Chapter 206 Boiling Salt

The seventh-generation witch and the seventh-generation witch established the Four Symbols. With the help of the two, the sixth-generation chief began to study the Eight Diagrams.

This road of exploration is bound to be long. The three began their research in winter, but until this summer, they still had not achieved any results.

Although the Eight Diagrams did not produce any results, a good news suddenly came.

The second wife of the sixth-generation chief, the witch from the Sand Tribe, was pregnant.

Upon hearing the news, the sixth-generation chief was very excited. Not only him, but also his first wife, the next-generation witch from the Wolf Tribe, was very happy.

She could not give birth due to physical reasons, but she always wanted to have a child with the sixth-generation chief. Although she did not do it, the witch from the Sand Tribe did it, and she was also very happy.

The family of three was overjoyed because of the arrival of a child. After a while of joy, the sixth-generation chief once again focused his attention on the study of the Eight Diagrams.

He was able to let go of things at home because of the kindness of his first wife.

Not only did she not envy the sixth-generation chief's second wife's pregnancy, she even took good care of her.

Everything was developing in a good direction. The Fifth Xuan would occasionally pay attention to the research of the sixth-generation chief, but did not give more guidance, because he hoped that the people of the Fire Tribe would research this result themselves.

Perhaps only such a result can be recognized by heaven and earth.

In this way, the Fire Tribe once again became a stable and harmonious tribe, and the Fifth Xuan's life became a little easier. Only the Wolf Totem was still a little depressed, but at least she knew where her children were and no longer clamored to leave.

On such a peaceful day, the Ox Tribe Totem asked the Fifth Xuan about the method of making salt that he had promised him. Of

course, the Fifth Xuan would not break his promise on this matter, and the Fire Tribe did need salt.

Before, the Fire Tribe could obtain the salt needed by the body through animal blood, but now there is no animal blood supply.

In the winter, the Wolf Tribe returned empty-handed from the limited hunting trips, so the tribesmen urgently needed to replenish the salt through sea salt.

There are two ways to make sea salt that the Fifth Xuan knows. One is to use the sun exposure. This is a method of mass production of salt and is very practical.

But it is obviously not suitable in such weather. Not only will the exposure not evaporate water vapor, but the seawater taken out may also freeze.

The second method he knows is to boil salt. Because it requires a lot of flames, this method consumes more firewood. Fortunately, the Fire Tribe has enough totem fire, so he is not worried about this.

So Diwu Xuan directly borrowed a turtle shell from the sixth generation leader, scooped sea water with the turtle shell and threw it directly into the totem fire, which was lowering the temperature. Then he began to slowly heat it to evaporate the sea water.

When all the sea water evaporated, the thin layer of frost on the turtle shell taken out of the totem fire was sea salt.

"Is this salt?"

Niu Totem asked in disbelief.

"This is salt."

Diwu Xuan said affirmatively.

In his time, salt was not a rare thing, so he did not think it was precious.

"This... If it is really salt, it can be exchanged for many precious things."

Niu Totem said greedily.

"What precious things can be exchanged? Spiritual weapons?"

In the eyes of Diwu Xuan, military force is what the Fire Tribe needs most, and spiritual weapons are obviously the most convenient and quickest way to improve military force.

"What are you thinking about? How can anyone be willing to exchange such precious things?"

The Bull Totem complained, but then attracted Diwu Xuan's interest.

"But the yellow millet seeds you miss so much can be easily exchanged."

Diwu Xuan's eyes lit up. This is what he needs. Although he can't plant on a large scale now, he can build a greenhouse. At least he can plant some next to the totem fire.

At least he must ensure that he has seeds in his hands after the ice age is over.

What's more, in the foreseeable future, after the green meteorite falls, this world will be cold and green, and maybe yellow millet can be planted.

With such anticipation, he began to cherish salt again. He asked Little Turtle to dip a fish in salt, and then after baking it, he gave it to the witch and the chief of the Fire Tribe to share.

The three were doing research, and they were naturally a little dissatisfied when they were suddenly interrupted. However, when they saw that it was the Totem who came, they immediately took back their dissatisfaction, and then saw that the Totem brought food, and immediately turned from dissatisfaction to touching.

With a touched heart, the three of them each took a bite of the fish, and looked at Diwu Xuan in surprise.

People's need for salt is integrated into their bones. After just one bite, the three people felt that it was delicious and looked at Diwu Xuan in surprise.

Diwu Xuan immediately brought the three people to the totem fire, demonstrated the process of making salt again, and baked another fish dipped in salt.

The seventh generation witch couldn't wait to take a bite, and found that it tasted exactly the same as before, and couldn't help but pass it to the sixth generation leader in surprise.

After the sixth generation leader tasted it, his eyes were fixed on the turtle shell, which had some tiny crystals on it.

He stretched out his finger, stained some, put it in his mouth, and then widened his eyes in surprise, and passed the turtle shell to the seventh generation witch.

The seventh generation witch ate it and passed it to the seventh generation witch, who ate it and passed it to the wolf tribe witch who rushed over.

The wolf tribe witch didn't dare to eat it herself first, but gave it to the wolf totem, and the wolf totem licked it.

"The taste is..."

She didn't know how to describe it, she had never eaten salt before.

"Salty."

The fifth Xuan named this taste.

"Salt."

The sixth generation witch pointed at the crystal on the turtle shell and named it, but he made a sound instead of Chinese, which disappointed the fifth Xuan.

The Fire Tribe made salt, but using turtle shells to make it obviously could not satisfy the entire tribe, so many large stone basins were made and then placed in the totem fire to boil salt.

A large amount of edible salt was boiled out, and the people of the Fire Tribe thought it was a delicacy, and for a time they became more active in the work of boiling salt.

From this day on, the Fire Tribe ate salt, but the fifth Xuan was worried that they didn't know how to use the salt to exchange for seeds.

Not long after the salt was boiled out, something sad happened to the Sixth Generation Chief.

His second wife, the Shaman of the Sand Tribe, accidentally fell while strolling in the snow, resulting in premature birth, and he once again missed the opportunity to have a child.

This incident made the Sixth Generation Chief sad, and at the same time made him a little alienated from the next generation of Shaman of the Wolf Tribe, because he felt that it was her fault.

If only he thought so, it would be fine, and his second wife also thought so. For a time, in their family of three, the next generation of Shaman of the Wolf Tribe was isolated.

But this time, she didn't cry to anyone, because she herself felt that she had not taken good care of the Shaman of the Sand Tribe.

And Diwu Xuan and Wolf Totem only found out about these things later.

After the Shaman of the Sand Tribe had a miscarriage, the sixth generation leader devoted all his energy to the study of Bagua. The high enthusiasm made the seventh generation of the Shaman and the seventh generation of the witch a little unbearable.

It felt that the two of them were not crazy, but the sixth generation leader was crazy.