Just when Guo Yang was at a loss, someone sent some salt.

It was the young man who had been punched half to death by Guo Yang. He carried a crumbling pouch, with a straight face, pouting, and a look of great reluctance.

The young man stood in front of the cave where Guo Yang and Anu lived, and he looked like he was still angry with Guo Yang.

"You're Yan...... Son? Guo Yang was a little puzzled, the old man obviously said that it was a man named Yanzi who would deliver food, he thought it was a woman, but it was the young man who came.

"This is salt, this is grain." The young man's face was not good, and he took out half a bag of salt and three large bags of grain from the small bag.

The small gray bag is a magic weapon that can only be used by cultivators, called "storage bag", it looks a little smaller, but the space inside is extremely amazing. Guo Yang himself had two, so when he saw the young man's storage bag, his face did not show any abnormality. But Anu, who had never seen such a miraculous thing, saw straight in both eyes.

"This young master knows witchcraft, is he a sacrifice?" When the boy left the Grand Canyon in a huff, Anu was still in awe and muttered to himself.

"That's a storage bag, only cultivators can use it." Guo Yang knew that even if he explained it to Anu, he couldn't solve his doubts, so he simply said a simple sentence and began to look through the half bag of salt and three bags of grain.

Half a bag of salt can be regarded as a huge fortune, but to let three or four hundred people eat it, it is a drop in the bucket, and it will not solve the problem at all.

"Anu, let's share this salt for everyone. We'll have to find another way. Guo Yang said with a sad face.

"Young master, the salt can't be distributed to everyone for the time being, I'm useful." For the first time, Anu refused Guo Yang's order.

"Oh?" Guo Yang was slightly stunned, and looked at Anu with some confusion.

"Young master, those beast meat should be about to freeze dry, I have to marinate it with salt, otherwise, when spring comes, the weather will be warm, and the meat will spoil." Anu looked at Guo Yang's eyes and quickly explained.

"Okay then." Guo Yang nodded and said.

In terms of taking care of life, Anu is much better than Guo Yang. He took the half-sack of salt and called out to the younger women, who taught them how to handle the dried meat with salt as he helped.

Anu took a few people and cut dozens of pine and cypress branches in the mountains to get a well-closed cave.

He first burned all the branches of the pine trees into charcoal and stored them for later use. At the same time, the organization of people to make the branches of those cypress trees into small pieces, and then began to marinate the meat of those beasts.

The meat of the beast hung on the stone wall, and it had already been freeze-dried, and Anu came to borrow a knife from Guo Yang, saying that he wanted to make some small holes in the meat so that the salt water could fully penetrate it.

Guo Yang's face was a little bad, how to say it, his knife was also the top blade in the world, but now it was going to be taken to cut the meat.

However, looking at the honest and stubborn Anu, Guo Yang didn't say anything, and directly handed the knife to Anu.

Anu was overjoyed, and while shaking his knife at the sun, he let out a strange scream, as if it was the kind of whistle that their tribe made during a hunt.

Guo Yang was a little worried, for fear that Anu would damage the knife, so he followed Anu silently, wanting to see how this guy pickled animal meat.

Anu was immersed in his love for knives, and he was a little unable to extricate himself, and the white light on the knife made his eyes half-squinted, a bit like the slightly drunk state when drinking half-horn wine.

Enough of the trick, Anu began to cut the meat.

He skillfully cut the flesh into palm-wide strips and made small holes in them, and then handed them to the others to dip in a natural stone trough.

The stone trough was filled with the juice boiled from the branches of the pine and cypress trees, and half a bag of salt was poured into it, giving off a strange fragrance.

The meat of the beast was soaked in the stone trough for three days and three nights, and Anu called the old and disabled women and children to let everyone work together to hang the pickled meat in the cave.

Wearing a crown of thorns woven from pine and cypress branches, Anu looked solemn and whispered in his mouth, as if holding a grand sacrifice and throwing some crumbs of pine and cypress branches on the flesh of the beasts, as well as on the heads and bodies of everyone present.

After the ceremony, Anu began to light the fire.

He whispered a song that no one understood, an ancient and mournful voice that seemed to come from afar.

The charcoal was red, emitting a warm glow of blue, blue and red, and the meat of those beasts made a soft sound.

Bursts of strange fragrance wafted out, and even Guo Yang couldn't help but swallow several mouthfuls of saliva. The old women and children who had gone through the long years of hunger stared directly at the roasted animal meat in the cave, and swallowed their saliva in large gulps.

Especially the children whose bellies were swollen like thin toads, they were even more hungry, and they put their fingers in their mouths and smacked hard.

As the flesh began to turn sallow, the crumbs of the pine and cypress branches that had been piled up underneath the flesh began to smoke. In less than a cup of tea, thick smoke filled the entire cave.

"Seal!"

As Anu snapped, dozens of people quickly brought in the stones they had prepared in advance, blocked the entrance to the cave, and sealed all the gaps with thin mud.

A complete set of processes took about two hours.

After the meat was smoked in the cave overnight, it finally came out of the cave.

The whole Grand Canyon was filled with a strange aroma, the rich aroma of meat, mixed with the fragrance of pine and cypress, wrapped in the smell of flames, mixed with the smoky smell of burnt fire, which made hundreds of descendants of merchants intoxicated and almost unable to extricate themselves.

They gulped down the strange scent, making a "slippery" sound, as if they were all a little cold.

"Ahh After smelling the fragrance for a while, Guo Yang felt that his nose was itchy, and he couldn't help but sneeze, and tears and snot came out.

"Anu, it's so fragrant, how did you pour it out?" Guo Yang patted Anu's thick shoulder and said with a smile.

"That's half the effect, and if you add our peppercorns and smear them with lard or badger oil before smoking, then it's called fragrant. In our Di tribe, such a delicacy is only allowed to be tasted by high priests and chiefs, and only after the gods have tasted it. ”

Anu also seemed very excited, especially when Guo Yang patted his shoulder affectionately like a friend, he suddenly wanted to die immediately.

"These smoked meats can be stored for at least three or four months, but unfortunately there is too little salt, otherwise, it can be stored for a longer time."

Anu told Guo Yang that the bacon was only marinated by the Diren tribe when they worshiped the gods, and that he had salted it with his own hands many times, but had never tasted it.

"Then let's taste it together! We are not gods, but we are our own high priests, our own chiefs! ”

Guo Yang stood on a stone man and announced loudly: "This is bacon!" ”