Seven generations of witches and seven generations of witches established the Four Elephants, and the six generations of chiefs began to delve into gossip with the assistance of the two.

The road of exploration was bound to be long, and the trio began their research in the winter until this summer, and still achieved nothing.

Although the gossip failed to produce results, a piece of good news suddenly came.

The second wife of the sixth generation of witches, the witch from the Sand tribe, is pregnant.

Hearing this news, the leader of the six generations was very excited, not only him, but even his eldest wife, the next generation of witches of the wolf tribe, was also very happy.

She couldn't have children because of her health, but she always wanted to have a child with the six generations of leaders, although she didn't do it, but the Sand tribe witch did it, and she was equally happy.

The family of three rejoiced at the arrival of a child, and the six generations of leaders once again focused their attention on the study of gossip after a period of joy.

He was able to let go of things in his home because of the virtue of his first wife.

Not only was she not jealous of the pregnancy of the second wife of the sixth-generation leader, but she even took good care of her.

Everything was going in a good direction, and Fifth Xuan occasionally paid attention to the research of the six generations of leaders, but did not give more guidance, because he hoped that the Fire Tribe would study the results themselves.

Perhaps such a result can be recognized by heaven and earth.

In this way, the fire tribe has become a stable and harmonious tribe again, and the life of the fifth Xuan has become a little easier, only the wolf totem is still a little depressed, but she at least knows where her children are, and she no longer clamored and left.

In such a peaceful day, the totem of the Niu tribe asked the fifth Xuan about the method of making salt that he had promised him.

Of course, the Fifth Xuan will not break his promise in this matter, and besides, the Fire Tribe does need salt.

In the past, the Fire Tribe could also obtain the salt needed by the body through the blood of animals, but now there is no animal blood supply.

The wolf tribe's limited hunts in the winter have returned empty-handed, so the tribesmen urgently need to replenish their salt with sea salt.

There are two ways to make sea salt, one is to use the sun exposure, which is a method of mass production of salt, which is very practical.

But in such weather, it is obviously not suitable, not only will the water vapor not evaporate from the sun, but the sea water may also freeze.

The second method he knew was to boil salt, because it required a lot of flames, and this method was more firewood-intensive, but luckily the Fire Tribe had enough totem fires to worry about this.

So the fifth Xuan directly borrowed the turtle shell from the sixth generation leader, scooped the sea water with the turtle shell and threw it directly into the totem fire that lowered the temperature, and then began to heat it slowly to let the sea water evaporate.

When all the seawater has evaporated and dried up, the existence of a thin layer of frost on the turtle shell taken from the totem fire is sea salt.

"This is salt?"

Ox Totem asked in disbelief.

"That's salt. ”

Fifth Xuan said affirmatively.

In his time, salt was not a rare thing, so he did not feel that it was very precious.

"This ...... If it's really salt, you can get back a lot of precious things. ”

Cow Totem said greedily.

"What precious things can you exchange for?

In Fifth Xuan's view, force is what the Fire Tribe needs most, and spiritual weapons are obviously the most convenient and fast way to improve their strength.

"What do you think, how can someone be willing to exchange such a precious thing. ”

Niu Totem complained, but then a sentence attracted the interest of the fifth Xuan.

"But the yellow millet seeds that you can't forget can be easily exchanged. ”

Fifth Xuan's eyes lit up, this is what he needs, although he can't plant it on a large scale now, but he can build a greenhouse, and if it's not good, he can plant a little next to the totem fire.

At the very least, make sure that you have seeds in your hands when the ice age is over.

What's more, in the foreseeable future, after the green meteorite falls, this world is cold and green, and yellow millet can be planted if it is not good.

He looked forward to it like this, so he cherished the salt again, and let Xiao Wang Ba use a fish to be dipped in salt, and then bake it and give it to the witches and leaders of the fire tribe to eat.

The three of them were engaged in research, and they were naturally a little dissatisfied when they were suddenly interrupted, but when they saw that it was the totem coming, they immediately took it back, and when they saw the totem bringing food, they immediately changed from dissatisfaction to moving.

Moved with a heart, the three of them each took a bite of fish, and they all looked at the fifth Xuan in surprise.

People's need for salt is integrated into their bones, and the three of them felt that it was extremely delicious after just one bite, and they all looked at the fifth mystery in surprise.

Fifth Xuan immediately led the three of them to the totem fire, re-demonstrated the process of making salt, and baked another one with fish dipped in salt.

The seven generations of witches also couldn't wait to take a bite, and found that the taste was exactly the same as before, so they couldn't help but hand it to the six generations of leaders in surprise.

After the six generations of leaders tasted it, their eyes were fixed on the turtle shell, which had some fine crystals on it.

He stretched out his fingers, stained some of them, and put them in his mouth, then his eyes widened in surprise, and he handed the turtle shell to the seven generations of witches.

Seven generations of witches ate it and handed it to seven generations of witches, and after she finished eating, she handed it to the wolf tribe witch who rushed over.

The wolf tribe didn't dare to eat it first, but offered it to the wolf totem, and the wolf totem licked it.

"It tasted ......"

She didn't know how to describe it, she hadn't eaten salt before.

"Salty. ”

The fifth genre came up with the name for this taste.

"Salt. ”

The sixth generation of Wu pointed to the crystals on the turtle shell and set a name for it, but he made a whining sound, not Chinese, and the fifth Xuan was a little disappointed.

The fire tribe made salt, but it was obvious that the turtle shell could not satisfy the entire tribe, so many large stone basins were made and then placed in the totem fire to boil the salt.

A large amount of edible salt was boiled, and the people of the Fire Tribe felt that it was a delicacy in the world, and for a while they became more active in the work of boiling salt.

From this day on, the Fire Tribe ate salt, but the fifth mystery was that he didn't know how to exchange this salt for seeds.

Not long after the salt was boiled, something happened that saddened the six chiefs.

His second wife, a Sha tribe witch, was walking in the snow when she accidentally fell and gave birth prematurely, and he once again missed the opportunity to have a child.

This incident made the six generations of leaders sad, and at the same time, it also made him a little alienated from the next generation of the wolf tribe, because he felt that it was her fault.

If only he thought so, his second wife also felt so, and for a while, in the family of the three of them, the next generation of witches of the wolf tribe was isolated.

Only this time, she didn't cry to anyone, because she herself felt that she hadn't taken good care of the Sand Tribe.

And these things, the Fifth Xuan and the Wolf Totem were only known later.

After the miscarriage of the Sand tribe witch, the six generations of leaders devoted all their energy to the study of gossip, and the high enthusiasm made the seven generations of witches and the seven generations of witches a little unbearable.

It feels like the two of them are not crazy, and the six generations of leaders are crazy.

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