The sea near the Chubo Tribe is flat and easy to make salt fields. According to Meng Sheng, there is less rainy season and more sunny days here. It is simply a good place for drying salt.
In fact, Meng Sheng could teach the aborigines how to cook salt with seawater, but considering that the procedure is equally complicated, it is better to teach them how to dry salt directly, which will yield a lot more.
Hearing that he was going to learn a new method of salt mining, and that it would be taught by the priests of the Yilin Tribe, the natives of the Chubo Tribe were gearing up and wanted to participate, but Meng Sheng interrupted the enthusiasm of the natives for wanting to learn.
There were too many people, not to mention the noisy troubles, and he didn't have that much energy and eloquence to preach, so he asked Zhan to choose a dozen or so natives who were quick and smart.
A salt field is not a field where salt grows, but rather an area where salt is sun-dried.
According to the encyclopedia, the process of making salt mainly includes five steps: tide collection, brine making, crystallization, salt mining, and storage and transportation. Meng Sheng asked the aborigines to dig the salt fields first. In order to get started as soon as possible, he did not ask to build many salt fields. It's only two yuan in total. He wants to teach the method, not to help make a lot of salt right away.
After the salt field is built, ditches are dug to divert seawater to accumulate, and the seawater evaporates less through sunlight. After the concentration of seawater increases, the high-concentration seawater is introduced into the crystallization pond, and the seawater continues to evaporate in the crystallization pond. Crystals are formed and finally coarse salt is formed.
In fact, drying salt does not require a strong labor force. Just like smelting metalware and making pottery, old or young indigenous people can participate. These people cannot hunt and have more free time to do these things. Patience, unlike the impatience of young adults.
"that's it?"
On the first day, Meng Sheng could only carry out drying salt to lead seawater into the field. The natives came in a daze, and followed the priest back in a daze. Finally, Zhan asked the doubts in his heart.
Afraid of contradicting the priest, Zhan still asked carefully when he was about to go to the tribe, after making sure that Meng Sheng had no other tricks.
"Of course it's not that simple, continue tomorrow."
So after a few days amidst all the doubts, Meng Sheng carried out the steps one by one without haste. After introducing the concentrated seawater into the crystallization pool, the aboriginals guarding the salt field every day were afraid that they would not be able to get any salt. Afraid that the method of picking salt would be stolen by the natives of other tribes, on the second night, he rushed to Meng Sheng's residence like a gust of wind.
"Leader, sacrifice! Salt has already appeared in the salt field!"
"Really?" Zhan who was sitting opposite Meng Sheng got up: "I'll go and see!"
Meng Sheng was sucking the coconut juice, and grabbed Zhan with his backhand: "Don't worry, the salt hasn't completely crystallized yet, and the effect will be better when I see it tomorrow."
What can you see in the dark at night? If you guessed correctly, the native guards found that the salt in the crystallization pool had crystallized, and they went to touch the seawater in private. At this time, there were already some crystals at the bottom of the crystallization pool.
Zhan suppressed the excitement in his heart, and sent the natives away first: "Priest, I didn't expect your method to really work."
Regardless of whether you can take it out and show off, can you still sit in the position of priest? Meng Sheng smiled and said nothing.
Counting from arriving at the Chubo Tribe, on the tenth day, the white salt crystals lay quietly in the crystallization pool, and the natives of the Chubo Tribe were overjoyed and cheered.
Meng Sheng also heaved a long sigh of relief because of this, it was finally completed.
The natives of the Chubo tribe shouted to the priests to express their gratitude and respect to Meng Sheng, and the salt fields were very lively.
The natives of the Yilin tribe saw their priests once again showing extraordinary wisdom. They were proud but not at the same time very cheerful: "Tang Dun, the people in their tribe shouted really close, making our priests become their priests. the same."
"The priests also helped the Chubo tribe for our tribe. Now that they have learned how to make salt pans, they will provide free salt to our tribe in the future. The salt pans produce several times as much salt as they used to. In the future, our tribe will not have to worry about using salt. It's about the matter." Knowing the inside story, Tang Dun couldn't restrain the joy in his heart, and told the story to the people in his tribe.
"Really? Wouldn't that be a good thing for the two tribes!" The natives who learned the truth immediately followed the Chubo tribe to call the priests to express their inner excitement and respect.
The purpose of this trip had been achieved, so Meng Sheng bid farewell to the Qiubo Tribe. Counting the time spent going back and forth, this trip lasted for half a month. Thinking of his wife at home, he couldn't stay for a moment.
Zhan tried several times to keep the salt to no avail, so he prepared a lot of seafood and sent it to the Yilin tribe. He also made an appointment with Meng Sheng. After the tribe developed the salt fields, they would fulfill their promise and send the salt to the Yilin tribe.
Meng Sheng wanted to remind Zhan a few words to be optimistic about Yantian and not to be learned by other tribes, but thinking about these days, the natives are still conscientiously guarding Yantian with doubts in their hearts, so he feels that his reminder is unnecessary.
The aborigines of the Yilin tribe bid farewell to Binhai and embarked on the road back to the tribe......
"Ahu, it's time to get up!"
The sun penetrated into the cave and hit the edge of the stone pot. Luo Bei had already prepared breakfast. Today's food was prepared a little late. She was worried that her son would be delayed from eating and hunting, but after the food was ready, she hadn't gotten up yet.
Walking into the small cave, her son was still curled up in the quilt and fell asleep. She smiled helplessly, and walked over to gently wake up Yafei.
Qiu Juan opened his eyes in a daze, and found that it was already dawn, he sat up quickly: "It's so late?"
Luo patted his son's head: "I'm growing vegetables and feeding the captured and hunted during the day, so I'm tired."
Qiu Juan rubbed his eyes, put on his shoes and went out to eat. He was indeed a little tired recently, and his body didn't seem to be as strong as before, and now he still sleeps for so long.
After hastily eating the food, he went to the hunting ground absent-mindedly. In fact, the archery in the tribe was almost taught, and he had already learned what he wanted to learn, so he had nothing to do, but he still went there, because that It is the only way for Meng Sheng to come back.
"Hey, Qiu Juan, this listless look is not like usual."
A strange voice sounded from behind, he subconsciously turned his head and saw Tang Tong with a big belly, he didn't want to pay attention.
"Tell me, we priests have been away for so long, why don't we go back to the tribe? Don't we all settle down in the Chubo tribe?"
Qiu Juan narrowed his eyes: "Of course there is a reason why we didn't come back. So many people in our tribe have gone, it's hard for everyone to settle down."
Tang Tong smiled: "No, I just saw that you were unhappy, so I just joked and laughed to make you happy."
In a blink of an eye, he said seriously: "But I'm also worried. You said it would take up to five or six days to go back and forth. Why did it take so long? I heard that the mountains are high and the roads are dangerous. Don't be in danger. I saw Zhongyang today. They have already begun to gather people to go find them, and you said that if nothing happened, how could Zhong Yang act."
Qiu Juan's back tensed and he didn't speak.
"Oh, look what I'm talking about, don't mind, I'm just worried about my second brother." Tang Tong covered the corner of her mouth, apologetic for saying the wrong thing.
Qiu Juan's brows trembled, his fists were clenched, and suddenly his stomach turned upside down. He covered his mouth and ignored Tang Tong, and hurried away.
Tang Tong who was left in place was puzzled, what, what do you mean
She only saw Ya Nu lowering her head, raising her hands and turning around to run away. She didn't know whether it was covering her mouth or her eyes, she couldn't help but said to herself: "Could it be that I'm still crying?"
He rolled his eyes: "What's this called?"
Qiu Juan ran to a place where no one was around before slowly squatting down. When he was about to release it, he moved his hand away and suddenly found that he couldn't vomit again. He didn't know what happened to him.
It has been like this since a few days ago, and he feels like throwing up after eating. He originally thought that after Meng Sheng left, he was busy a lot, and the things that the males did before fell on him. How much do you think.
But the bad situation became more and more obvious, and he had to suspect that something was wrong with his body.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling sad. His partner promised him that he would come back sooner, but now that he has been there for so long, there is no news.
Two days ago, he was worried that Meng Sheng would not come back safely. Now he was worried whether he would be able to wait for Meng Sheng to come back alive. Seeing Meng Sheng again, thinking about it, his eyes turned red.
"Qiu Juan, what's wrong with you?"
A passing native was shocked when he saw his red eyes. In the perception of the natives, Qiu Juan was a very strong person. When had he ever seen him so vulnerable.
Qiu Juan felt ashamed, and quickly waved his hands: "It's nothing, I got sand in my eyes, I'll go back first."
"Hey!" The aborigine wanted to call Qiu Juan, there was grass all around here, where did the sand come from, but he felt that Qiu Juan definitely didn't want to be seen by others.
"What are you doing here?"
Seeing a companion, the native quickly whispered, "I just saw Qiu Juan crying here."
"what!"
The native thought that his companion didn't believe him, and was about to argue, but he didn't expect his companion to be very angry: "I just saw Qiu Juan talking to Tang Tong. I don't know why Qiu Juan ran away after talking for a while. I was just wondering what happened. .”
"That's what Tang Tong told Qiu Juan to cry. What did she say to Qiu Juan? Would Qiu Juan be so sad?"
"What can you say! It must be the priest."
"This woman is too bad. If something happens to the priest, he will blame her for talking nonsense."
In one morning, the story of Qiu Juan being told to cry by Tang Tong spread all over the tribe. When Zhong Yang heard about it, he was discussing with Tang Yu whether Meng Shengrang made too many bricks. things.
"How is it possible!" Tang Yu first expressed disbelief. She knew Tang Tong's personality, and she might have said something unpleasant, but Qiu Juan was not someone who could be told to cry at will.
"It's true, deputy chief. Some natives saw the two quarreling with their own eyes. The quarrel was extremely fierce. Later, Qiu Juan covered his eyes and ran away, crying very loudly, but he was very sad!"
Zhong Yang scratched his hair, and Tang Yu looked at each other in dismay. The aborigine's words were convincing, and it really didn't look like a lie: "Then, why don't we go and see Qiu Juan together."