Chapter 61: -Called Huatu

The more A-Liang was selling like this, the more puzzled everyone was. However, whether it was Ji Thief or A-Liang, they all smiled unpredictably. I wouldn’t say anything about killing them, just like this aggression. On the road, that is the best goal for people to get stuck in the back door.
"Sir Warrior, just talk about it, what exactly is it?" a group of people wailed.
The thief smiled cheerfully, and pulled out the hare wrapped in saline-alkali soil from the fire with a wooden spear, and said: "Eat, eat first, let's talk about other things later."
Everyone wanted to ask impatiently, however, their question disappeared instantly after Ji Thief used a wooden spear to knock open the layer of dry and cracked mud covering the hare's surface.
What is the smell in the air? I'm afraid it's not an exaggeration to say that the aroma is tangy. This method of roasting meat is even more intoxicating than before.
For a while, the open space was full of greedy inhalation sounds, and even the old patriarch and witches could not avoid them.
"Okay, it smells good, Lord Warrior, is this what the rabbit?"
Ji Zei stretched out a finger and smiled in front of him: "It's called Huatu, plus I wrapped it in saline-alkali soil and grilled it. The taste is stronger than before. Come, everyone try it."
Everyone wiped the corners of their mouths and coveted to see the old patriarch.
In contrast, the old patriarch took a sip of water subconsciously.
Upon seeing this, Ji Thief tore off a rabbit leg and handed it over.
"Hey, let everyone eat first, let everyone eat first." The old patriarch said politely.
The thief stuffed the rabbit's legs into the arms of the old patriarch.
After doing this four times, the polite old patriarch couldn't bear it anymore, took it with a loud laugh, and opened his mouth to tear off a large piece of meat.
"It's so fragrant!" The old man said with his hands full of oil stains.
His words completely made everyone boil, and he screamed forward and shouted: "I want too, Lord Warrior, I want too."
Ji Thief waved his hand cheerfully: "Don't worry, everyone has it, everyone has it."
After a while, four or five hares were cleaned up.
Ji Thief took a piece of meat and threw it into his mouth. He felt the salty taste of rabbit meat. He couldn't help but sighed: "This familiar taste is still fragrant when eating rice with salt."
When he was speaking, Xue was chewing on one leg, his mouth filled with oil.
"Woo, warrior, how can this rabbit be so delicious? How did you think of it being so roasted."
Ji Thief said: "It's called Huatu, girl, is it delicious?"
Xue nodded vigorously: "Well, although it has a strange smell, it's very fragrant."
Ji thief smacked his mouth and explained: "This is the benefit of adding salt."
"Salt?"
Snow froze for a moment.
Ji Thief gave a hum.
The old patriarch wiped his greasy mouth with his arm and asked Ji Thief: "Warrior, I always wanted to ask you, what is the salt you always talk about in your mouth?"
The words of the old patriarch fell, and everyone followed their eyes and could see that not only the old patriarch wanted to know about this problem, but everyone was also like this.
Ji Thief shook his head and shook his head, as if the old scholastic general explained: "Salt, it is simple to say, in fact, it is essential to humans... uh, ahem, a kind of thing. I always wanted to get some salt out of it. It’s just that, because there is no raw material, I just gave it up, but today when I was looking for medicine for injury, I was lucky to find the saline-alkaline soil, so everyone will have a good taste in the future."
The witch believes what Ji thief said during the saline-alkali soil during the day, and her eyes light up: "Then, should we add this kind of soil to every meal in the future?"
The old patriarch sucked his fingers and said: "Add it and add it, anyway, after adding it, the food will be more delicious."
The thief shook his head and interrupted the old patriarch's words: "Of course it won't be like this. To do so is completely wasting precious salt."
The old patriarch snorted when he heard the words, and looked at Ji Thief in confusion.
Everyone behaved like this, they wanted to see what kind of explanation Ji Thief gave.
Ji thief said: "In fact, what I think is very simple, that is, every meal in the future can let everyone eat salt. Not only that, with salt, we can also preserve the food that we can't finish eating. In this way, even when food is scarce, we don’t have to worry about starving."
After hearing the words of Ji Zei, the people of all the tribes were surprised in their eyes. What's more, they beat their chests and cheered.
Don’t you have to go hungry when food is scarce?
God, is there such a miraculous thing?
Faced with the reaction of these people, Ji Thief was a little surprised. I can understand what is surprised. You cheer, it's a bit too much, brother.
The only explanation is that food is indeed the top priority for primitive people, even higher than life.
It seems that the saying that people take food as their heaven is the same everywhere.
In fact, the thief knew that the cheers of these tribesmen were not just because of storing food.
You know, it's summer, with plenty of water and plants, and plenty of food, but when it comes to winter when everything is silent, there will be a serious shortage of food.
At that time, in order for the tribe to continue, some old and weak people were forced out of the tribe to save food.
Because of this every time it snows, seven or eight clansmen are abandoned.
I don't know how many people of the ethnic group parted from their relatives because of these reasons, but the cold nature left them no choice.
On the contrary, now, they heard Ji Zei say that food can be stored, even in winter, there is still food to eat, how can these people be unhappy?
The old patriarch and the witch looked at each other, and felt a glimmer of expectation from Ji Thief's words.
If, if it is the same as what the warrior said, then the tribe will no longer have to abandon the tribe when it snows. If it is the same as the thief said, then the tribe can still do it when it snows and food is insufficient When they were full, they couldn't help but increase their breathing when thinking of this.
"Warrior, do you use these mud to wrap the food in storage?" the old patriarch asked cautiously.
At the same time, he also felt a little guilty about the impatience that the thief had collected before collecting saline-alkali soil.
Ji Zei smiled and shook his head: "Of course not. Although the saline-alkali soil can be seasoned and flavored, it is still difficult to store food or something with it."
"What do you mean by that warrior?" the old patriarch asked.
The thief said: "This saline-alkali soil has a high salt content, so my plan is to boil the soil to get salt."
"Boil the soil and get salt?"
"Yes, starting from tomorrow, the collection of clay and saline-alkali soil cannot be pulled down. In addition, I need some helpers to help me get the salt, but this assistant must be careful. In this way, I can let everyone In the fastest time, use salt."
The old patriarch stood up with a shudder: "Okay! I'll let someone arrange it."
"Master Patriarch, me, me, let me help the warriors get salt."
"Master Patriarch, let me come, I can be more careful."
"Don't listen to him talking nonsense about the patriarch, who can be more careful than me in the tribe?"
For a moment, everyone shouted, as if they all wanted to ask for a place to help Ji Zei.
However, at this moment, the witch suddenly stretched out her hand.
The noisy people closed their mouths and looked at the witch in surprise.
Under the light of the fire, the witch's face turned red, and she didn't know if it was hot or because of something.
"Ah, well, I think salt is a major event related to the tribe, and a person with enough weight must be asked to help, Lord Patriarch, I think I'm fine." The witch calmly said.
"Master Wizard is too shameless."
"That is, the wizard should do to protect the safety of the people, and the usual busyness has nothing to do with the wizard."
The crowd immediately began to whisper to each other, and the words were full of helplessness and complaints about the witch's identity.
The old patriarch looked at the witch, lowered his head for a moment, then turned to ask Ji Thief: "Warrior, what do you think?"
Ji Thief snorted: "Um, I think, the snow is pretty good."
As he said, Ji Thief also cast his gaze on the snow sitting beside the fire.
The latter was raising his head with a dull look, facing the envy and jealous eyes of many people, and weakly asked: "Warrior, do you call me?"
Suddenly, a group of people patted their foreheads.
"Warrior, I think you should think about it again." The witch did not want to give up.
Ji Thief immediately snapped his fingers and said: "Don't think about it, it's snowing."
Hearing Ji Zei's words, the witch snorted, stood up and went to her cave without looking back.
Ji thief was still a little confused, scratching his head and asked the old patriarch: "My patriarch, what's wrong with the wizard?"
The old patriarch waved his hand. At this time, he put all his thoughts on the salt Ji Zei said: "It's okay, don't worry about her, come to the warrior, let's talk about the salt thing in your mouth."