The Merits of the Great Antiquity 99999999

"One, two, three, I have three here too!"

"Three, I am here too!"

"One, two, three, four, four, four here!"

"Four, I have four here too!"

The five "kilns" were being unveiled one after another, and the clan's voices came one after another, with excitement, and an almost uncontrollable excitement.

And the harvest, at this moment, directly exceeded everyone's expectations, including Jiang Chen.

Three furnaces and three furnaces, two furnaces and four furnaces, that is, this time, the harvested pottery has reached as many as seventeen.

This kind of harvest has rarely been foreseen in the past three days.

And the increase of each finished product is also huge. After all, even if there is only one increase in one furnace, five furnaces will be five.

When the number of firings is sufficient, it is definitely a staggering and terrifying number.

Soon seventeen pottery pieces were carefully moved out, and then it was only necessary to wait for them to cool down, and then simply wash them in the river before they could be basically used.

The five kilns also quickly filled up again, the mud embryos that had been prepared were put in one by one, and the flames that were extinguished were then increased.

Although in fact, the increase in the yield is also the reason why the clansmen's workmanship has become more refined and improved, but there are also higher temperatures.

At this time, the flames manipulated by Jiang Chen seemed to be just acquired fires. In addition to his own limitations, the temperature was not high. It was estimated that it might be seven or eight hundred degrees, which was basically equal to the temperature of wood burning.

But if the "kiln" does not go out and keeps burning, this kind of temperature will further increase, possibly reaching nine hundred degrees or even one thousand degrees, which is much higher than the temperature of the flame he manipulates.

The eyes are intertwined, and some questions and things are pondered in my mind.

The output of the pottery kiln fired at one time is already very considerable. In this case, it should be possible to carry out the planning in his mind soon.

He doesn't need too much, except for the ones that everyone uses, he only needs twenty pottery jars, and he can do it.

Thoughts are flowing in the interweaving, and there is also a touch of anticipation for the future.

However, while he was pondering, the patriarch walked towards him with a tiger.

"morning!"

As the two approached, the tiger's voice sounded, causing Jiang Chen, who was in deep thought, to gradually recover.

"Tiger, patriarch?"

His eyes were intertwined, and he looked at the patriarch and tiger who came over, and his expression couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

In the morning, he seemed to remember that he asked the tiger and the patriarch to see if the surrounding river section had sunk into one side again.

He is going to use it to raise fish. After all, the river is only so big, and more than a hundred of them are not bad. If it can be increased later, I am afraid that the fish in this river will almost become extinct.

Fish farming is an obvious and affordable move, especially in this prehistoric world.

Some of the viscera that they can't handle, as well as the viscera of the fish themselves, can become the best food for the fish to lose their love.

In this wild world, this kind of existence with spiritual energy, I am afraid, there is nothing better than this.

Jiang Chen naturally wouldn't let it go, and asked his uncle and the patriarch to find it today.

"Chen, there are some things, I'm afraid we have to go out!"

Chapter 39 Out of Salt, Tribal Market?

"Patriarch, you said, there is no more salt in the clan?"

Hearing the words of the patriarch and the tiger fall, Jiang Chen's expression froze and he spoke with a hint of surprise.

Salt, yes it is salt, there is also salt in this prehistoric world.

Even the rock tribes have been eating salt, even when the fur is drinking blood.

It's just that there is very little salt to eat, just sprinkle a little bit on the meat, or even put a little salt water on it.

"Well, yes, the salt that was exchanged in the tribe last time may be gone after this meal!"

The patriarch nodded and recounted the original story.

This time, Jiang Chen finally understood what was going on. It turned out that the Rock Tribe drank blood and the consumption of salt was extremely small.

But when the fire was discovered, Ru Mao drank blood and turned into roast meat. In contrast, the taste and function of roast meat naturally took a few streets away from raw meat.

However, in this way, it has to cause another problem, that is, the original salt consumption increases sharply after roasting.

This is not because of pursuit, but an inevitable result. Blood replaces most of the original salt. In this case, the required salt will naturally be less.

But when Ru Mao drinking blood disappears, the elements that the body needs will not disappear along with it. Without blood, the consumption of salt will naturally be more.

"exchange?"

"Patriarch, you said the salt was exchanged?"

After the matter was sorted out, Jiang Chen spoke with a hint of curiosity. In the words of the patriarch, he clearly heard this key term.

"Yes, Chen, the salt is produced by the tribe where the sun rises. This time, I just want to discuss with you whether some people can be drawn from the kiln!"

Hearing Jiang Chen's curious voice, the patriarch hesitated for a while, and said a little embarrassedly.

These days, he also knew the function of pottery, especially after Zhuan and Zhuo were brought out by Jiang Chen, it made his eyes even brighter.