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Chapter 117 Snow Salt
This face-to-face young woman is actually a special existence in the tribe just like the priest?
Shanxi was skeptical, and couldn't help but look at Lin Yu a few more times.

Because she was sitting, I didn't notice it at first glance, but after a closer look, I realized that this woman's legs are very long, she must be very tall when standing up, and her appearance is also unusual. He can't say what is unusual. ...It's different, different from all the women he's ever seen, and somehow gives him a feeling of extraordinary intelligence.

After all, he is a Ph.D. student from a top university, and his temperament is extremely well handled.

Shanxi presides over the sacrificial ceremony every year, and he has seen countless people. Although he doesn't know what temperament is, he can vaguely feel that Lin Yu is different.

At this time, the black bear bowed his head to his ear and told him about yesterday's culinary competition.

Shan Xi was quite surprised, what surprised him the most was not that Hu Tong recognized her as his teacher, but that this long-legged woman was underage!She looks thin and weak, and she does seem to be underdeveloped, but compared to other people of the same age, her height may be a little too exaggerated!
When did such a pair of children who are different from ordinary people in appearance and wisdom emerge from the Dahe Tribe?How come never heard of it before?
Shanxi looked at the pair of boys and girls, feeling suspicious.

Lin Yu easily boiled a pot of water and made a cup of tea for the two guests, while Zhang Tian added some firewood to the fire, clapped his hands and said: "Yesterday I discussed with Black Bear how to make salt from snow, he It should be passed on to you, I wonder if the method I said is correct?"

At first, he thought that the Youyan tribe came up with such a theory that snow turns into salt to fool other tribes. Later, he learned that the Youyan tribe consumes a lot of supplies every year to sacrifice to Xueling, and felt that this group of primitive people seemed to really believe in snow. The source of all things.

On the night when the Big Tree Tribe visited for the first time, he suddenly thought of a possible situation.

Perhaps a long time ago, the ancestors of the Salt Tribe found a piece of saline-alkali land or exposed salt mines in the process of tracking the herd. They imitated the appearance of wild animals and lay down to lick the land, tasting a touch of bitterness from the bitter soil. salty.

People who ingested enough salt suddenly felt refreshed, their waists were no longer sore, their legs were no longer painful, and they could climb six mountains in one breath.

This made them realize that this bitter and salty soil is a good thing!
But untreated salt is too bitter and astringent, and it is hard to swallow. They only come to the field to lick it when they are sweating profusely and have numb hands and feet.

Until one winter, the primitive man who was destined to change the history of the tribe came to this salty land. He imitated the flock of sheep to dig up the snow on the ground, but the ground was too cold, and he did not stick out his tongue to lick it like a sheep. Instead, they dug out the snow and soil together, put them into animal skin bags, and brought them back to the tribe.

When he returned to the cave, the snow had already turned into water. He fished out the mud at the bottom of the water, warmed it up by the fire, and then put it to his mouth to lick. The mouth was full of earthy taste, where was there any salty taste?Can't help but turn pale with fright: Where's my salt?What about my big lump of salt?
He was very tired, thinking that now that the salt was gone, he should drink a glass of water.

So he poured out the water in the animal skin bag and put it on the fire to heat it.

The water boiled quickly, and then, he found that white particles were constantly precipitated in the water.

Driven by curiosity, he picked out these tiny particles, put them in his mouth to taste, jumped three feet high, and shouted: "Salt! Pure salt!"

The people of the clan gathered around, tasted the crystal salt, found that the salty soil that was once difficult to swallow, the bitterness and astringency became very light, they were all surprised, and asked in a hurry: "What's the matter? Why is the stamina still strong?" Is it not enough?"

"It's because of the snow!"

The man who brought the snow and salt soil back to the tribe said firmly: "Salt can only become pure with the help of snow!"

In this way, the ancestors of the Salt Tribe discovered the method of purifying salt by chance, but mistakenly associated it with snow, and gradually developed a worship of snow.

Zhang Tian told Lin Yu about this conjecture a long time ago, and he was highly praised by Dr. Lin and endorsed by experts, which made him more confident.

He asked Hei Xiong to meet last night, and they were talking about this.

Although Hei Xiong was noncommittal at the time and insisted that he should first explain the situation to the teacher before giving an answer, but seeing his slightly panicked expression, Zhang Tian knew that his guess was indistinguishable.

Later, he told him the story of Fuxi's drawing of hexagrams, telling him that worshiping the sky had a long history, but the relevant knowledge was too complicated to be passed down.

Just when the black bear was shocked, the fiery young man named Yun suddenly appeared, interrupting Zhang Tian's spellcasting, causing him to fail in escape, otherwise he should have taken down the honest bear last night.

Shanxi picked up the teacup and took a sip of this thing called tea. The hot tea with a light aroma rolled into his mouthpiece, which refreshed him.

Not long ago, after listening to Black Bear's report, he couldn't believe his ears.

The child named Tian was obviously a foreigner, but he told the story of their ancestors, as if he had seen it with his own eyes!This is incredible!
The old priest waited for a long time to accept this fact, and later learned some other facts: the bows and arrows, pottery and extremely pure salt brought by the Dahe Tribe this time are said to be from the people who were guided by the sky and inherited the knowledge of their ancestors. The hand of a young man.

Hei Xiong also said that after the tribal meeting, they would go back to the snow and salt land discovered by the Big Tree Tribe to worship the sky.

After knowing these things, he immediately put away his contempt and came to visit with an extremely cautious attitude, hoping to have an equal priest-to-priest dialogue with the future priest of the sky.

"Where did you know these things?"

Shanxi put down the teacup, and by asking this, he admitted that what Zhang Tian said was true.

"Everything is guided by the sky." Zhang Tian still used the same rhetoric, "My ancestors told me."

"Ancestors..." Shanxi frowned slightly, "Is it your ancestors, or our ancestors?"

"Not only our ancestors, but also your ancestors."

"You don't want to say that we have a common ancestor?"

Zhang Tian was stunned for a moment, Shanxi robbed him of his lines, which was beyond his expectation.

He could not help but sit up a little bit straighter, and treated the old priest more seriously: "We have settled here for generations, and our blood has long been blended with each other. Our ancestors are naturally your ancestors."

"you are wrong."

Shanxi said in a very serious tone: "Although we have forgotten many things and many people, we have not forgotten where we came from, nor our ancestors. We are not the same as you."

(End of this chapter)