The abundant sunlight quickly evaporated the residual water from the crystals, leaving only a small pile of yellowish particles of various sizes on the leaves.

In appearance, these particles are better than coarse salt, but much worse than modern refined salt.

Yang Hao dipped a little bit of his finger and tasted it, it was very salty and slightly bitter.

Yang Hao didn't dare to taste more, rinsed his mouth, and carefully wrapped this small pile of salt with leaves.

The salt that he separated from the sediment for the first time, Yang Hao didn't dare to guarantee that it was not harmful to the human body, he needed to find something to try the poison.

The livestock of the Great Qi tribe were naturally the best test subjects, but Yang Hao did not plan to use those animals that were too large.

In the end, he targeted his experiment on the dozen or so hares.

The hapless rabbit, at this moment, after a thousand years of travel, was once again placed on the test bench by humans, and began the tragic fate of this species.

Yang Hao took out a small part of the crystals and dissolved them into the water, soaked the grass in it for a while, and then threw the grass into the cage.

The rabbit didn't eat the grass right away, but leaned over and sniffed it.

Seeing this, Yang Hao stayed away and stood in the distance to observe these rabbits.

Sure enough, after Yang Hao left, these rabbits probably felt that there was no danger anymore and began to gnaw on the grass stained with salt water.

Probably because of the salt water, the rabbits ate very happily, and a handful of grass was quickly eaten by the rabbits.

"God forbid, but don't hang up."

Yang Hao came to the rabbit cage and moved a wooden pier to sit there.

The boring observation made Yang Hao yawn several times.

Time passed little by little, and the rabbit did not have any abnormal symptoms.

In order to be more secure, Yang Hao continued to observe for more than two hours, until this boring move exhausted all his patience.

The rabbit was still alive and kicking, without the slightest sign of burping, and Yang Hao knew that he should have succeeded.

His efforts paid off, Yang Hao thought that he would be very excited, but at the moment his mood was very calm, which made him a little surprised.

Shaking his head, he ignored this advanced psychological question.

Put away the remaining small packet of salt and return to your tent.

Placing the small packet of salt in a clay pot, Yang Hao took out a blank roll of animal skins from the bamboo tube.

With a unique brush dipped in unique ink, on the animal skin to write the four characters of heavenly creation.

Like Wu Beizhi, the steps of boiling salt and the process of testing are written in detail on it.

Words are the best way to inherit information, in the past life, the culture of ancient times is because there is no direct evidence, which leads to the international recognition of the existence of the Xia Dynasty, if Yang Hao can travel back, it is estimated that he will take a gun to those pens and foreign hairs to burst out.

After recording the information, Yang Hao was lazy and solved the problem of salt, and the rest of the matter was much simpler.

As long as there is enough salt, a large amount of pickled products can be stored, and although it cannot preserve food for a long time, at least it will not run out of food immediately.

After several hours of exhaustion, Yang Hao lay on the straw mat and slept beautifully.

This is the advantage of being the boss, when others are tired of becoming dogs, they can sleep as much as they want, and there will be no problems.

After squinting for an hour, Yang Hao woke up leisurely.

It was already a little dark outside the tent, and based on the daylight of the season, he estimated that it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon.

When I got out of the tent, I looked up and saw the red sunset on the horizon, and a large group of birds with unknown names were flying in the sky like locusts, constantly changing shapes.

The beautiful dusk made Yang Hao's spirit trance, and for some reason, his heart felt a trace of sadness and loneliness.

"It's been more than half a year since I came to this era unconsciously, and I don't know if my relatives in the distance are okay."

Thinking of this, he shook his head self-deprecatingly.

"Five thousand years, five thousand years, I am already an ancient, where are there any relatives, things are not people, maybe this is my fate."

The guards on duty nearby heard Yang Hao muttering in a low voice, and asked suspiciously, "Chief, what are your orders?" ”

Yang Hao shook his head and said, "It's nothing, oh, by the way, notify the leaders and let them come to the big tent to discuss after eating." ”

The guards bowed down and hurried away.

At night, the "officials" of the Daqi tribe were not only subconscious, but also deliberate, and the order of sitting was consistent with the size of their rights.

Shaoyan and the others naturally sat in the position closest to Yang Hao, and the rest of the district head, president, and so on sat in order of rank.

Yang Hao didn't know what to call this kind of behavior, maybe it was an instinct from a creature, he thought secretly in his heart.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Yang Hao took out the leaf wrapped in table salt from his arms.

Everyone looked at the things in Yang Hao's hands curiously, and secretly guessed in their hearts.

Yang Hao slowly unfolded the leaves, revealing a small pile of pale yellow colored crystal particles inside.

Yin looked at the particles carefully, his brows furrowed slightly, but after a while, his eyes suddenly widened, and he pointed at the particles with a shocked face and said, "This... Is this salt? ”

"What? Salt! ”

Everyone gasped when they heard this, they had seen salt, but it was the first time they had seen this kind of pure salt, and they all looked at Yang Hao.

Qu was even more surprised and speechless, he knew better than anyone else that if this was salt, it must be related to the bag of soil he brought back, but he wanted to break his head, and he couldn't figure out why the soil had become such a good salt, at this time Yang Hao became extremely mysterious in his eyes, and the unknown power made him feel a little frightened.

"Could it be ... Is the leader really a god? ”

Yang Hao said in a deep voice: "That's right, this is salt." ”

After getting Yang Hao's affirmation, everyone suddenly became calm, and stretched their necks to look at the small pile of salt.

"Chief, why is this salt so white, it's better than the salt of those big clans."

Shuo Xiang licked his somewhat dry lips.

Yang Hao smiled and said, "You have to ask about this." ”

Everyone instantly fixed their eyes on Qu with a blank face.

Seeing so many people looking at him, Qu suddenly felt at a loss.

"I... I just brought some mud and sand, and I don't know anything. ”

Yang Hao smiled: "It's those mud and sand, you saw me fiddling with the soil during the day, in fact, I got the salt out of the mud and sand, fortunately, it was successful, these are the results of my day, these salts, I have tried it with rabbits, you can eat it." ”

"Salt in the dirt, miracles, miracles."

Looking at the awe-filled and fanatical eyes on everyone's faces, Yang Hao knew what they were thinking, for people in this era, things they didn't understand would always go to God to think.

"This is not a miracle, it's just some small means, anyone can master it as long as they learn, the salt before our tribe can actually be made into better salt than these, but it will consume a lot of money to deal with, there is no need to deal with it, but in the future we will need a lot of salt, I plan to send someone to mine the salt pans over there."