nucmednet Chapter 112 Planting 5
Chapter 112 Planting 5
On the day after the haircut, the dogs looked at each other, and you could actually see some disgust in their expressions.
Ji Lang just pretended he didn't see anything, what a bunch of guys who don't know the value of things.
Xiaoman and Qingjiu's hair was cut by Jilang, and they both liked it very much.
There was a pot of pumpkin porridge for dinner. The pot was big and had plenty of firewood. The pumpkin was sticky, mushy, sweet, and had the fresh taste of fresh pumpkin. Ji Lang was happily drinking his second bowl of porridge. The bowl was noisy when a group of people came in noisily.
"Priest, priest, we are here to get potato seeds!" Dashu shouted outside the kitchen, sticking his head out to look inside.
Seeing Ji Lang holding a bowl of yellow pumpkin porridge, which seemed to be delicious, he swallowed his saliva and asked, "Priest, what are you eating? Anything else?"
Jilang: ...
You are really not shy at all.
Dashu was really not a shy person. Seeing Ji Lang pointing his head in the direction of the big pot, he immediately rushed over. There was still half a pot left. He turned sideways to put down the bamboo basket on his back, took out a chipped ceramic bowl from it, filled it with two spoonfuls of pumpkin porridge, and sat on the doorstep to drink it.
Ji Lang really wanted to draw a few black lines on his face with his hands. This brother is really awesome. He even brought a bowl. Didn’t he prepare to eat for free?
But he was also a little curious, "Did you come here without eating?"
"Hmm...ah? Eat it!" Dashu responded while eating.
Ji Lang: "You are still like this after eating, as if you have been hungry for several days."
Dashu chuckled, and after finishing a bowl of warm pumpkin porridge, he felt satisfied and wiped his mouth casually, "I don't know why, but I always feel that the food here is delicious, priest."
The potatoes that had sprouted were placed in the cave next to Uncle Lin and his group. After the group of people went there, Ji Lang asked them to pack them themselves, each with a small backpack.
Ji Lang took a potato and showed them how to cut the part with sprouts into small pieces for seeds. "The cut surface should be covered with ash. Leave it for a day or two before planting. The sprouts should face upwards. Don't bury it too deep. The depth of your forearm should be enough."
A group of people stared at the potatoes in Ji Lang's hand seriously, as if they wanted to stare them into flowers. This was the thing they would depend on for survival in the future. They were not good at hunting, and gathering depended on luck. If there was another drought, they would probably die quickly. With these things in the future, they could also stockpile some food for emergencies.
In the next few days, on the first day when they were planting potatoes, Ji Lang followed them and watched for a long time. He found that they worked efficiently and seriously. If they didn't understand something, Ji Lang didn't need to tell them, they would come running to ask him.
He felt relieved and never went there again. It was time to dig the potatoes in the field, and the corn kernels had become hard and could be collected and dried in the sun.
Qing Jiu and his friends have made quite a few gains recently. With so many people, they are bold too, so they attacked the bison that they had not been willing to provoke before. They were not reckless, but used a trick. They pulled a net in the place where the bison often drank water, and also tied some ropes on the ground. They shot arrows and fired guns from a distance, and the bison were startled and started running. A few of them stepped on the nets or were tripped by the ropes. Hunting is to attack the victim while he is weak, and the group of people were noisy, and the noise was so loud that all the birds in the valley were startled, and the bison scattered and ran away. The ones that were tripped were quickly dealt with, and together with the ones that were injured in the chaos, they actually harvested nearly ten bison in one trip. It's a pity that these bison were of bad temper and could not be raised.
It took several trips back and forth to collect all these big guys. There were so many people, so the fresh meat was divided among the five cows, with each person getting a piece. The skinned cowhides were all useful whether they were used to make clothes or to cover the cold season. Qing Jiu finally decided to distribute these cowhides to the elderly and children who had nothing. They had no ability to survive, but it was difficult to save enough supplies for the cold season by gathering. Giving them some furs would be good for their own use or to exchange for food in the future. Ji Lang also gave them some salt and taught them how to pickle meat.
The weather was hot and the meat could not be kept, so the earthen ovens in the two yards were busy, roasting beef day and night.
It’s just…there are more and more people, and the salt that Jilang makes is enough for daily food and drink. But when the windy season comes and we need to pickle a lot of bacon or smoked meat, I’m afraid there won’t be enough. It seems like we have to find a way to get some salt.
"By the way, your tribe used to exchange salt with other tribes. Do you know where those tribes got their salt from?" Ji Lang tossed and turned, unable to sleep, so he simply leaned over to Qing Jiu's ear and started talking to him.
Qing Jiu, who was drowsy and about to fall asleep, was confused for a moment before he realized what Ji Lang was saying. He pulled him into his arms with his big hands and thought for a while before speaking, "I've only heard that some tribes have salt mines in their territories, but it seems that they can't be eaten directly and need to be processed. I don't know how they are processed. Some tribes are close to the sea and they have the ability to make salt, but I don't know how this is made."
The seaside? Making salt? Jilang probably knew what was going on. Generally, it was evaporation and crystallization, which could be dried in the sun or burned. Salt mines definitely depended on luck, and they might not be found. But where was the seaside? He didn't know either.
Ji Lang: "Then do you know in which direction the sea is? How far are we from it?" When Qingjiu was a child, he followed his father to look for the magic medicine. He went to many places and might know it.
"It takes us two full moons to walk to the seaside." Qing Jiu reacted and stood up in surprise, "You can make salt?"
"I haven't practiced it, but I know the general principle. It's actually very simple..." Ji Lang chattered to Qing Jiu about how to extract salt from seawater.
Qing Jiu didn't expect that Ji Lang knew this. He had seen the salt that Ji Lang had refreshed. In fact, if it was distributed reasonably, it would be enough. But after all, there will be more and more people in the tribe in the future. He recently discovered that the women who came to the tribe basically have new partners, and they will probably have children soon. Slowly, there will definitely be more and more of them, and the salt can no longer rely solely on Ji Lang to refresh it. Originally, he was thinking of going to the Baiyun tribe to ask how they got the salt. Now that he knew the method of making salt, he could let the people in the tribe make salt and bring it back.
But the question is who should go?
One of him and Ji Lang must stay behind, after all, he is the backbone of the tribe, but he really doesn't want to be separated from Ji Lang. However, others may not know where the beach is, and even if they show them the way, there is no guarantee that they will not go wrong.
"What are you thinking about? Why aren't you talking?" Ji Lang talked for a long time and found that Qing Jiu didn't say a word. He thought that he was asleep, so he got up and took a closer look and found that his eyes were still blinking.
Qing Jiu grabbed his dishonest paw and said, "I'm thinking whether I should take the people in the tribe to make salt. There are many people in the tribe, and we can't just rely on you. Besides, we can't give them everything. They also need to spend some effort to know how to cherish it."
Ji Lang understood what he meant. A little kindness is rewarded with a big kindness, this principle has always been the same from ancient times to the present.
But at this moment he had no time to praise Qing Jiu's wisdom. He began to feel uncomfortable unconsciously, and his voice became a little depressed, "I don't want to be separated from you."
He also knew that one of him and Qing Jiu had to stay behind. If they all went out, the tribe would be leaderless and prone to problems. With one person staying, they could make decisions. In fact, Xi Shi and Guo Qi were both reliable, so if things really didn't work, they could make the decision. It was just...
Because of Xishi's size, many hunters who came later were not very convinced of him. Guoqi, on the other hand, was afraid of trouble. They could let him do some work, but it would be like asking him to be the boss, as if it was going to cost him his life. It was okay to be a leader for a short period of time, but if he went out to make salt, it would take four or five months before he came back, and everyone in the tribe would be beaten by Guoqi.
Moreover, although Ji Lang's physical fitness is much better than before, it is still far worse than these people. When traveling outside, he doesn't want everyone to be considerate of him and slow down their progress because of him.
The two discussed for most of the night but could not come to any conclusion, so they went to bed first. Anyway, they still had to harvest crops and cultivate the land these days, so they couldn't leave for a while.