The spring water, which weighed about ten catties and was filtered several times from side to side, finally boiled about six taels of salt.

In other words, the salt content of this natural brine has reached 6 percent, which is about double the salt content of seawater in the modern plane.

Specifically, because of the information downloaded on Song Yong's mobile phone, there is no more detailed data.

He didn't know if this 6% salt content was higher or lower compared to other salt wells in the modern plane.

However, since it is possible to make salt, other things are insignificant.

For most of the next day, Song Yong was completely reduced to a spectator, and a group of dirt buns under his command seemed to have found the most interesting thing in the world.

They took the trouble to strain the water over and over again, and then boiled the salt out of it in an iron pot on an earthen stove where the fire was burning.

Every time another pot of salt is boiled, the cheers from their mouths will always come as scheduled.

The main thing is this primitive means of salt making, and the process is simple and clear, as long as you see it once, the process of the primitive people and the indigenous people to get started afterwards is not difficult at all.

In this way, they were busy until five o'clock in the afternoon.

Song Yong had about nine catties of extra salt in his hand, which he carefully preserved with a piece of rabbit skin, and at the same time, he also glanced up at the sky, knowing that if he didn't move and set off, then he shouldn't expect to go back to the cave before it was dark.

About nine catties of salt, when put together, it looks like a lot.

But don't forget, this is all the results of the two dozen people's busy work for most of the day.

It is really calculated by the degree of luxury salt used by the Gray Rabbit Tribe, which is unique in the entire Lei Yeze region, and under normal circumstances, nine catties of salt is the maximum amount of four or five days' use.

"Alright, that's all for today. Song Yong shouted at the six fingers.

Before he could stop it, the old man Sixfinger was holding a bamboo tube and pouring the spring water that had been filtered twice into the iron pot.

The hooligans on the side also kept adding firewood to the earthen stove, which was a posture of seizing the time and quickly boiling another pot of salt.

Seeing this, Song Yong couldn't help but laugh and scold:

"Look at your little bit of interest! Just by relying on this method of boiling salt on a fire, you can't get much salt from being tired to death all day long; hurry back, bring more people over tomorrow, Brother Yong, I will let you know what is the means of large-scale salt production." ”

What Song Yong said in his mouth was not completely bragging about bulls.

In other words, you really have to rely on the big stove to constantly burn the fire and boil the salt.

In the end, it would have been a shabby and ridiculous idea to get a pot of salt that didn't have much at the bottom.

Not to mention anything else, just the massive amount of firewood needed to cook salt every day, as long as the salt is continuously boiled, the mountains and forests around the canyon will be completely bald by the scourge.

In the modern plane, it has long been proven that drying salt is the best and most economical means of making salt.

The previous attempt to boil salt was just a small experiment conducted by Song Yong.

Regarding the plan of large-scale salt drying, Song Yong has already combined the information on his mobile phone for most of the remaining half a day, and he has a relatively complete and reliable idea.

From tomorrow, I will bring a little more people from the Gray Rabbit tribe to the canyon.

First let a small part of the manpower, combined with the terrain in the canyon, open up a series of flat open fields of different sizes.

The other part of the manpower is to carry the rattan basket from the mountain forest outside the canyon, dig the old silt from a small stream there into the rattan basket, and then carry it to the canyon.

The sludge will be covered with a thick layer on the open space.

And around the clearing, the ridges should be piled out of silt, so that the salt pans will not be made.

The reason why he wanted to do this, Song Yong naturally had his own considerations.

The main reason is that after the silt in the creek is dried, it naturally has a certain degree of waterproofness.

When all the salt pans have been built, where is the need to keep burning the fire and boiling salt?

After a few days of sun exposure, you can take a broom and go to the salt pan to sweep the salt.

Even if this practice of drying salt is more demanding for the weather.

If there was a heavy rain, the salt water would be in vain, but in any case, it was much more efficient than boiling salt.

What's more important is that one day, Song Yong will bring a few sips of iron pots from the modern plane to carry out preliminary filtration.

Otherwise, the number of iron pots alone will be a rather terrifying number.

On the way back, the group sped up as much as possible.

That is, when I encountered a wild boar on the road, I occasionally paused my steps based on the consideration of fresh meat replenishment in the tribe.

There were twenty American-style hunting bows, and the hunting team brought out as many as fifteen on this trip.

So when fifteen bows and arrows were quickly directed at the poor adult boar, they were interrupted by the usual methods of hunting teams to shoot like a fire.

Song Yong shouted unexpectedly: "Let me come, don't waste this wild boar skin!"

As they spoke, the noise they made had already alarmed the few big wild boars that were eight or nine hundred pounds.

Facing the 20 or so people here, the wild boar was not only not scared away, but jumped up from the muddy pond that had been rolling before.

With a pair of long fangs, it rushed towards the crowd.

According to the speed of the wild boar's charge of at least sixty yards, with the distance between the two sides, it can be said that it can be said that it can only be passed in about ten seconds.

But even so, Song Yong was not flustered at all.

Under the high concentration of mental power, he immediately let himself enter that indescribable magical state, and followed the trend Song Yong for this magical state, giving a 'bullet time' name.

Then, with a 'whoosh' sound of breaking the air, the arrow of the aluminum alloy shaft accurately hit the boar's left eye.

When the left eye was shot, the wild boar with amazing vitality not only did not fall, but rushed more frantically in the slightest pain.

It's just that after a blink of an eye, another arrow was shot out by Song Yong.

Then, the wild boar, whose right eye was also shot, was in the middle of the charge, gradually deviating from the direction, and finally crashed headfirst into a huge bluestone, knocking itself unconscious.

At this time, there is no longer any need for Song Yong, the leader, to come out.

Ling and Han, each holding a sharp steel spear, stabbed the spear in their hands directly from the relatively fragile mouth of the wild boar that had knocked out, as well as the position of the chrysanthemum.

Although they don't know, what is the effect of keeping this kind of wild boar skin that is not good for heating and making clothes?

But Brother Yong has explained, so just pay attention not to break it......

Before the sun completely went down, Song Yong and the others stepped on the lowered suspension bridge and walked into the open city gate.

Then, they could see the thistle with a small belly, and it won with a look of anticipation, and said carefully: "Brother Yong, are you back?"

Because there are so many people, the cave is a little too crowded.

Most of the members of the tribe now stayed outside the cave with fresh air, a large flat open space to rest and gossip.

So, when thistle carefully said this sentence.

I already knew that Brother Yong and the others went out today, and they represented a big move, so they immediately stopped the movements in their hands and the small talk in their mouths.

For a while, at least they could have two hundred pairs of eyes, and they all looked at Brother Yong, thinking of them.

And Song Yong didn't know what they were paying attention to under thistle's greeting.

So he didn't talk nonsense, and took out the bundled rabbit skin from the backpack behind him, and waited until the rabbit skin was opened, and looked at the snow-white salt grains in the setting sun.

As in the canyon, the earth-shattering cry rang out in the mouths of more people in the Gray Rabbit Tribe.