After sleeping for a few hours, Zhou Qingfeng got up again. It was still dark, but he couldn't sleep anymore. Because he made a mistake and was always thinking about whether to load the file - opening the mine last night was too hasty, so that
Subsequent plans encountered major obstacles.
After the Iron Ore Valley Mine was opened, a commotion broke out among the people gathered in the settlement. The elves had already moved everything that could be moved out of the mine, leaving only some crude benzene mining equipment. But last night
The enchanted stiletto sword sparked a fight.
An Tai picked up the stiletto sword dropped by Zhou Qingfeng, and Fei Zhe rushed to ask for it. The two took a desperate stance and fought to the death, which also implicated the forces of both sides. Hundreds of people fought to the death. But the fight
to the end...
The thin stabbing sword that caused the trouble was nowhere to be found. The most ridiculous thing was that the two sides had a large-scale brawl for more than an hour, with a lot of bruises and bruises, but no one died.
This 'tragic level' made Zhou Qingfeng who was watching laugh. Now every time he has the idea of reading files, he will wait for a while, and subsequent developments of the situation will often let him know more about the inside story.
The human forces in the Black Forest vowed to unite and resist last night. In the blink of an eye, their true nature was revealed by grabbing a sword. They rushed into the mines of the Iron Ore Valley in an attempt to find the 'treasures' left by the elves, and gave up all the business.
forgotten.
This was like a bucket of cold water poured on Zhou Qingfeng's head. He had never seen such a chaotic and disorderly state, and he couldn't sleep even when he returned to his room - what's the use of reading files? Reading files can't change those selfish and greedy people.
people.
The chaos was beyond control, and Zhou Qingfeng could only let it go. Fortunately, the more than two hundred people he brought out from the Voodoo Swamp did not participate in the chaos of looting. Maybe because they were too weak, maybe because they were not qualified, but in short, these people were quite obedient.
.
Before dawn, Zhou Qingfeng got up early like a low-level company and platoon-level officer, and arranged everything for his subordinates with a feeling of sullenness.
Among the more than two hundred people who came out of the voodoo swamp, half were weak. These people could not do anything and could only be kept as sick patients.
According to the survival rules of the Black Forest, weak untouchables have no qualifications to survive. Being abandoned is a routine operation, and some will even be killed directly. Raising them is a complete waste of extremely precious food.
"Get up, get up, everyone get up. Find your team leader and line up."
Zhou Qingfeng looked ugly. He gritted his teeth and used the precious rations to cook porridge for the weak, risking their lives. As for the other half who were in slightly better condition, they had to eat and drink enough to prepare for work. He watched the porridge in person.
There was no salt in the big pot.
No matter how magical and gorgeous the world of swords and magic is, it will not change the plight of the people at the bottom, nor can it change the reality of low productivity. Salt is not produced in the Black Forest, and the salt transported from outside is very expensive, and the untouchables cannot afford it.
Thank God, 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 based on one-tenth of his body weight. When he scooped a large spoonful of salt and poured it into the boiling cauldron,
The umami flavor brought by the salt wafts into the air.
Wow..., many listless untouchables were gathered around the big pot, and they were shocked when they smelled the salt. Rubio was guarding Zhou Qingfeng, and saw a spoonful of salt being used so casually.
After pouring it into the pot, I couldn't help but shout: "These are all gold coins."
"Can't people in the Black Forest afford salt?" Zhou Qingfeng asked. The food available in the Black Forest was too bad. Ever since he 'enjoyed' the smelly salted fish, he only ate food provided by the real world.
Rubio was stunned for a while, not knowing how to explain it to his master. Orc Todd came over with a big bowl in his hands and shouted, "Being able to eat salt is the life of a noble. Our most luxurious life is to have enough meat.
Dry."
Wilson, the leader of the craftsmen, also approached the cauldron and said with great envy: "Even in Cold Wind City, a pound of salt is sold for about five gold coins. My income in the city is pretty good, but I can't afford such a generous meal.
Put salt in everything.”
One pound is nine taels, less than one kilogram. A gold coin from the Black Forest is about nine grams. Although the purity is not high, it can be roughly estimated. Five gold coins, even if calculated based on the gold price in 1990, is still seven
ten yuan.
Based on the price of goods at that time, seventy yuan could not buy a pound of salt, so the people had to rebel. In another world, Wilson was considered a middle class in the city, and the price of salt was so expensive, let alone a place like the Black Forest.
place.
Rubio whispered to Zhou Qingfeng: "Master, I know you have magical means to get salt. But please leave this salt to me for safekeeping. The untouchables will be satisfied if they can eat some salty food. You can do whatever you want
A big spoonful, I feel sorry for you."
But Zhou Qingfeng sprinkled one spoonful not enough, and sprinkled more than a dozen spoonfuls in one breath. According to his standards, "Every person's daily salt intake should be six grams, but this is light physical labor. Heavy physical labor should be ten grams."
above."
For more than two hundred people, a day's consumption of salt requires at least two kilograms. Zhou Qingfeng simply did a simple mental calculation and poured all the bag of salt in his hand into several steaming cauldrons. He happily stipulated, "From now on, every hundred people
Eat two bags of salt every day.”
Seeing the white salt pouring into the pot, Rubio shook his hands like a miser, "Gold coins, everything you eat here is gold coins. A bag of salt is a bag of gold coins!"
Todd was stunned for a few seconds holding a wooden bowl. He grabbed a wooden spoon and stirred it into the large pot. He also yelled: "I'm big, I should eat more salt." As he said that, he poured it into his bowl.
Several tablespoons of meat porridge were poured into the stomach happily, regardless of how hot it was.
Everyone who followed Zhou Qingfeng could squeeze in and get a bowl of hot meat porridge for breakfast. The salty taste was much more delicious than usual, and they all burst into laughter. There were even people from other settlements who came over and wanted to share a bowl of soup.
.
Rubio is a miser. He personally stood by the cauldron, holding up a wooden spoon and angrily scolding outsiders, "This is a gift from His Excellency Victor Hugo. People who are not from our voodoo swamp are not allowed to eat it."
"
Meat porridge is made from overnight bread and minced meat. Even if salt is added, Zhou Qingfeng has no interest in it. But in the eyes of others, this poor food is already a rare delicacy, and the smell makes people drool.
"Rubio, don't be so stingy. You can exchange salt for salt. Fresh game, extra flour, even if you are willing to put in the effort, we can get salt." Zhou Qingfeng felt that he did not need to be too rigid.
The price of salt in the two worlds is so different, and salt is a necessity of life. It would be unwise not to use it in exchange for some benefits.
The human leaders of the Black Forest were still searching for treasures in the mines of the Iron Ore Valley, and the original action plan had to be temporarily shelved. In the interest-driven world, no one listened to the words of Zhou Qingfeng, the 'mascot'.
So Uncle Zhou didn't show any politeness at all and quietly took advantage behind his back.