After a few hours of sleep, Zhou Qingfeng got up again. It was still dark, but he couldn't sleep anymore. Because he made a mistake, he was always considering whether to read files-opening the mine last night was so sloppy that there was a major obstacle to the follow-up plan.
After opening the Iron Ore Valley mine, all the people gathered in the settlement immediately rioted. The elves had already moved everything that could be removed from the mine, and only some crude benzene mining equipment remained. But the enchanted thin thorn sword caused a fight last night.
An Tai picked up the thin thorn sword that Zhou Qingfeng had dropped, and Fei Zhe rushed to ask for it. The two took out a desperate posture, fighting endlessly, and even the forces belonging to both sides were implicated in the end, and hundreds of people fought desperately. Can hit to the end...
The thin thorn sword that caused trouble even disappeared. The most ridiculous thing is that the two sides fought on a large scale for more than an hour, with a lot of swollen noses and swollen noses, but no one was dead.
This'horrible level' made Zhou Qingfeng, who was watching, laugh straight. Now he will slow down every time he has an idea of reading files, and the subsequent development of the situation will often let him know more inside.
The human forces in the Black Forest vowed to unite and resist last night. In a blink of an eye, he exposed his nature by grabbing a sword. They rushed into the mines of the Iron Ore Valley with the intention of looking for the'treasures' left by the elves, forgetting all the business.
It was like a basin of cold water poured on Zhou Qingfeng's head. He had never seen such a chaotic and disorderly state, and he couldn't sleep when he returned to his house-what's the use of reading files? Reading files cannot change those who are selfish and greedy.
The chaos couldn't be dealt with for a while, Zhou Qingfeng could only let it go. Fortunately, the more than two hundred people he brought out of the voodoo swamp did not participate in the chaos of the robbery, maybe because they were too weak, maybe because they were not qualified, in short, these people were still obedient.
Before dawn, Zhou Qingfeng got up early like a basic-level company platoon-level officer, arranging everything under his hands with a sullen stomach.
Of the more than two hundred people who came out of the Voodoo Marsh, half of them were physically weak. These people can't do anything, they can only be raised first like sick patients.
According to the rules of survival in the Black Forest, frail untouchables have no right to survive. Abandonment is a routine operation, and some will even be killed directly. Raising them is a waste of extremely precious food.
"Get up, get up, get up all for me. Go find your team leader and line up."
Zhou Qingfeng's face was ugly, gritted his teeth and took precious rations to cook porridge for the weak, which would hang their lives anyway. As for the other half who are in a slightly better state, eat and drink enough and get ready to work. He stared at the cauldron of cooking porridge himself and found that there was no salt.
No matter how magical and magnificent the world of swords and magic is, this will not change the embarrassing lives of the bottom population, nor will it change the reality of low productivity. Salt is not produced in the Black Forest, and the price of salt transported from outside is very expensive, and the untouchables simply cannot afford it.
Thankfully, no matter how poor China is in the real world, there is still an unlimited supply of salt. Zhou Qingfeng brought 8.5 kilograms of salt according to one-tenth of his body weight. When he dug a large spoonful of salt into the boiling cauldron, the umami flavor brought by the salt floated into the air.
Wow... Many listless untouchables are surrounding the cauldron, shocked by the smell of salt. Rubio stood by Zhou Qingfeng and saw a spoonful of salt being poured into the pot so casually, he couldn't help but exclaimed, "These are all gold coins."
"Can the people of the Black Forest not eat salt?" Zhou Qingfeng asked. The food available in the Black Forest is too bad. Since he'enjoyed' the smelly salted fish, he has only eaten the food provided by the real world.
Rubio was startled for a moment, not knowing how to explain to his master. Orc Todd came over with a big bowl and yelled, "It's the life of a nobleman to be able to eat salt. Our most extravagant day is to have plenty of dried meat."
The craftsman leader Wilson also approached the cauldron and said admiringly: "Even in Coldwind City, a pound of salt is sold for about hardware coins. My income in the city is pretty good, and it's impossible to eat so generously. Put salt in the thing."
A pound is nine taels, less than a catty. A gold coin from the Black Forest is about 9 grams. Although the purity is not high, it can be estimated. Five gold coins are converted into seventy yuan, even if they are calculated at the price of gold in 1990.
Measured by the price of the year, 70 yuan can not buy a catty of salt, and the people have to rebel. In another world, Wilson is regarded as a middle class in the city, and the price of salt is so expensive, not to mention the shabby place like the Black Forest.
Rubio whispered to Zhou Qingfeng: "Master, I know you have a magical method to get salt. But let me keep the salt. It's enough if the untouchables can eat some salty taste. You are so casual. One tablespoon, I feel sorry for you."
But Zhou Qingfeng sprinkled one spoonful not enough, and he sprinkled more than a dozen spoonfuls in one breath. According to his standard, "the daily salt intake per person should be six grams, but this is light physical work. Heavy physical work should be more than ten grams."
More than two hundred people need at least two kilograms of salt per day. Zhou Qingfeng only made simple mental calculations and poured all the salt in his hand into a few tumbling cauldrons. He happily stipulated, "From now on, every 100 people will eat two bags of salt a day."
Seeing the white salt pouring into the pot, Rubio shook his hands like a miser, "Gold coins, all these are gold coins. A bag of salt is a bag of gold coins!"
Todd held a wooden bowl for a few seconds, grabbed the wooden spoon and stirred it into the big pot, and yelled, "I'm big, I should eat more salt." Then he scooped it into his bowl. A few tablespoons of meat porridge, regardless of the hot, poured into the belly happily.
All the people who follow Zhou Qingfeng can squeeze up to get a bowl of hot meat porridge for breakfast, and they will have a much more delicious salty taste than usual, and they will all smile. Even people from other settlements came over and wanted to share a bowl of pie.
Rubio is a miser. He personally stood by the cauldron, holding a wooden spoon angrily against outsiders, "This is the grace bestowed by Victor Hugo. It is not our people from the voodoo swamp, so he is not allowed to come and eat. "
The meat porridge is cooked overnight with bread and minced meat. Even if salt is added, Zhou Qingfeng is not interested. But this crude food is a rare delicacy in the eyes of others, and the smell makes people drool.
"Rubio, don't be so stingy, you can open up the salty salt to redeem. Fresh game, extra flour, even if we are willing to use it, we can get salty salt." Zhou Qingfeng felt that he didn't need to be too rigid.
The price of salt in the two worlds is so different, and salt is a necessity in life. It would be unwise not to exchange it for some benefits.
The human leaders of the Black Forest were still hunting for treasure in the mines of the Iron Ore Valley, and the original plan of action had to be put on hold. No one listened to Zhou Qingfeng's "mascot" under the benefit of the heart.
So Uncle Zhou was not polite at all, and took advantage of him silently behind his back.