The Rise of Primitive Tribes Farming

Chapter 10 Salt Making
Chenbei drove all the way back, but the Triangular Green Goat didn't go very far. In the past ten days, he had been wandering in a forest, so it wasn't too far away from the Mang Tribe.

With Chenbei's speed, it only takes one day to arrive.

When Chen Bei came back from the place where he found the salt soil, it was already in the afternoon, and after driving a third of the way, it was already dark, so he had to spend the night in the forest.

Early the next morning, he continued to rush back.

However, halfway through the journey, an unexpected situation occurred.

He encountered a hunting party from another tribe.

This hunting team has hundreds of people and is hunting a herd of wild deer.

There are five middle-level totem warriors in this hunting team, and the rest are all low-level totem warriors. As for the high-level totem warriors, I have not seen them.

Such a hunting team is relatively strong in small tribes, and some small tribes don't even have a middle-level totem warrior.

Chen Bei noticed that almost every one of these totem warriors had a snake on their bodies, and their totem patterns were also very similar to snakes.

Based on Chenbei's experience, this should be a tribe with snakes as their totem gods, and the snakes on their bodies belong to war pets and can help them fight.

Just like the Zerg Tribe, most of the totem warriors of the Zerg Tribe have battle pets, some are scorpions, some are centipedes, in short, they are all kinds of bugs.

Totems give them the ability to communicate with these pets.

"It seems that the location of the Mang tribe is not as safe as it seems. I just don't know how far this tribe whose totem is a snake is from the Mang tribe."

Chen Bei's happy mood was covered with a layer of cloud, and there was usually no harmony between tribes.

As long as there are interests, there must be disputes, and tribes are no exception.

Now that the Mang tribe finally had hope, Chenbei didn't want to destroy all the existing things because of a war with this strange tribe.

Must become stronger as soon as possible!
Chen Bei felt a sense of urgency in his heart. Whether it was him personally or the tribe, if they were strong enough, they would not have to worry about these problems at all.

Chen Bei hugged the salt soil in the animal skin bag tightly. This thing is a fast and powerful weapon of the tribe at present, and must be used well.

Chen Bei didn't disturb the hunting team. After observing, he left quietly, and he wanted to rush back to the tribe as soon as possible.

He hurried all the way, and finally rushed back to the tribe in the afternoon.

Looking at the rows of simple houses from a distance, and the tribal people passing through them, Chen Bei's hanging heart finally let go.

Fortunately, during the ten or so days he left, nothing major happened to the tribe.

Chen Bei walked into the tribe and met many people on the way. Everyone was very curious about his bulging animal skin bag. After all, Chen Bei had been away for more than ten days.

But no one dared to go up and ask, because he was the leader.

Chen Bei returned to his wooden house, threw the two animal skin bags of salt soil on the ground, he was relieved, and the tight string was also relaxed.

After taking a refreshing cold shower, he changed into a clean animal fur coat and lay down on the bed. Now, he didn't want to move, he just wanted to have a good rest.

Not long after, when he learned that Chen Bei had returned to the tribe, Elder Mu rushed over immediately.

"You just stay outside and don't let anyone get close here. I have something to talk to the leader about."

"Yes, elder."

The elder asked two strong tribal warriors to guard the door, and then entered the wooden house by himself.

"Chief, I have finally brought you back!"

The elder could not wait to cry, he never expected that Chenbei would go for so long, during this time, he was always worried, fearing that something unexpected would happen to the tribe.

It's all right now, Chen Bei, who is the highest combat power of the tribe, is back.

Chen Bei got up from the bed covered with animal skins, and said: "During the days when I was not in the tribe, the elders worked hard."

"That's what I should do."

Afterwards, the elder asked cautiously, "Boss, did you... find it?"

Chen Bei naturally knew what he was referring to. Chen Bei pointed to the two animal skin bags on the ground and said, "I found it, it's in the animal skin bag."

"Really?"

The elder trembled with excitement when he heard this sentence, he knew very well what it meant.

The elder walked up to the animal skin bag, and with trembling hands, he untied the rope on the animal skin bag with great effort.

The white salt soil that caught the eye has changed from lumpy to powdery after bumping all the way.

"This...is it edible?"

The elder actually wanted to taste a little bit, but was afraid that he would be poisoned.His old bones can't stand the toss.

"Of course it can't be eaten now, but after I fix it with the method taught by the totem god, it can be eaten."

"Then do it quickly! Leader, this is a major event that concerns the entire tribe."

The elder couldn't wait to know the answer, so his tone was a little excited.

Chen Bei was a little helpless, he actually wanted to sleep peacefully and do it again when he woke up tomorrow.

But now it seems that if he falls asleep, the old man will probably suffer from insomnia all night.

That's all, since he is so old, and for the sake of the tribe, let's get it done before going to bed.

Chen Bei thought for a while and said, "I'll go outside and find something to come back."

"Okay, I'll wait for you here."

After Chen Bei left, the elder never took his eyes off the two animal skin bags, his eyes were very gentle, as if he saw the woman he liked when he was young.

Chen Bei walked to the woods next to the tribe, he knew how many palm trees there were.

Palm trees have layers of bark, also called zong hair, which can be used to make ropes and coir raincoats.

In the previous life, when Chen Bei was young, he often saw adults working in the fields wearing straw raincoats made of palm tree bark and straw hats on rainy days.

Chen Bei walked under the palm trees. Since the Mang tribe had just moved here not long ago, these palm trees had never been skinned.

Chen Bei carefully peeled off the palm bark layer by layer with a stone knife, peeling off a lot.

Then, Chen Bei returned to his residence with the pile of palm bark in his arms.

Seeing Chen Bei hugging the palm bark, the elder was a little puzzled, what was he doing?
Chen Bei didn't whet his appetite, and directly stated his purpose.

"This is for filtering."

"filter?"

The elder had never heard this word before, but it was not easy to ask, so he had to wait patiently to see what Chen Bei was going to do.

There are two wooden barrels in the Chenbei wooden house. Of course, they are not made of planks, but a section of tree is directly hollowed out, and two small holes are dug in the upper half of the tribe and tied with ropes.

Wooden barrels are very primitive and not very good-looking, but in the tribe, there is no carpenter, so you can't ask too much, just use it.

Chen Bei filled half a bucket of water with a wooden barrel, then poured part of the salt soil from the animal skin bag into the wooden barrel, and kept stirring with a stick until the salt soil dissolved.

He picked up a lot of charcoal from the firepit, smashed them all, put a layer of palm bark on the bottom, covered with a layer of charcoal, covered with a layer of palm bark, and then covered with charcoal, and repeated five or six times. layer.

Chen Bei tied the two sides of the thick layers of palm bark with ropes, but pressed down in the middle, forming a deep hollow, which looked like a ship.

After that, Chen Bei put the ship-shaped palm bark with several layers of charcoal on top of the empty wooden barrel.

That's right, Chenbei will use it to filter the impurities in the saline soil.

Palm bark is very fine, like a natural woven cloth, which has a good filtering effect.

Charcoal has a strong adsorption effect, and after layers of superposition, the finally filtered brine will be relatively clean.

"I'm going to pour water, the elder helped me stabilize."

Chen Bei picked up the bucket of dissolved saline soil water, and slowly poured it onto the boat-shaped palm bark.

The elder hurriedly helped it up carefully, for fear that it would be knocked over.

The turbid saline soil solution gradually became clear after being filtered layer by layer. When it flowed into the empty wooden barrel, it looked relatively clean.

The elder was stunned. He even thought that Chen Bei was performing witchcraft to make the muddy water clear.In his opinion, this is really amazing.

Then, Chen Bei filtered the salt water several times until it was clear.

"Boss, why is it all water and salt?"

The elder didn't forget the most important thing, he felt a little confused, because of his knowledge, he couldn't understand everything Chen Bei did.

"Elder, don't worry, the salt is in the water, I'll boil it out later."

There is a large stone pot in the Chenbei wooden house. The only stone toolmaker in the Mang tribe found refractory stone and spent several days polishing it.

When he knew that there was a stone tool master among the more than 100 people, Chen Bei was really happy for a while.

In the tribal age without iron tools, stone tools and bone tools were the most important tools, and stone toolmakers and bone toolmakers were rare talents.

Chen Bei scrubbed the stone pot clean, then poured salt water into the pot, lit the fire, and waited for the rest.

The stone pot was heated relatively slowly. After several hours of burning, the water in the stone pot gradually decreased, and a layer of white crystals appeared on the edge.

Chen Bei scraped off this layer of white crystals, dipped a little with his finger, and put it in his mouth.

Salty, very salty, with a bit of a bitter taste.

Although it is not pure salt, this is already the best result that Chen Bei can achieve with his poor knowledge reserve.

The elder, who had been waiting so hard, saw that the leader tasted it himself, so he couldn't help but taste it himself.

"That's right, it's salt, it's salt!"

"Blessed by the Totem God, our tribe has salt!"

The elder was so happy that he was going crazy, he even cried and sobbed softly.

(End of this chapter)