After everyone had eaten and drunk enough, at the request of Wang Tian, everyone cleaned their dishes and chopsticks. They are all placed on the shelves next to the "kitchen". The style of this shelf is made with reference to the table of the democratic vote. The difference is that it is multi-layered.

In order to distinguish whose bowl and chopsticks it is, a small piece of dried bark is hung from a thin straw rope on the branches in front of the wooden shelf. These are all made by Wang Tian after cutting out pieces of similar size with a knife, and then punching out several bark holes with a hand drill.

There is one in front of each bowl in each row. Wang Tian asked everyone to write their names in front of them to distinguish them.

But this stumped everyone. It's not that people don't have names, it's that no one in the tribe can write except for witches.

Wang Tian has been promoting Mandarin since he crossed over. Nor could he comprehend the meaning of the tribe's original esoteric language. I don't have the energy to come up with a kanji name for everyone.

The solution to this puzzle is a group of lively and active children. At the same time, it also gave Wang Tian a problem.

When the first child drew a fish with graphite in front of his sign, when Wang Tian went to check it again, the patterns on the sign became colorful: some painted birds, some painted insects, butterflies, grasses, flowers and all kinds of patterns. Careful ones draw ants and centipedes, those who draw quick and lazy pictures, some draw circles, some tick, and all kinds of suns.

But since the appearance of a second lazy man, the scene seems to be out of control. Someone else draws a circle. This dude will be replaced by two.

Well, with the beginning, you can't stop the car. So, three circles, four circles. Concentric circles, a bunch of Olympic rings all appeared. Two vertical and three vertical well type. Anyway, how simple is it.

This made Wang Tian cry and laugh, but he was helpless. I said, who, these concentric circles have been drawn to as many as eight, what is the matter with you adding one?

In the future, before eating, you have to count the first half of the day, which is not counted......

It seems that the time has also come for household registration management to be rectified. This pile of hoops and sticks is a headache to look at.

In the afternoon, all the men went to the factory to make bricks, the pregnant women who had stayed behind in the tribe were responsible for making straw ropes, and the rest of the women were responsible for killing fish to dry, weaving fishing nets, and tying wooden frames for storage.

Wang Tian plans to make two of the two specifications of fishing nets first, and it is enough to have a spare one. The size of the barrage net is set at 10 meters long and 5 meters wide, and the size of the net is based on the fact that fish above one pound cannot escape.

Grass ropes were also made from nets used for hunting, and there were more specifications for such nets.

There are throwing nets that catch a single ferocious predator, ground nets that are placed on the ground to install traps, fixed nets that are "open on the side of the net", mobile nets that catch power players such as wild boars, and sky nets and trap nets.

Although fish is enough to supply the tribe's food, meat can provide more fat and is also an indispensable source of calories, especially the meat of carnivores, which is currently the main source of salt intake for the tribesmen.

After Wang Tian gave the task, he picked up the pig brush that he had made before, and the big water tank witch had already returned it to him after the sacrifice was completed, and he planned to paint the cave walls again, and then use it to soak the animal skins, and after the animal skins were made, he had to start sewing the winter clothes.

To paint the cave, you first had to bring the water source, because you had to build a wooden frame to cut the wooden planks, and the second brother of King Kong was not sent by him to make bricks.

Wang Tian asked the second brother to use a sharpened wooden stick to charcoal on the fire, and then open the diaphragm in the middle of the bamboo pole to lead the water to the left side of the tribe. And dig three earth pits on the left side of the cave/door/mouth, one large and two small.

The large one is used to soak the hides, and the two smaller ones are used to soak the hides. One is used to soak the hides before soaking in water and the other is to soak the hides in ash water, and then tanning the nitrate.

The soaking pond for plant ash can be used to make lime slurry in the early stage, so that there is no need to use the large water tank in the cave.

That big water tank Wang Tian planned to use to hold cool and boiled drinking water. He asked Huo 1 and Huo 2 to boil water in a clay pot and pour it into a large water tank to cool, and then send it to the brick-making team. They need to replenish a lot of water, and drinking raw water for a long time is not enough.

Wang Tian found Houttuynia cordata by the river in the morning, and dug it up with roots and leaves. After being washed, it is boiled over to the fire. In this way, herbal tea is also available.

Since the invention of hand-drilled firearms, the fire in the tribal caves/fires has been preserved through charcoal. The cave/gate will be tightened and stuck on the cave/inside/wall from the outside by a door panel made of bamboo at night, and torches doused with fish oil will be prepared at night to prevent attacks by wild beasts when going out.

They were responsible for lighting fires during the day and driving away marauders from the sky when food was dried, and now had an extra job of boiling water.

None of the three pits to be dug were very large, so they were quickly dug and tamped. After the second brother brought the water, Wang Tian began to prepare lime slurry.

The cave/interior can be painted white, and the reason why Wang Tian prepares lime slurry is only to increase the viscosity and adhesion of lime, and the requirements are not high. So it was done quickly.

He took two baskets, drilled the lime paste into the basket, and put it on the back of the little horse, so that when he painted, he could move freely and brush wherever he wanted.

Because the lime is corrosive, Wang Tian installed two pieces of wood on the saddle, so that the little Fuma could not touch the lime to ensure its safety.

Wang Tian led the little Fuma into the cave, and he started to brush from the cave/door/mouth.

At the beginning, it was not smooth, the walls of the cave were not regular, and the uneven lime mortar was difficult to adsorb, Wang Tian felt that the mortar was too thick, and it was really good to do it after diluting it with water. The reason why he tuned it so strongly at first was because he didn't think it was white enough.

In fact, there is a big difference between the effect of lime before it is dry and after it is dry. When it's still wet, it doesn't feel so white. But when it dries, the effect will be beyond imagination.

After a certain amount of experience, the progress of painting is much faster, but a new problem comes, Wang Tian previously thought that Xiao Fuma's mobile paint bucket could save him a lot of effort, but he found that he was wrong, this goods are a bit stubborn donkey, not leaving, rushing back.

"Xiaofu, we should be the closest, you see that everyone in the tribe is working, you can't strike, it's a shame to eat and live for nothing!" It doesn't work to be strong, Wang Tian is trying to reason with Xiao Fuma.

And Xiao Fuma seemed to be very indifferent to his behavior of brushing the wall, and kept rubbing Wang Tian's arm with the horse's head.

At first, Wang Tian thought that Xiaofu was close to him, but gradually found that this thing was really guilty of a donkey's temper, kept snorting, and then did not move his steps, and stretched out his long tongue to lick the painted wall, and kept arching with his mouth.

Wang Tian's head is full of black lines, what's wrong? Could it be that these stinky horses are disgusted with decoration and too polluting?

The work couldn't go on, so Wang Tian had to stop and let Xiao Fumara go. If he does it for such a day, he will arch it for a day, and that tongue will have to peel off the skin if it is not wasted.

He had the lime mortar unloaded from the horses. The free labor was useless, so Wang Tian had to call the two of them to cooperate with it.

He made a piece of bamboo himself as a board brush, and rebuilt the damaged part of the little Fuma. But when you make up for it, you feel that something is wrong.

The places that have been licked by the little colt are all transparent stones, a bit like plaster. Wang Tian's gaze circled around the cave wall, and there was a suspicious look in his eyes.

He noticed that there was already a layer of white powdery object on the unpainted wall, and he picked out a piece and pinched it with his hand to make sure it was not lime.

Could it be that little Fuma was not arching the lime just now, but licking these white powdery things?

Could these, probably, be ...... Salt!

Wang Tian's heart was pounding, and he didn't have such a violent reaction on the first blind date back then!

Wang Tian found a stone hammer, smashed a small piece of all the places that Xiao Fuma had licked just now, and quickly took it to the outside of the cave to watch carefully.

The white object of transparent diamonds is indeed more like plaster, or like white jade wrapped in skin. But little Fuma doesn't seem likely to lick these two things.

He hurried into the cave, where he had never been brushed with lime, and picked down a handful of stones with white powder. Then bring a bowl of cold boiled water.

Whether you taste it or not, what a horse dares to eat shouldn't be poisonous, right? If it's salt, it's too important for the tribe.

Wang Tian was ruthless and made up his mind. People die and birds rise to the sky, and they do not die for thousands of years. He stared at the white powder with wide eyes, stuck out his tongue and licked it.

The witch who kept writing in the cave/innermost was recording the various miracles that had occurred in the past few days, and after discovering Wang Tian's anomaly, he put down the graphite chalk and came to Wang Tian to inquire.

But I happened to see Wang Tian licking the stone with his tongue. couldn't help but have a question on his face: Is the Son of Heaven competing with this horse? Why don't you learn to lick the stones!

And Wang Tian, who was licking the stone, had an expression of eating soil on his face, and spit a few mouthfuls on the ground. The expression on his face gradually changed from disgust, disgust, doubt, until he showed joy. And then...

Then he licked/slot/licked again, and this time he seemed to hold back and not spit it out, but tasted it very seriously.

"Son of Heaven?" Wu asked, puzzled, and pointed to the stone. But Wang Tian was completely deaf to this, and he didn't seem to see Wu in his eyes.

After Wang Tian licked the stone for about three or four seconds, a familiar taste filled his taste buds, and a smile appeared on his face, and then it became stronger and stronger, until he had an expression of uncontrollable joy.

“Oh yeah.”

The excited Wang Tian clenched his fist with one hand, jumped up with both legs, and stomped heavily on the ground. Then he burst out laughing.

Wu was taken aback by Wang Tian's strange language and exaggerated movements.

"Son of heaven, what's wrong with you, are you eating badly... Food? Wu forgot what to say, so he had to substitute food.

Wang Tian, who came back to his senses, found that Wu had come to his side.

"Wu, this... This is a good thing, a really good thing" Then Wang Tian couldn't stand it again, and danced with his hands.

Wu is even more confused, these people live in caves every day, can they find good things?

What's more, the good things that Wang Tian said seem to be edible, and it seems impossible that the things that can be eaten like this are in the cave without being discovered by everyone.

Suspiciously, he took the stone in his hand, put it under his nose and smelled it, but did not find any unusual fragrance. Then he learned Wang Tian to lick it with his tongue.

"Phew, Bah, Bah..."

The two people who were painting the wall, looking at the two people who were licking the stones, the stars on their heads rose.

Did the two smartest people in the tribe take the wrong medicine today? Nothing to lick the stone to play?

And after Wang Tian vomited, he excitedly grabbed his hand and asked, "How is it, does this taste good?" This is salt, is it salty? ”

Yet he was doomed to be disappointed, and how could it be possible for someone who had never eaten salt to describe the taste of salt?

I've never eaten salt, how do you know what saltiness is!

"Salt? What is salt? Wu Kou asked. A mouthful of earthy smell, and the Son of Heaven actually asked him if it was delicious. Can this stuff be delicious?

In fact, after Wu vomited, he also felt a taste in his mouth that he had never tasted: it felt a little bitter and a little astringent, could this be the saltiness that the Son of Heaven said?

But it's not delicious, is the Son of Heaven's taste different from everyone? Wu suddenly remembered that even when the Son of Heaven was eating the fatty dried venison, his face did not have the expression of hunger, thirst and enjoyment that everyone else had.

The Son of Heaven doesn't like such delicious meat, but now he says that this bitter and astringent stone is delicious? Is it really the taste of the Son of Heaven that is particularly different?

Wang Tian immediately came to his senses after speaking, and his tongue, which had been wrapped in smoked meat for a long time, definitely couldn't understand what he meant. He was no longer entangled with the witch, and immediately called the second brother, who was chopping the plank, to come over and ask him to bring an axe to follow, while he was almost close to the wall of the cave that had not yet been painted.

His eyes looked at those particularly white places, that is, places with a lot of white powder, and after finding one place, he motioned to the second brother to smash it with the back of an axe.

After Wang Tian crossed over, he basically did not stay in the cave during the day, and when he stayed at night, he never paid attention to the surrounding rock walls.

He had determined that this was salt, and that it was rock salt of the highest quality.

Rock salt, as the name suggests, is rock-like salt, with a chemical composition of 98% sodium chloride, and dozens of minerals needed by the human body, including iron, calcium, magnesium, potassium, aluminum, zinc, gallium, silicon, etc., known as the "king of salt". Wang Tian seems to remember that it seems to be called a single crystal or something...

Just like natural rock sugar, it seems to be a single crystal structure, Wang Tian used to see it when he was brewing white sugar for coffee on the computer, and remember that it was said that this structure is easier for the human body to absorb or something, anyway, it made the merchant blow the sky.

Pure stone salt is colorless and transparent, light gray, yellow, red, black and other colors when containing impurities, glass luster, belongs to a typical chemical deposition of minerals, often symbiotic with gypsum.

No wonder Wang Tian first tasted a gypsum smell, this single crystal form of salt was completely different from the granular powdered table salt in Wang Tian's consciousness. As a result, he didn't think about it for a while.

The reason why the rock wall of the cave seeps out salt crystals is estimated to be because he had people smoke the cave with fire before, and the natural salt crystals seeped out the appearance of the stones after being dissolved by heat, and then re-condensed.

Look at the cave/inside/wall/the white patch. Just burned a fire. With so many salt crystals oozing out, how high should the salt content of this rock salt be?

After the second brother smashed open the surface skin of about one square, Wang Tian lit a fire stained with fish oil, and stepped forward to observe it carefully.

The rock faults that unfolded in front of him looked like the distribution of rocks in different centuries, and two layers of seemingly ordinary rocks were sandwiched with a layer of pure table salt crystals. Layer upon layer, layer upon layer.

"Get rich, get rich," Wang Tian, who was a little stunned with joy, was like a mentally ill person who kept breaking his thoughts.

Wang Tian decided that tonight when Wu presided over the third sacrifice of the day today, he must thank God for his favor.