Zhao Mai, who got up from a nap, stretched his waist vigorously, threw the little hairy dog off his shoulder, and lay on the ground humming on all fours. The pen www.biquge.info teased with his fingers, and the puppy fell silent after being put back on his shoulder, like a chick hiding under the hen's wing.

"Start training tomorrow and rest today. A squirrel holding a note blocked Zhao Mai's way. It wagged its big tail, looked directly at Zhao Mai with a pair of black bean-like eyes, and its small pointed mouth shook and trembled. Zhao Mai had a good heart, and took a large acorn from the dried fruits stacked in the corner of the room. The squirrel took the acorn in both hands, filled his cheeks at once, nodded and ran away.

Being able to receive training is good news for Zhao Mai, only with the power of self-preservation can he go deep into the forest to find valuable treasures, and he can also cross the jungle to see the town. Destiny Gold Coin will only appear in the form of various currencies, and the old ranger only has living supplies at home, and I am afraid that he will not store coins and the like.

The training of a true ranger is a great attraction for a modern person. Even when you are a soldier with a firearm, you are not more passionate than fighting with a cold weapon in many cases. The wilderness of the fantasy world is a primitive place full of wild beasts, and it is far more capable of surviving in this environment for many years than various "explorers".

Even Bei Ye hasn't peeled the skin of the Chimera, right? Zhao Mai did it. The crocodile may be the limit of Bei Ye's hand-to-hand combat ability, right? I don't know what beast Carl has killed. If I can go back with a dragon skin, I don't know if I can shock the world.

Thinking of this, Zhao Mai was suddenly stunned, and a good idea came to his mind. Even if you don't focus on things like gold, silver, and gemstones, it may be easier to bring some living creatures back for a profit. Not to mention dragon eggs and the like, bringing a griffin egg back to hatch is definitely priceless. The big rich are vying to build bigger yachts, but who can have a griffin?

But not to mention dragons, even griffons are not easy to deal with, and without strong personal force, it can only be the action of delivering dinner. Zhao Mai measured it, his current strength could not even defeat a single war horse, and among the carnivores in the entire ranger territory, he ranked first from the bottom. Oh, no, it should be a little better than the puppy ranking on your own shoulder.

It's nothing if you can't use force now, after all, you haven't received training in this area since you were a child, and now you can seize the opportunity and work hard to improve. If you want to practice your physical fitness, you need to keep up with nutrition, and the meat should seem to be sufficient, but the coarse salt is really not to be swallowed.

The old ranger can teach himself that kindness is a kindness, and kindness should be reciprocated with kindness. Anyway, there is nothing to do this afternoon, so it is better to boil salt.

He climbed down a level from the tree and told Carl and Soru the idea. The old ranger smiled and nodded, encouraging him to do it, but the orc had a "I don't believe it" expression. He didn't want to help either, so he ran out after a few words with Carl.

It's no wonder that they don't believe it, because salt as fine as flour is only found in the elves, and the other races only have coarse salt to eat. This is mainly due to the fact that elves are relatively delicate and not as tolerant to toxins as dwarves, and they have no problem gulping down coarse salt. Because they require strict detoxification, the finest salt of the elves is processed with specialized magic, and the inferior ones require complex alchemy. People of other races are curious to know the secret methods of the elves, but they have not found anything for hundreds of years.

Calr the Ranger knew that there was a salt mine in Nebo Town, and dug salt from the deep ground, crushed it, and sold it in all directions. That kind of salt is already less impurity, and can be sold for a pound of hardware. What is this concept? It is basically the same as the price of high-grade silver ore, which is 250 times the price of the same weight of potatoes.

And that's just coarse salt. The elves' alchemical salt has no standard price, but appears in small quantities in the form of luxury auctions. Elven magic can be leaked, and the technology of alchemy fine salt has not been stolen, so Carl doesn't believe that "Mike" can really make fine salt. He thought that the best this young man could do was to improve the taste of the salt and hide the bitterness.

For him, it's a child's play, just encouragement. So when Zhao Mai held the "Cihai" and kept asking him for some tools, he was smiling and satisfied. There was nothing odd about it: a few pots, a few pots, some firewood, and a large chunk of rock salt dug out of a cave.

The villagers don't eat much of this rock salt, and Carl eats it mainly to save money. He watched as Zhao Mai crushed the rock salt and ground it into a powder with a stone – albeit completely uneven. The salt powder is then thrown into the pot and stirred as it is cooked, resulting in a yellowish-brown, cloudy liquid.

I take off a T-shirt and fold it and assume it an original filter. The cloudy liquid can be made clearer.

After washing the clothes and trying again, the liquid condition can be better, but it is almost at the limit. The following work requires the help of charcoal powder. After filtering it again this time, the liquid becomes crystal clear.

The rest of the work is to steam the water dry, leaving the pot with pure salt. This is certainly not as good as the refined salt prepared in large quantities of industry, and there is a hint of brown in the snow white.

Twist it with your fingers and taste it, and it doesn't feel irritating. If you can use serious gauze, the quality of the charcoal is better, and maybe the quality of the salt can be improved.

A fist-sized piece of coarse salt turned into a small half bowl of fine salt, and Zhao Mai went to find the old ranger Carl. The old man was holding a purple hardwood in the hollow of the tree, his fingers stroking back and forth on the rough surface, as if he was feeling the power hidden beneath the surface of the wood.

"Look, I made the salt. Zhao Mai respectfully put the pottery bowl in front of the old man. Carl always gave him the feeling of an old man in the family, and his demeanor revealed a special closeness, so he unconsciously brought the kind of respect that the younger generation has for the elders.

The old ranger glanced at the pottery bowl, and his eyes suddenly widened. He put down the hardwood, stretched out three fingers and dipped it in the salt, and put it on his tongue to savor it. The pure saltiness fills the mouth, without the bitterness and sourness of coarse salt. He hadn't eaten the elves' alchemical salt, so he couldn't make a comparison. But because the salt came from "Mike", he simply thought it was the best salt in the world.

"You're doing a great job!" he complimented, suddenly realizing that the other party still didn't fully understand. Gralion complimented the other with a middle finger up, as it was the longest finger and the most prominent. So he aimed his middle finger at Zhao Mai.

Looking at the smiling expression on the old man's face, Zhao Mai knew that this should not be scolding himself. After moving the dictionary to ask clearly, his mood was not to mention how weird. "In our place, a thumbs up is praise because the thumbs are the thickest. ”

Finally, both sides understood, and Carl gave him a thumbs up. Then the bowl of salt was set aside, and he began to explain the training in a slow tone and simple vocabulary.

Zhao Mai was very anxious and kept asking how much the fine salt he made could be sold for. The old man didn't answer, and only after being asked many times did he raise his eyebrows and slap Zhao Mai on the head.

"If you don't have the ability to live, what's the use of gold coins? Not only did he say it, but he also wrote it down on paper. After Zhao Mai understood, he touched the part where he was beaten with his hand, as if to comfort him.

Zhao Mai wanted to say that "heroes also have times when they are killed by a penny", but he also knew that the old ranger had good intentions. Since it was a good intention, he didn't want to destroy it, so he put aside the matter of fine salt first, and learned the vocabulary related to combat first.