really explain it. Anyway, the more the better. When the temperature drops in the fall, the beasts you hunt can be processed and stored for the winter. You don't have to worry about them spoiling before winter."
Hearing Meng Yuqing say this, Xuan's expression became much more serious than before.
Food preservation before winter is their biggest headache. They can catch many wild animals, but whether the meat can be preserved until the first snow falls is a big problem.
"How about this, I'll take you to see the salt in our tribe." He thought carefully and said to Meng Yuqing.
"Okay, I have another way to make salt. I won't let the tribe run out of salt."
If the tribe's source of salt is unstable and the quantity is small, let Xuan take him out to find the sea or salt lake.
"Can salt be made?" Xuan asked curiously.
Meng Yuqing nodded in affirmation, "If there's a sea or a salt lake, it can be made."
"Can you explain it in detail?" Xuan thought for a while and said to Meng Yuqing, you can never have too much salt.
This question actually caught Meng Yuqing's attention. He thought for a while and picked out a few of the most obvious characteristics of the sea and said.
"It's very salty water, and there's a lot of it. Big rivers are like small streams in front of the sea, and the water in some lakes is also salty. If anyone in the tribe knows of such a place, please tell me so I can see if I can make salt there."
It would be best if we could find a salt mine. Salt is hard currency, and it is easy to carry and trade after it is mined. You can bring the salt back to the tribe and then find a secluded place to do the purification slowly.
Moreover, if there is a stable way to obtain salt, it may be possible to attract some small tribes to join the Qingshan tribe.
Xuan thought about it seriously, "There's no such place near the tribe, nor near the Stonehorn Tribe or the Water Forest Tribe. I'll ask Fei when the time comes to see if he knows about it. There are also the old orcs in the tribe. They've lived long enough, so maybe they'll know too."
"Okay, how does our tribe get its salt? Can you tell me?"
Talking about this, Meng Yuqing suddenly remembered that he knew the tribe had salt, but he had never asked where the salt came from.
He didn't dare ask others, but if the other person was Xuan, it should be okay to ask.
"There's nothing inconvenient to say. Our tribe has a salt cave with a lot of salt rocks. I heard from my father that it has been used for more than ten years and the amount hasn't decreased at all. We don't have to go out to exchange salt and we always have enough salt to eat."
Oh no!
After listening to Xuan's words, Meng Yuqing suddenly raised his head and looked at Xuan. With a force, he directly crushed the clay that was almost formed in his hands.
Xuan gave him an innocent yet puzzled look, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay." He lowered his head expressionlessly, adjusted the deformed clay in his hands, and complained secretly in his heart.
Sorry to bother you. I thought about so many random things, but I didn’t expect that you are actually hidden rich people. I am short-sighted.
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