I smiled and nodded at Su Su.
"Alright, Susu. Now you can take it and feed them."
Although Su Su didn't understand what I was saying, she still knew that I must have added the salt for a purpose, maybe it would make the pig feed taste better.
That's what Su Su thought, and what she thought wasn't wrong. Adding salt would indeed make the wild boar feel that what it was eating tasted better.
The wild boars finally saw food, and even their hostility towards humans vanished. They raised their forelegs and clung to the pit walls like domesticated pigs, making sharp squeals as they begged for food.
Su Su was worried that it wouldn't be enough, so she went to the vicinity of the tribe in the morning to find some wild vegetables to add inside.
However, she still remembered one of my instructions: don't overfeed the wild boars, otherwise their wildness wouldn't be extinguished so quickly.
The wild boars had been starving for a full day and night, and including the time they were captured, they had actually gone without food for at least 30 hours.
By now, everything inside their bodies had been completely expelled, and there were even some cassava residues in the food that Su Su had poured out.
They immediately started fighting over it in the pit, as if they had discovered some incredible treasure.
The bowl was full of food, which looked like a lot, but it was mostly wild vegetables. This stuff could at most fill them up, but it would definitely not stave off hunger, let alone make them feel full.
In reality, even a full basin of grain and feed wouldn't be enough for such a large group of wild boars.
However, this is only the first day, so we can't spoil them yet. I'll have Susu feed them again tonight, which will make the wild boars less wary of people.
For breakfast, we ate the leftover liver again. The pig lungs had been cooked, cut into pieces, and dried to be used as Pat's special rations.
Although cooked pig lungs can be stored for a little longer, they still shouldn't be left out for too long, so I made sure Pat ate them freely.
Pat has eaten one meal yesterday, and another one this morning and evening. He can say that Pat has completely digested the pig lungs.
After breakfast, we went into the mountains again, just like yesterday, to collect the brine to boil. This time it went smoothly; perhaps the wildebeest's injury was too severe, and it wouldn't be able to walk for a while.
After all, with the left and right eggs having different weights, walking will still be somewhat unbalanced, causing a stretching-like pain.
Not only were the wildebeest gone, but even the ferocious beasts that had been lurking in the shadows, waiting for their chance to strike, had left this place.
When we arrived in the morning, we found several gray pikas licking some salt on the ground nearby.
This thing has a rather unique appearance; it looks like a rabbit with a large rat's head and rabbit ears.
Dante, of course, wouldn't miss this opportunity to get close to nature. A few blowguns flew by, and the pikas immediately fell to the ground, completely losing their vitality.
We brought a piece of wild boar meat that we had cured yesterday, but having fresh pika meat as an extra treat was certainly delightful.
This time, without the interference of those animals, and since we had already set up the stone wall and bark box for boiling the brine on the first day, it saved us a lot of time.
Today we were able to finish our shift early. Although the workload for the day was still the same, it was still very encouraging for us to be able to finish work early and go home to rest.
Only those who have worked in a factory with a 12-hour workday can truly understand the joy of finishing an early shift.
The first thing Su Su did upon returning to the tribe was to check on the wild boars she was raising. Perhaps it was a woman's nature to have an innate interest in gathering and raising livestock.
Seeing that there was nothing left for the wild boars to eat in the tribe, Susu decided to go to a more distant place to collect some potato stalks to feed them.
Upholding the fine traditions of the tribe, Su Su is a woman who can't sit still. She immediately took her basket and went to a more distant place to fetch some pig feed.
I called out to Su Su, who was about to leave. Anyway, everyone had already unloaded the brine into the big vat, so everyone's baskets were empty.
So I suggested that we all go to that potato field together, because every extra person would make a difference.
If one person gathers a full basket of wild vegetables, the combined amount from several people should be enough to feed the wild boars for two or three days.
The potato vines in the field had grown so densely that no one had tended to them for a long time, creating a lush, green expanse that presented a unique and beautiful sight.
The indigenous people collect these things in a very simple and brutal way; they just grab them and start tearing them apart.
If the potato is broken, it's lucky. If it can't be broken, those potatoes still growing in the ground won't care if you've grown to maturity; sorry, they'll just be pulled up by the roots.
This method of harvesting stolons is much faster and more efficient, but the field looks rather messy, as if a herd of wild boars has wandered into a farmland and wreaked havoc.
If the older generation in the countryside saw this harvesting method, they would probably talk about the people doing the work for three days and three nights.
To farmers, crops are like their own children; our actions are tantamount to abusing a group of children.
But it doesn't matter anymore, because these "children" will soon be sent into the bellies of those wild boars, so who cares about you so much.
I had Susu feed the wild boar again that evening, and I fed it a little more than before. I think this gradual feeding method will help the wild boar get used to us quickly.
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We didn't refine salt after dinner today.
It's not that we don't want to refine it, it's just that all the meat from yesterday has been used for marinating, and we don't have any fresh meat on hand to mince.
We decided to fetch the brine again tomorrow, then find some pork substitutes and extract the remaining salt.
Our first two visits to the brine spring went relatively smoothly, but on our third visit, we encountered some formidable opponents.
Today, as usual, we packed up our things and went to the brine spring to get the last batch of brine.
At this point, our concentrated brine tank is almost half full; adding water once more will nearly fill it.
But fate is always so cruel. This time, I had my first direct confrontation with the enemy I was going to meet in the future. Those guys were none other than the demon that everyone in the tribe feared: Hanu!
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