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Chapter 93
The eyes of the men were attracted by the row of plump, maple-colored water urns at the base of the cave wall.

The last time I came here, I heard from the owners that they called these hollowed-out stones pottery. The first time I saw pottery was in the Yougu Tribe. I didn’t expect the Dahe Tribe to make it so soon, and it looks more delicate. , the color is bright and uniform, reminding them of the red pine forest outside their own tribe, they liked it very much at first sight.

The pine needles knocked on the outer wall of the pottery curiously, making a crisp and pleasant sound. They couldn't help grinning and asked the owners, "How long does it take to make this thing?"

Lan Hua laughed and said, "This drainage urn took less than five days in total. Most of the time was spent drying, baking and firing. It may take half a day to actually make it!"

The people of the Big Tree Tribe couldn't hide their surprise. The number of these drainage urns is too large for them to count. If they are replaced with smaller water bags, they will need more quantities. It takes a lot of time and a little bit of luck, and the subsequent processing is time-consuming and laborious... It can't be done without a year or a half.

And the pottery took only five days to make!
Large capacity, not perishable, easy to make, fire-resistant and heat-resistant... Before they did not have a clear understanding of pottery, now they finally understand the superiority of pottery.

"Are these also gifts from the sky?"

"Of course!"

"Praise the sky!"

The people of the Dashu tribe suddenly praised the generosity of the sky devoutly, and the people of the Yougu tribe were stunned.

Miao asked strangely: "Could it be that you have also been guided by the sky?"

Song Guozhengse said: "We used to be lost children just like you, but now, we are used to looking up at the sky and listening to the voices of our ancestors. Last time we met, we were still short of food and clothing, and now we are no longer Worrying about food, relying on the blessings of the sky and ancestors."

The already unsteady will of the young hunters of the Yougu tribe was shaken violently once again!
What Zhang Tian said, what Lin Yu said, and people from the Dahe Tribe said was just one-sided words after all, but now a third party comes out to say it, as if telling them: look up to the sky, the personal test is effective, and believe it quickly!
This makes it hard for them not to believe that if the cognition of descendants of the earth cultivated since childhood is not deeply rooted enough, they will almost turn to the embrace of the sky at this time.

Song Guo searched among the crowd, and soon found Zhang Tian who was whispering with Lin Yu.

Last time he visited, this boy with a unique hairstyle left a deep impression on him. This time, they also kept their promise when they left and brought more coarse salt.

Song Guo handed over the coarse salt he had brought to Zhang Tian, ​​and then saw him turn around and pour the salt in the bag into the clay pot, but this was nothing, it was nothing more than changing a storage container, but then, he saw Zhang Tian Tian poured water into the clay pot without hesitation.

Song Guo was dumbfounded, and said in amazement: "What are you doing?"

Zhang Tian didn't answer but asked instead: "After you went back, did you lead the people to pray to the sky as I said?"

"Of course!" Song Guo didn't think about it, "I look up at the sky every night, and I don't dare to slack off even a day!"

Zhang Tian nodded and said with a smile: "That's right, no wonder I feel the power of the sky in the salt you brought this time."

"There is the power of the sky in the salt?" Song Guo showed doubts, "But...we didn't worship the sky."

"Sacrificing to the sky is different from offering sacrifices to Xue Ling. I have also said to the people of the Yougu tribe that daily prayers are also part of the ritual of offering sacrifices to the sky. You look up at the sky every night, never slack off, and are devout enough, so the sky gives responded, and left in your salt the power to purify it."

As Zhang Tian said, he used sackcloth to filter the coarse salt water to remove large sand and gravel debris, and then put the filtered coarse salt water on the fire to burn. To produce relatively pure table salt.

Song Guo looked confused.

Zhang Tian's explanation failed to completely dispel his doubts. He now knew that there was the power of the sky in the salt, but after adding water, wouldn't the salt be gone?How to become pure?
Boiling salt is a long process, and only a fool would stand here and wait.

After Zhang Tian boiled the salt, he slipped away.

Song Guo is naturally not a fool. After waiting for a while and seeing that the salt water in the clay pot did not respond, he returned to the tribe full of doubts and waited for the meal.

"It's time to eat!"

The women served a steaming, rich and fragrant dinner.

The men couldn't wait for a long time, and they banged the bowls and chopsticks in their hands.

The mushroom chicken soup in the earthenware pot is boiled until golden, and the thick multigrain porridge overflows with sweet fragrance. The various dishes in the earthenware pot emit an attractive oily luster. .

Serving soup, scooping porridge, distributing food, lifting bowls, moving chopsticks, turning pottery spoons... The lively cave suddenly became very quiet. In the eyes of the tribe, enjoying the hard-won food quietly and earnestly is The utmost respect for food.

Only the crisp sound of tableware colliding and everyone's wolf-chewing sound echoed in the cave.

As soon as the food was eaten, the people of the Dashu tribe suddenly realized: the reason why the food is more delicious than last time is not only because of the new cooking utensils and cooking methods, but also because of the addition of a crucial condiment --Salt!

The incomparably mellow salty fragrance fills the lips and teeth, and under the guidance of the king of all flavors, all kinds of fragrances suddenly come to life, intertwining a wonderful and harmonious movement on the tip of the tongue.

Pine Needle couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "It's delicious!"

Immediately shut up after admiring, for fear that if you say one more word, you will miss a bite of food.

At this time, silence is better than sound, needless to say, everyone eating like a storm is the highest compliment to the women's craftsmanship.

Song Guo was surprised, but Song Guo didn't say anything.

He knew that the River Tribe got its salt from them, but he knew better than anyone the virtue of his own tribe's salt.

Compared with the mellow taste in his mouth without the slightest smell, the salt he brought should be thrown into the trash!
Such a pure taste, even the salt obtained by sacrificing Xue Ling, is far behind.

The power of the sky is terrifying!
The young hunters of the Big Tree tribe were also pleasantly surprised. After yesterday's salty porridge, they tasted another kind of porridge tonight: sweet porridge!

Before coming to Dahe Tribe, they had only eaten plain porridge, and they were used to it. They never thought that porridge could have so many flavors.

White porridge is also very fragrant, but changing the taste occasionally and trying new things makes them feel indescribably happy.

Everyone quietly enjoyed a sumptuous dinner that is rarely seen in this era, and everyone had a satisfied smile on their faces.

(End of this chapter)