The handicraft team has too many things going on recently. The knife invented by He Chen is very popular, and he also made it himself. The supply is still in short supply.
"It's so annoying. There's also the salt-drying method, so the people in the hunting team can only stop learning how to swim."
"But swimming is also exercise. If you don't exercise for a long time, your physical fitness will decline."
Before, He Chen felt that there were suddenly too many people and a lot of food was consumed, but now he felt that there were not enough manpower.
Raising chickens requires people, drying fish requires people, and even drying salt requires people, let alone making salted fish for preservation later.
"I have a headache. Let's calm down some people first."
He Chen is experiencing daily regrets.
If only I had studied human resources management!
How great it would be if I had studied chemical engineering!
If only I had carried the traveler gift packs from major websites before traveling through time...
He Chen regretted that.
"Forget it, forget it, all experiences are summed up."
If he doesn’t know how to dry salt, he should try it.
If you don’t know how to make chicken...or Bobo feed, then try it.
No matter what, it will work if you try a few times.
If we rely entirely on experience, it will lead to no experience.
"Then the next step is to dry the salt."
He Chen touched his chin.
The salt-drying method and the salt-boiling method are the only two methods he knows, which are also due to the time-travel novels he read in his previous life.
But he was blinded by the specific method.
"The sun salt method seems better?"
He Chen has already asked people to get some flat stone jars in an open area.
After all, if the sun-salted method is applied directly on the land, He Chen is worried that it will turn into saline-alkali land, which will be harmful to planting.
So he made a lot of stone jars to hold sea water to dry the salt.
"It's too wasteful to just boil the salt over a fire. Well, it's just sun-dried salt."
It's just that what He Chen is afraid of now is that there is not enough fire, or not enough firewood.
But before that, he asked the people of the wilderness to cut down trees like crazy, and the wood was stored in several caves and cellars, which should be enough.
"Get some salt now!"
…
In the tribe.
Most people handle fish with joy, but because of lack of experience, most people are not very good at handling it.
Especially some fish, such as the wild bass, resist very fiercely.
After processing the fish's internal organs, the Dahuang people kept a small part of the fish to grill or cook at night, and took most of it out to dry.
The sun is strong in the afternoon, which is perfect for drying fish.
Just like this, the strong fishy smell filled the entire territory.
"Uh, it stinks."
He Chen endured the fishy smell and came to an open space between the fence and the earth wall.
There are many flat stone jars here, each one made very flat, and some people are pouring seawater into them in wooden boxes.
Moreover, every few people are only responsible for filling one stone jar, and when it is full, they go to other places, because there is not enough manpower.
"It's difficult..."
He Chen saw that there was nothing going on here in Sun Yan, so he went to other places to check on the situation.
…
Two more days passed.
It was still sunny these two days, and He Chen was a little worried about the amount of fresh water stored. If the weather continued like this, the Great Wilderness tribe would definitely be finished.
"Chen Wu, the salt you asked for is here!"
He Chen was relaxing on the earth wall when he heard this and ran down immediately.
In fact, the salt came out from the beginning.
But the salt that came out for the first time was so bitter and astringent that I couldn't eat it at all.
He Chen wanted to give up at that time.
Because he thought that the salt-drying method in the previous life might require the addition of chemicals to produce pure salt.
However, technological progress is all due to accidents.
When he went to check for salt, he found some snow-white particles in a bush of grass.
Salt!
Different from the light yellow coarse particles in the stone jar, the salt on the grass leaves is snow-white and tastes only salty, not bitter.
After He Chen inquired carefully, he found out that the origin of this salt was because a slave accidentally knocked over some of the water in the stone jar.
The slave was whipped for a long time.
"That's right! Saturation!"
Only then did He Chen remember the term saturation.
So he went through various comparative experiments and produced the snow-white salt he had eaten in his previous life at noon.
"Chen Wu, you are here."
"Chen Wu, is this salt?"
"Morning Witch..."
He Chen came to the salt field, which was filled with stone jars of various sizes.
Some stone jars are slightly tilted and empty inside, while some stone jars are lying flat and filled with snow-white crystal particles.
He Chen ignored the others, but walked forward excitedly, bent down, pinched a little salt and put it into his mouth, carefully moving.
Salty!
"Finally...finally made it!"
He Chen was so moved that he almost cried.
Table salt! From now on, you can add salt to barbecue, boil soup, and even disinfect!
"Chen Wu, can this be eaten?"
A man next to him asked timidly.
This is the slave of the Monkey Tribe, named "Hu". It was he who knocked over the stone jar before that He Chen discovered the saturation problem.
Worried about the lack of manpower, He Chen simply asked Hu Lai to take charge of the salt fields.
He Chen didn't believe in luck before, but now he believes in it.
So he tried to let this slave do something to see if there were any other surprises.
Of course, not yet.
"You are here first."
He Chen waved his hand: "Collect all the white salt, put it in jars, and put it in the cave of Monument Mountain."
Now that the salt-drying method has come out in the experiment, He Chen can feel a little more at ease and think about the next experiment.
That's fresh water!
But this is nothing experimental, just dry it in the sun, and then the water vapor condenses back into water.
A stone jar is filled with seawater, and a wooden board is placed on top. The wooden board is placed diagonally, and another stone jar is placed at the bottom. The content in this stone jar is fresh water!
But He Chen later discovered that this was too slow! How long would it take to get some water based on the evaporation of the sun?
"The steaming method won't work either. There's not that much firewood. If there were fire elves... yes! There are fire elves!"
He Chen's eyes suddenly lit up.
If there is no firewood, there is Darubi!
Dailubi doesn't need firewood to breathe fire. All he needs is food. As for food, isn't there fish everywhere?
"That's it!"
He Chen immediately asked someone to call the people from the Black Dog Tribe to take charge of this matter.
Then he went to the earth wall to look at the scenery.
Teng Teng Snake and Xiao Bai went to help every day, and only Big Carp led the carp king group to patrol outside the earth wall.
Since the fish population exploded on the first day, the fish population has gradually decreased, or the population has leveled off.
He Chen also stipulated that fishing could only be done once a day in the afternoon, not because of environmental protection or because he wanted to protect various elves.
Simply because it stinks!
The entire Dahuang tribe was always filled with a strong smell of fish, and He Chen was almost smoked into salted fish.
He Chen was sitting on the earth wall, and the big beast swam over, followed by a group of carp kings.
Now he doesn't dare to put his feet into the water, who knows if something will pop out and bite him.
You must know that there are countless elves in the deep sea, and those discovered in previous lives must only be a small part.