"Charlatan, do we still need so many people to boil salt?" asked the old priest.
"Of course, we can't even grow potatoes at this time of year, so making salt is our top priority," Ma Yue said. "Salt is always a scarce and necessary commodity. It doesn't melt, so it's easy to store. We should save more; it will be very useful in the future."
"Okay!" Ma Yue gave the general direction, and the old priest knew what to do next.
Besides, as long as there is salt, less food will be consumed; as long as there is salt, people can continue to work by drinking enough water (of course, it must be fish soup or meat soup, not just salt water). The old priest has thoroughly experienced the charm of salt, and it must be right to produce more.
What's more, the climate here in the Hai tribe does not have a cold winter, so the consumption of salt is not that high, and there is still a lot of accumulated stocks.
The warm climate is at least not too cold, so grazing in winter is much easier. There is no need to prepare large amounts of hay for the winter, and naturally there is no need to burn fire for the livestock.
The demand for firewood is much less than that of the Sea Tribe back then.
The result was a significant labor saving. What for? Boil salt. Ma Yue wasn't worried about leaks about the salt-boiling secrets. It could be said that the scale of salt-boiling operations at the Haifan Tribe was even greater than that of the Poseidon City.
Half of the winter has passed, and everything is peaceful and no one has attacked.
The relationship with the Thunder God and Qingfeng tribes was basically strained, and there was basically no exchange or anything like that. They were self-sufficient. After all, primitive people were used to semi-starvation. The Haifan tribe had salt, so life was much better than before.
Fortunately, the potato planting area was large enough last year, otherwise, these 4,000 people might have starved to death.
The Haifan Tribe was relatively well off. Deaths of starvation were not uncommon in the Thunder God Tribe, the Qingfeng Tribe, and the Bingyan Tribe. Perhaps everyone was used to it. In a primitive world with low productivity, food was never enough.
Do you really think you're so great just because your Thunder God Tribe controls a salt mountain? Trade some to the Qingfeng Tribe, and most of the people in your own tribe will have no salt to eat for the rest.
The Blue Tribe is too far away in the jungle, and mining the salt mountain is also very difficult. How much salt can be transported back from such a long distance?
The Bingyan tribe has no choice. They don’t have spirit stones, so what can they use to exchange with the Haifan tribe?
As for the Thunder God and Qingfeng tribes, they were really trying to show off and get a piece of the pie. Now, things were a bit awkward. It was my own tribe that was in trouble. Salt was truly a necessity. No salt? I really didn't have the energy to work.
Of course, as a leader, he was used to being cruel and had starved some of the old and weak in the tribe to death. Wasn't that the case in the past?
Join forces to attack the Haifan tribe again?
What if the Thunder God Tribe were to resort to internal strife and resort to treachery? The Ice Eye Tribe and the Clear Wind Tribe were truly frightened by the aggressive and cunning new High Priest Lei Ting of the Thunder God Tribe.
The leaders of the Ice Eye Tribe and the Clear Wind Tribe gathered together from time to time to discuss things. It seemed that Lei Ting, the new high priest of the Thunder God Tribe, was not in a hurry at all.
Thunder showed enough wisdom and courage in the battle to conquer the Blue Tribe in the southern forest, which indeed made him extremely prestigious in the Thunder God Tribe, and even the chief Thunderstorm was completely convinced.
What surprised Lei Bao was that since conquering the Blue Tribe in the Great Forest, the new high priest Lei Ting had become quiet and silent, and seemed to be more focused on cultivating his spirit.
Without any new instructions from the new High Priest, Lei Ting, the daily management of the tribe fell to the Great Chief, Lei Bao. It was frustrating. The tribe's population had grown, and with it, more mouths to feed.
Especially in winter, is it that easy to find food? The Thunder God Tribe's food production is pretty much fixed, so where can they find more food? In winter, with endless ice and snow, is hunting that easy?
Some are freezing to death, some are starving to death... I'm so worried!
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"Fairy! Boats, so many boats!" The old priest came in a panic.
"The chair is back?" Ma Yue was also very surprised. He took his men and headed straight to the beach.
"Wu Qi, it's you!"
"Spirit, I finally found you, woooo..." Such a big man, started crying.
"Why are you crying? We found it. Let's go and take people back to our tribe and talk slowly." Ma Yue looked at the fleet of nine boats. Each one of them was in a mess. It was really not easy.
There were visitors at home, and Chun Wu, Xia Wu, Bai Ying and other elders from the Sea Tribe gathered around. Newcomers like Lu Fang, Guo Sheng and Hai Dao were also curious. The old priest was quite considerate and prepared food to entertain the guests from afar.
"Is the chair okay?" Ma Yue asked.
"Fortunately, the chair returned. It was said that it encountered turbulence at sea and could not tell east, west, south or north. At least it found Kirishima, and we knew that your approximate location was on the seashore..." After filling his stomach, Wu Qi began to tell a story.
The key to the problem was that they encountered that turbulent current. They looked for several currents back and forth, but couldn't find any. In the beginning, Ma Yue and others were blown by the storm, so how could there be any pattern?
Simply following the ocean currents wouldn't cut it, so the fleet began paddling to the approximate location of their previous mishap. They found nothing.
So, they split into two groups again and paddled along the coastline in roughly the north-south direction to search.
Although the waves were not large at that time, barely considered calm, there were still waves, and they were bound to be heading towards the coast, so the lateral resistance to rowing was also considerable. Almost every time I rowed, I was pushed ashore by the waves. Then I pushed the boat back into the sea and continued rowing.
You can imagine how procrastinating he is.
Wu Qi was heading south, so at least he had found Ma Yue. The fleet heading north was led by Yizi, and if he couldn't find Ma Yue, he might still be rowing north.
"That's not right. If you row along the coast like this, how are we going to get back?" Ma Yue asked. If we still follow the chair pattern, wouldn't we still encounter turbulent currents? In other words, there's still no pattern to follow.
You know, Wu Qi's fleet had been rowing along the coast for almost a year.
"We were rowing south. On the coastline where we parted ways with the chair, we remembered a clear mark. There were two huge whale skeletons on the shore. I guess they were dead many years ago..."
I understand what Wu Qi meant. We should follow this coastline and go back north from the land. Once we reach the seashore where the whale skeleton is, we can row a boat to find the familiar ocean current that takes us home.
Who says primitive people are stupid? Isn't this quite smart?
Even though the coastline is quite complex, it's still better than rowing along the shoreline, right? After rowing a few dozen meters, the waves would push you back to the shore, and you'd be rocking every three steps...
"Alright! Have a good night's rest, and tomorrow we'll lead the Deer Cavalry to explore the north."
"Don't worry, charlatan, we will find it."
No matter what, everyone was very happy as there was hope of returning home, especially the old people of the Hai tribe.
At the time, Ma Yue was still weighing whether to go back or not. Damn it! The big tribes here are not friendly at all. They can't even trade spirit stones. What's the point of staying here?
Especially when I saw Wu Qi's sense of closeness, I still missed home.
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