When the leader found out that the young captives had fled, it was already early in the morning of the next day.

He glared at Yan Zheng a little angrily, but Yan Zheng would not admit that he let him go.

Moreover, in the case of communication and incomprehension, no matter how much the leader said, he did not understand.

The helpless leader had to accept it, it wasn't a big deal anyway, he just felt uncomfortable.

Because this shows that he has not convinced Yan Zheng these days, and the conflict of consciousness between them still exists.

As a leader, he is responsible for the inheritance of the tribe.

If Yan Zheng, a person who fell from the sky, does not recognize this inheritance, it means that there will be changes in the future.

If there is change, then there may be unexpected and heavy costs.

For the ignorant, they are afraid of the terrible cost of change, and are even willing to give up possible benefits for it.

But the leader was not angry for half an hour, and then he was happy again.

Because the old man was able to get out of bed today, and walked out of the thatched hut with a cane.

When the leader and the other savages saw this, they immediately cheered.

The old man also looked at the clansmen kindly, and stretched out his arms in response.

Yan Zheng looked at the energetic old man and reacted violently.

Part of the reason for this guy's illness should be that the salt intake is insufficient, so there are symptoms of fatigue!

And after eating enough salt yesterday, he will be able to get up and jump today.

The leader happily saluted Yan Zheng and thanked him.

The little unhappiness was already left behind by him at this moment.

The old man also walked to Yan Zheng's side, and with a smile on his face, he also made a salute.

Yan Zheng hurriedly replied: "You bad old man, I knew to get a few bowls of urine for you to drink, maybe you would have been able to get up and jump up a long time ago!" ”

The old man naturally didn't understand, but his smile was even brighter.

He gestured with his fingers and made another gesture of eating.

Yan Zheng instantly understood, smiled and led the old man to the big clay jar.

At his signal, several young men began to pee again.

After finishing urinating, Yan Zheng started yesterday's steps again.

The old man's smile froze for a moment, and he gestured to confirm.

After receiving an affirmative answer, the old man smiled bitterly and patted Yan Zheng's shoulder.

“#￥%%！ @......" he said to the leader again.

When the leader heard this, he also smiled bitterly.

Then the chief went and gathered more people to pee, and called all the women of the tribe.

Yan Zheng understood that this old man seemed to have accepted the essence of this urine.

The old man looked at him again and knocked on the large clay pot.

Yan Zheng immediately took him to the pottery making place and asked the three clansmen to demonstrate how to quickly make embryos with molds.

The old man looked at the mold with a little amazement, and also operated it himself.

After manipulating for a while, a satisfied smile spread across his face.

He expressed his gratitude to Yan Zheng, and ordered a few clansmen to stay and help make pottery, as if he wanted to understand the production method of the mold.

Yan Zheng took the opportunity to ask that these people stay here and help the tribe make enough large pottery.

The old man didn't think much about it, and directly agreed.

Immediately afterwards, the old man took Yan Zheng back to the thatched house, took out the remaining herbs, and asked Yan Zheng to teach him.

Yan Zheng never thought that the savage's curiosity was so strong.

It seems that both the old man and the leader are the promoters of the progress of this tribe, and although they have limitations, they still maintain a desire to understand the things that can make the tribe good.

Yan Zheng had to teach the ratio of several herbs, as for what medicine to take for what disease, this is too complicated! He couldn't teach even if he wanted to.

After learning the herbs, the old man actually came to the bath pit again. It seems that I still want to learn how to rub the shower again!

This is a bit difficult for a strong man, Yan Zheng hurriedly told him through body language that he could wash in a large clay jar in the future, and it was not right to wash in a pit.

After the old man understood, he thought about it carefully, and after finding that there seemed to be nothing missing, he took Yan Zheng to find the leader who was boiling urine.

At this moment, the clansmen no longer look at this behavior with strange eyes.

It seems that this old man's words are very authoritative.

In this way, everyone sat next to the high urine jar and watched Yan Zheng command a few young men to cook urine.

Yan Zheng felt that he must have created sin in his previous life to suffer from this.

The leader and the old man were watching and learning.

This made him need to operate several times for the original action.

The strong smell of urine permeated the tribe, and even the birds that used to fly by were nowhere to be seen today.

After finally making about four taels of salt again, Yan Zheng breathed a long sigh of relief, and only hoped that after the clansmen learned it, they would be able to free him from this work.

The old man did not dislike it at all, and after tasting a little, he picked up the clay cup with both hands and thanked God.

The tribesmen also prayed sincerely, and the eyes they looked at the salt became very different.

As the old man prayed and hummed, the event became like a ritual.

Yan Zheng understood that this old man should be a figure like a witch, which would exist in every tribe.

The songs sung by the witch are very good, and the clansmen are even more deferential and pious.

Even the chief, at this moment, is unusually serious and humble.

The power of faith is terrifying!

Yan Zheng suddenly felt that he would have to create a god in the future, as long as he created a mythological system, wouldn't he have the right to interpret the headhunter?

Of course, this requires language understanding.

And after this sudden sacrifice, Wu handed over the yellowed salt to Yan Zheng, and asked people to bring a piece of raw meat.

This is Wu Zheng asking Yan Zheng to cook himself, and it seems that all the clansmen have gathered in the clearing.

Wu's idea coincides with Yan Zheng.

Wu may have felt that he had encountered something good, so he wanted to share it with the whole clan, and Yan Zheng wanted these people to know that there was a source of salty taste.

"Salt!" After Yan Zheng took it, he raised the salt and shouted loudly.

"Salt?" Wu asked.

"Well, salt!"

"Salt!"

From this moment on, all the clansmen understood that this thing was called salt.

And in order to make good use of this small amount of salt and let everyone taste the taste, Yan Zheng decided that it was more practical to boil the soup.

He personally went to the reed fields by the river and plucked some wild ginger.

It's a pity that this piece of raw meat has a strong smell, and he doesn't have more seasonings to suppress this fishy smell.

He had to blast it with oil, add plenty of water, and put salt in it.

The salt boiled this time is only enough to make the broth of the three pottery pots, which is probably enough for everyone to taste it.

Yan Zheng thinks that his cooking skills are not very good, but the concept of stir-frying is still very advanced, compared to the way the savages handle food, it can be regarded as a dimensionality reduction blow.

What's more, he still has salt in his hand, unlike the tribe who just boil meat in clear water, and it's good when it's cooked.

So when the smell of meat wafts up, it is accompanied by bursts of fat aroma.

Many of the clansmen's halas flowed out, and they all stared at the three small clay pots with wide eyes.

After the meat was cooked, Yan Zheng invited Wu and the head to taste it.

But the two of them invited Yan Zheng to eat first, and there was a kind of savage's simple politeness.

Yan Zheng dared to drink this soup with the essence of urine, and he firmly stated that he would not drink a sip.

Wu patted Yan Zheng's shoulder with some emotion, he didn't drink it first, but picked up a spoon and asked the clansmen to line up and drink it one by one.

The first to drink was the young man of the tribe, and then the young man.

It's just that when it's the boy's turn, the soup is gone.

The people who drank it were all smashing the taste in their mouths, and this wonderful taste teased their taste buds that had not been stimulated too much.

Many people still want to take another bite, and their eyes are surrounded by the three clay pots.

And after the soup was drunk, Wu began to fish for meat.

It's a pity that even after dividing all the meat, none of the women tasted it.

Many women in the tribe are a little lonely, and some of them are holding the clay pot on top, hoping that something can be fished out of it.

Wu sighed, walked up to Yan Zheng, and gestured to see if he could get more salt.

Yan Zheng shook his head, to be honest, to launch an operation to find salt, he thought it would take at least half a year to prepare.

Because he wasn't sure where he was, it was pure luck, and it was likely that he couldn't find it after several searches.

And the best way to do this is for him to teach some wild people to find them instead of himself.

In this way, he can continue this task without delaying his efforts.

Wu's expression was also lonely, he turned around and muttered for a while, and the people dispersed.

He and the leader walked up to Yan Zheng and respectfully saluted again.

Yan Zheng took the opportunity to suggest that he wanted to go around the neighborhood, and asked if the leader and Wu had seen the cave by gesturing.

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