Aztec Eternals

A group of people walked out of the big salt mine. Xiuluo let out a long sigh, and in the slightly cold and humid cold wind, it turned into a faint white mist.

He looked around and saw that the salt mine was built in a valley with dense salt springs. The low-lying areas were stretches of white saline-alkali soil, interspersed with many small brown mounds. The vast white valley is like the world after the snow, and the slightly arched brown mounds are like eyes looking up at the sky.

Shilot shook his head and brought his thoughts back to the salt mine industry. The demand for salt was an important factor in the formation of the primitive nations of Mesoamerica. Only the state, this more efficient economic and political organization, can make the necessities of life easier for large-scale organized people to obtain, whether in war or peace.

These necessary living materials also include cotton that can withstand the cold, obsidian as a weapon tool, and jade for religious needs. Salt, cotton, black sapphire and jade are also several strategic materials that the Mexica Union consciously controls. In contrast, sparkling decorations such as gold, silver and feathers are not so important.

The boy walked in contemplation. He inadvertently stepped on the arched brown mound, and immediately stumbled. The mound looked compact, but it was actually fluffy, and it sank as soon as it was stepped on. The fluffy salt soil sank the boy's ankles, and the soil particles penetrated from the edge of the moccasins and fell into the simple lace-up socks.

Shulot pulled out his feet with all his might, and as soon as he walked, the granular salt soil rubbed the soles of his feet into pain, and there was a slight skin irritation. The young man bent down and was about to take off his shoes and socks, but it was as if he had been cursed by an evil spirit. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, staring at the cinnamon in front of him, and fell into deep thought.

"White saline soil, brown fluffy saline soil, particles like ant eggs... This is..."

Shulot freezes like a sculpture, with countless real and illusory fragments flashing like light and shadows, and finally freezes in a virtual scene of doomsday survival. He opened his mouth wide in surprise and murmured in a low voice.

Looking at the boy who suddenly stopped, the surrounding samurai looked at each other.

Under Bertard's command, they drew their weapons vigilantly, scattered guards around, and guarded against possible enemies. The samurai chief observed for a moment, without disturbing the boy's "God Revelation". He just took out the longbow solemnly, pulled it diagonally, and pointed the arrow at the ground, to guard against the bewildering earth spirits in Mexica mythology. The four fields were suddenly chilled, and the world was silent.

After a while, Shilot waved to the guards. His expression was very serious.

"Go and call the samurai overseer of the saltworks."

The guard bowed his head in salute and hurried away silently. The young man continued to look at the ground, his eyes flickering, and he was silent.

After a while, the round-faced overseer samurai came from the Great Salt Mine. He looked at the chilling scene in front of him, sweating slightly on his forehead, and cautiously slowed down. Then, under the harsh urging of the guard, he reluctantly walked to the center surrounded by the samurai.

"Dear Priest, I don't know what orders you have."

The round-faced foreman lowered his head deeply and followed the boy's gaze, but saw nothing.

"What is this brown loose soil?"

Shulot solemnly pointed to his feet.

The round-faced foreman continued to take a look, and saw the boy's foot that was sunk by the loose soil. He knelt down in a panic.

"Respected priest, this brown loose soil has nothing to do with the big salt mine! It does not appear most of the year, and it is quite convenient to walk on the saline-alkali land. Only when the cold days come, such as the current one Months later, the brown loose soil suddenly seeps out of the ground.

Legend has it that this is because the earth spirits in the ground woke up in the cold sun. It moves underground and lifts the soil up, but it doesn't hurt anyone. And as soon as spring comes, especially when the rain falls, it will fall asleep again. "

Shilote pondered for a moment, and his eyes lit up. He asked sternly, his voice eager.

"Is it salt soil?"

The round-faced foreman looked at the young man's face and couldn't understand what His Highness was paying attention to. He had to be careful to report truthfully.

"This brown loose soil is indeed salty salt soil. But on weekdays, the salt workers don't use it to make salt, because the salt made from it is a bit bitter and spicy. But hunters from the mountains occasionally come here. Dig some soil and use it to make leather. Since we don't need it in the mine, we don't care."

Hearing this, Shilot hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his finger, dipped a little brown fluffy salt soil, and put it in his mouth. He felt it with the tip of his tongue, first it was a normal salty taste, then a bit bitter and slightly spicy. The boy's eyes brightened.

"What color is the salt made from these soils?" Sherlot's tone was filled with joy.

"The color of salt? Salt... it's all white."

The round-faced overseer lowered his head and secretly wondered in his heart. Is it possible that His Highness was bewitched by the spirits in the earth.

"Can the made salt burn?" the boy continued to ask.

"Salt, burning? This... Your Highness, we haven't tried it."

The round-faced overseer was at a loss. He became more and more sure of the speculation in his heart.

Shulot pondered with a solemn expression.

"Saline-alkali soil, brown fluffy saline soil, ant egg particles. It appears in winter, it is salty, bitter and slightly spicy, it must be salt soil! The most important raw material for making gunpowder!"

Thinking of this, Shiloh straightened his back excitedly, and a gleaming look appeared in his eyes. He looked up at the bright sky, the sun was slightly westward, and it was too early to set. The young man paced back and forth twice, then waved his hand decisively and shouted loudly.

"Bottard, let's not go to the obsidian mine, let's go back to the salt mine!"

Saying that, Shirott strode away on the way of shooting stars. As he walked, he asked.

"What is your name?"

"My esteemed highness, I am Kavale, the queen of nobles from Tenochtitlan, and I am willing to die for the great highness! Marshal Kassar is my uncle, and I had the honor to fight the evil Otomi with you."

In a rich place like the Great Salt Mine, the manager must be a nobleman. Shilot nodded slightly and asked casually.

"Oh? It turns out to be the nephew of an old friend! How is General Casal doing?"

"General Casal is at home and teaching his younger generation with peace of mind. He often tells us that the most regrettable thing in his life is that he did not follow the great king earlier. Now he is ready and ready to lead the army for the king at any time. Fight, fight hard until you die!"

After everyone walked out for a while, the salt field was already in sight. Overwatch Kavale respectfully followed, one position behind Shilot.

He bowed in a passionate reply, changed his name calmly, and gestured to the saltworks overseers in a concealed and fast manner. The overseers watched for a while, then swarmed in and saluted again one after another. Only the thinnest figure disappeared into the salt pan.

Shulot was silent. The alliance's salt field has been flat for a long time, and the huge benefits are all rotten from top to bottom. If the fluffy salt soil is as expected, the salt field must be vigorously renovated. Or simply start anew and establish a special military industry department.

As soon as he entered the salt field, the young man gave a serious order: "Let the salt workers collect the fluffy brown salt soil! Clear out the innermost salt-making field, and guard the samurai guards. The overseer samurai will all go outside the salt field to supervise the work!"

At this time, by the salt pond, Moreno was quietly thinking about life and the future. His fierce face showed rare confusion and confusion. Surrounded by dozens of strong salt workers cronies, all shirtless and muscular torso. Everyone accompanied the leader and looked at Yanchi in confusion.

After an unknown amount of time, the sharp sound of conch shells suddenly resounded throughout the salt field. Moreno came back to his senses and saw the handsome and ruthless Highness go down and return. He shuddered, and subconsciously pressed his abdomen, where there was still a dull pain.

Soon, an overseer samurai came to give an order. Everyone put down their work and went to the saline-alkali land to dig brown loose soil for His Royal Highness. Moreno felt inexplicable, but he honestly set off with his shovel, sack, and his brothers.

Brown fluffy saline soil is everywhere. During this cold season, salt workers sometimes tread on this loose soil for fun, betting who will be dragged away by the spirits underground. After working for two quarters of an hour, everyone filled the sacks, and after a while to kill time, they returned with the large army.

Moreno handed over the bag of salt and soil, and was about to find a place to rest for a while when he saw the terrifying captain of the samurai coming towards him.

"Moreno, Your Highness is calling you! You take some salt-boiled veterans and follow me inside."

The quiet chief warrior smiled slightly.

Moreno shuddered. He glanced left and right, lowered his head to think about it, and obediently took a few cronies and went to the salt field.

The interior of the salt field has been emptied. In a hidden corner, the stern elite warriors sealed off the surroundings. The salt workers brought sacks of brown soil and were then driven away, not even by the samurai overseers.

Seirot watched the cinnamon soil and salt pits in the **** of everyone. He recalled the chemical knowledge of his previous life with difficulty, and his face was melancholy. If I knew today, I should have studied hard back then.

In the distance, Moreno and the salt workers bowed respectfully and bowed. The teenager nodded, no nonsense, and directly ordered them to use cinnamon to make salt.

Under the strong onlookers of many samurai. The fierce salt worker leader is like a docile family dog, trembling and starting to work. He made the salt mound, and then drained the cloudy brine.

Shilot observed carefully, the salt water had a very light reddish-brown color. The young man was slightly delighted and pondered.

Afterwards, Moreno raised the fire again, boiled the salt water in the pit, and boiled the white mixed brown salt. Finally, he looked up at the majestic His Highness with a confused look on his face.

Shilot observed the salt for a while, then stretched out his finger to taste it again. Bertard held his arm lightly and shook his head. Then, he tapped with his index finger and tasted it carefully.

"It's salty, a little bitter, and slightly spicy."

The young man nodded. He took two steps back and let the guards light the fire, trying to ignite the salt on the ground. The salt was slightly burned, a little flame appeared, and there seemed to be very light smoke, and then there was no response.

There was a burst of joy in Shiroutte's eyes, and then it turned into confusion. He pondered in anguish, this must be nitrate, but the content of nitrate extracted is not enough and there are too many impurities.

"Salt, salty, there must be sodium chloride in it. Nitrate in nitrate should be in the form of nitrate. Since it comes from soil, it should be calcium nitrate. I learned in textbooks, and finally made soil Nitrate should be potassium nitrate. Then remove the calcium first... Yes, it needs to be precipitated... In case of indecision, add grass and wood ash first!"

Shulot gave the order again. Let the salt workers in the periphery collect the plant ash after boiling the salt in the salt field, and let the leader of the salt workers lead his subordinates to build a higher first-level nitrate tank, and change the salt pit into a lower second-level filter tank.

Moreno sighed inwardly. He worked hard to build a large earthen pond, reinforced the four walls with stones, and then spread the salt-boiled hay at the bottom as a first-class nitrate pond. Then, a channel is left at the bottom of the nitrate tank to connect to the lower secondary filter.

Then, under the command of His Highness, he and his subordinates worked hard to fill the nitrate tank with nitrate. After repeated compaction, a large amount of nitrate was filled, and the top of the nitrate was about a palm away from the mouth of the pool.

Sherlot continued to recall vague fragments in movies and books. He asked Moreno to start dipping the nitrate, and after observing the color of the water, he asked the chief salt worker to replace it with boiling hot water. Because the teenager finally remembered, it seems that the solubility of soil nitrate changes drastically with temperature, and there is always a boiling cauldron in the movie.

As the hot water poured in, the color of the filtrate obviously darkened. After a few times, when the filtrate faded, Shirott ordered the muck to be replaced. After drenching the nitrate two more times, the lower secondary filter has been filled, the turbid nitrate water flows slightly, and the heavy particles gradually sink to the bottom. And the young man looked at the sky, it was already a brilliant sunset, the eve of the old sunset.

Shulot took a deep breath of excitement. While waiting for the solution in the secondary filter to settle, he dispatched guards back to the capital, telling his grandfather that he would not be going back tonight and that he was busy with important things. The samurai lit bonfires around the perimeter, and the collected ashes gathered in piles.

When the filtrate was left to stand, Shilot instructed the salt worker to take out the clear solution of the salt water from the upper layer, and pour the salt water into the cauldron where the salt was boiled. Then, add a sufficient amount of plant ash to the pot, cook on high heat for half an hour, and filter the impurities.

Moreno worked hard. The bonfire was roaring, the salt water was boiling and rolling, bringing hot steam, and there was a pungent smell in the wind. His fierce face was full of sweat, and he scolded His Highness a hundred times in his heart, but he obeyed His Highness's command in a well-mannered hand. Many orders are constantly changing, and the same order is repeated several times, all according to His Highness's will, and there is no exact number.

Shiloh looked at the filtering effect again~www.readwn.com~ He thought for a moment, and decided that he would rather work twice more to ensure the filtering effect. So the bitter-faced leader of the salt workers boiled the salt water again, added the plant ash, and simmered for half an hour. This time the impurities were significantly reduced, and the young man nodded with satisfaction.

Unconsciously, the setting sun fell from the west, and darkness enveloped the earth. In the dim salt field, there was only a burning bonfire, and the light of the fire alternated in the shadows. The majestic young man was contemplating, the leader of the salt workers bowed his head and busy, the elite warriors stood guard solemnly, while the supervisors and salt workers gathered in the distance, grimacing and afraid to leave. Whether they like it or not, everyone witnesses the opportunity for the change of the times.

After a long time, the high-concentration nitrate water finally cooled down, and layers of white ice-like solids gradually precipitated out of the solution. Under the guidance of His Royal Highness, the chief salt worker carefully took out the solid crystals of the white ice, peeled off the outer layers, gathered them together, and then dried them again. These crystals are so beautiful, crystal clear and translucent.

Shulot held his breath and lit the fire himself, igniting a small amount of dry white ice crystals.

In an instant, a dazzling flame burst out in the darkness, and a thick purplish-cyan smoke appeared. Everyone backed away in horror, looking at the burning "salt" in fear. Only the young man raised his head and couldn't help laughing loudly!

"This is the soil nitrate! The soil nitrate of the saline-alkali land, the charcoal that can be seen everywhere, the sulfur of the east and west volcanoes, the age of gunpowder is just around the corner!"

Shiloh laughed and looked up at the starry sky, the sky was already full of stars. Under the dazzling starlight, the curtain of the era slowly opened, and after the long darkness was bred, the dawn was in the not-so-distant future.

And the future tomorrow will be a brand new era. In the flames of the new era, the mighty Mexicans will have the power to change everything!