“Our family has Weifeng and Qiaoqiao, and you have the system to predict in advance, so our two families have the lowest danger index. It’s just that the other people in the village are worrying. No, we need to develop more kinds of medicine and spray them around the village every day.” Song Tantan nodded seriously.
"Alright, starting tomorrow you'll take people to collect herbs. Make sure you collect enough. Calculate the amount of herbs you need to spray around the area each day, and see how many herbs you need." Ye Moxun said with a half-smile.
It's easier said than done. Go and collect herbs yourself. Although the deep mountains are rich in resources, trying to collect a large amount of herbs and then make a lot of powder to scatter randomly is just a scam.
She thought it was lime powder being sprinkled.
Song Tantan's bad idea was rejected. She wrinkled her nose, tossed Ye Moxun a pheasant and a rabbit, and turned to go home.
Over the next few days, Song Tantan went hunting in the deep mountains with the others as usual. For seven days in a row, they caught more than twenty wild boars, seventy wolves, and two bears... They caught large predators. On the eighth day, when they went into the deep mountains again, they did not see any large predators. Even the small prey were scared and ran to the deeper mountains.
Ye Moxun deserves much credit for the large number of prey caught in this sweep. The anesthetic powder he developed played a crucial role, not only numbing and knocking out wild beasts within ten seconds, but also emboldening the villagers.
For a moment, everyone had the illusion that they were invincible and omnipotent.
"We don't think we'd be afraid of even ten tigers coming. As long as we sprinkle the powder, even the fiercest beasts will have nowhere to hide. From now on, we can confidently go into the deep mountains to hunt." The man who spoke was not tall, had dark skin, and was full of energy.
"Thanks to the medicinal powder developed by Young Master Ye, it's just that we're running out of it lately." This anesthetic powder was used too heavily, and many people have run out. They had to resort to poison, which killed two wild boars and a bear. The wild boars and the bear were poisoned until they turned black and purple, so their meat was inedible and wasted.
Ye Moxun glanced at Lin Dafu and said quietly, "Tell your Lin Qiao to be more literate. I'll teach him how to make anesthetic powder later. Once you've learned it yourselves, you can sprinkle as much as you want." He had long wanted to get rid of the burden of drug development. With a village of about a hundred people all asking him for powder, how could he not get some rest?
One by one, they took the free medicine powder and sprinkled it around indiscriminately. Sure enough, you don't know how to cherish things if you don't spend money. The crisis of the beast attacking the village was resolved, and it was not yet time to harvest the food. Now that he had some free time, he had to teach some people how to make medicine as soon as possible.
"I will give you seven days. How much you learn by then is up to you. After that, I will no longer provide any more powder. Make whatever medicine you want yourself," Ye Moxun announced casually.
Everyone: "..." So the powder can disappear after all?
Let them make their own medicine? They don't know anything about medicine. Tsk, I'll go back and make the kids learn to read and make medicine quickly. If the young master of the Ye family doesn't provide the medicine powder, we won't feel safe going into the mountains to pick wild vegetables anymore.
"Lin Qiao, how many characters do you know? Can you even learn how to make medicine?" Lin Qiao's father roared.
"Lin Shanzi, stop focusing on practicing your skills all day. Learn to read more. How can you learn to make medicine if you can't read?"
"Shuisheng, Musheng, you two brothers used to go up the mountain to collect herbs every day. You must have made quite a lot of medicine by now. Can we make a deal..."
The scene suddenly became chaotic, and everyone urgently started discussing the issue of making medicine. Some of them were illiterate and their families didn't have the ability to study, so they thought about asking others for help and exchanging other things.
Of course, apart from Lin Fuhai who knows some characters, the villagers are all illiterate. A few days ago, they learned to recognize a few characters, which are their own names. It was too difficult. They practiced for a long time but still couldn't write them well. They have no way to learn medicine making.
The only option is to force the kids in the family to learn.
"Alright, shut up. Right now, everyone's gone, so we don't need to worry about beast attacks anytime soon. If you can't learn medicine, hurry up and learn kung fu. Stop spouting nonsense."
Let's think about what to do with all this meat. It's so hot now; if we don't handle it properly, it'll all rot and stink, and all our work will have been for nothing."
Lin Fuhai looked heartbroken. So much meat, if it could be preserved, could last for several months, but it was too hot and there was no salt, so the meat would spoil in less than two days.
Song Zhuiyan squeezed Song Tantan's chubby little hand, coughed to get everyone's attention, and said, "Village Chief Lin, my family has salt and chili peppers, which should be enough to marinate this meat."
"Really? Where did Miss Song get so much salt?" someone asked.
“I found it in a cave before, and I brought it home.”
Everyone noticed that Song Zhuiyan was perfectly justified, and didn't feel guilty at all for not sharing a single grain of salt with Da'ai.
Pshaw, why should she feel guilty? There was nothing in the cave. It was all put in there by her Tantan as a gift for everyone. Don't even mention a box of salt, there are dozens of boxes in stock in the supermarket, and they are all fine salt. She is sure that no one in the Great Jin Dynasty can produce such fine salt.
Well, she didn't dare to take out modern natural salt. What she was going to take out was the coarse salt that she had bought and stored at home to pickle dried vegetables. Don't underestimate modern coarse salt.
As soon as she took it out, everyone gasped and said in trembling voices, "It's all fine salt! Such a big box of fine salt! I've never seen such white salt before."
Look, this is top-quality fine salt. Song Zhuiyan waved her hand and generously distributed it.
Chili peppers didn't exist in this dynasty, but Song Zhuiyan had brought out a lot of seeds to plant, saying they were a specialty of her hometown. Nobody knew where her hometown was, and her description was too ambiguous. Besides, nobody had time to investigate where anyone came from or what their hometown grew.
Building houses, clearing land, and hunting every day—it's exhausting enough to kill you; why bother delving into anything else?
Of course, some people with more free time might think about it more, like the Zhang Qingyu sisters. But despite their doubts, they couldn't come up with any concrete solutions no matter how hard they racked their brains.
Before fleeing, they were young ladies from noble families, spending most of their time at home, and even when they went out, they had to wear veils. Although they knew more than women from ordinary families, it was all from what they heard from their parents.
"Chili peppers are best stir-fried in oil and marinated with salt..." Now there's no shortage of oil; after hunting so many wild boars, we can render a lot of oil.
"Don't skimp on salt! If you don't put in enough salt, the meat won't keep for long. Be careful, everyone." Lin Fuhai shouted as he distributed salt to each household, worried that some families were used to saving salt and wouldn't be willing to put in more.
Salt is a precious commodity. Not to mention others, even Lin Fuhai himself wanted to save on it, but under the current circumstances, he couldn't. A box of salt looks like a lot, but two-thirds of it can be used to cure meat. The remaining one-third can be kept for daily consumption, but even if he saves it, it can only last for about a year. What about after a year?
There won't be a shortage of salt a year from now, but then they'll have to figure out how to get the salt out again. Besides, the coarse salt has already been used up this time, and the supermarket only has excessively white fine salt left, which is giving Song Tantan a headache.
With the salt problem solved, a new problem arose: there weren't enough earthenware jars to store the meat, so for now, they could only string it up with rope and hang it on the eaves to air dry.
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