After the chief went out, the witch doctors discussed their own experiences in the study of magic for a while, and then they all dispersed.

Back in the house, Bladefang, one of the few who didn't study spells, thought carefully about food storage again.

In his previous life, as an urban youth, he really had no opportunity to touch bacon and air-dried meat except for eating, let alone understanding their preparation methods.

Therefore, it is now necessary to think about this question in terms of possible technology.

'The main cause of meat spoilage seems to be the growth of microorganisms, right?' What are the conditions for microbial growth? Air, humidity.... I can only think of these two points... Why haven't you read more books on this subject.....

"The way you can think of... It can only be a comparative method..... Forget it, let's try it out for yourself tomorrow. ”

With this in mind, he slowly entered into his daily meditation, which was a daily compulsory course, and he did not intend to interrupt it as long as it was not a matter of his life.

After about a light hour, I finished meditating and fell asleep in a state of mental exhaustion.

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It was another early morning, and Blade Fang finished meditating early before going out.

He summoned a few young men, instructed them to take some prefabricated clay tablets, and mixed some mud, and then instructed them to build several simple clay stoves layer by layer;

He also asked the boys to pick up some branches, leaves, and vines, and told them to pick up the drier ones as much as they could;

And he, together with other teenagers, made some containers similar to pots and bowls out of mud.

After they finally set the shape of the mud pot and bowl, the teenagers who were picking up branches and leaves also returned.

The fangs pick and place the relatively dry ones at the bottom of the hearth and light them with fire.

He was going to dry the stove first, though he wasn't sure if it was necessary, but the wet mud was somewhat unsightly.

The process of igniting the fire was not easy, and after several selections, there was still too much moisture in the wood, resulting in a thick smoke that was much more conspicuous than the fire, attracting a large group of guards who had never seen the world.

After sending away the people who had rushed to the city in surprise at the sight of the smoke, as soon as Blade Fang turned around, he almost exclaimed, 'it'.

On the edge of the fire, looking at the tongue of fire that was raised from time to time, the teenagers were already stunned; One of the little trolls, who seemed to be fascinated by the flames, foolishly reached into the furnace when the witch doctor was dealing with the big trolls.

Seeing this scene, Bladefang realized that he had made a fool, these little trolls had never seen fire....

When he hurried over and pulled away the little troll who was reaching out, the panicked face once again stunned him.

'This.... Is it the expression that 'pain, burns' should have? What's going on....'

He hesitated, and slowly leaned his little finger towards the flames....

Palm Distance.....

‘em... I don't feel it....'

Half a palm distance....

'It's a little hot.... But less obviously. ’

The tongue of fire brushed by, and Blade Subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but the feeling in the palm of his hand stopped his movements.

'Just a little hot...'

He was a little skeptical about life, is the fire not hot enough? Or is the troll skin too thick?

He hoped for the latter ....

"The witch doctor... Right... I'm sorry..."

The little troll's cautious voice woke up Bladetooth, who had fallen into suspicion, and he looked back to see that it was the kid he had just dragged away.

The little troll still had a 'scared' expression, and Blade Fang smiled and touched the dog's head and comforted,

"It's okay, I'm just afraid you'll get hurt."

This is obviously a smart child, and the temptation of the flame means curiosity, courage, and a desire to explore; The apology that he understands at least shows his understanding of language.

Blade Fang felt that this should be a good seedling.

"What do you want to do in the future?" He asked.

"I want to be a brave fighter...."

blurted out a longing that was in his ears and eyes, but the tongue of fire that inadvertently flashed in the corner of his eye made the little troll hesitate.

"What's that? Is it the power of the witch doctor?

"No, that's the power of knowledge, and the witch doctor is just a 'substitute' for knowledge."

The little troll who heard the answer looked puzzled, his blue skin wrinkled together, and the little fangs on his lips that had just grown out were much more conspicuous.

Blade Tooth was instantly overwhelmed by his ugly appearance, and he wanted to continue with the matter at hand, but after thinking about it.... Cubs are generally cuter than mature individuals, so aren't they uglier now?

Thinking of this, he still stopped his disgust, and encouraged with a somewhat stiff smile,

"It's not time for you to choose, and after a while, the witch doctors will increase your learning content, so work hard then."

A troll who is almost an adult, and the skin on his face is already a little, and the difference between a 'stiff smile' and a 'genuine smile' is not too clear;

Therefore, the little troll happily took the encouragement of the blade and continued to start his career as a 'child laborer'.

Sending the little troll away, Bladetooth looked at his fingers that had been teased by the fire and fell into thought, and after trying a few more 'touching fire' behaviors, he gradually figured out his own boundaries.

'The outer epidermis has a certain degree of fire resistance, and after a relatively long period of external flame burning, obvious damage will appear....'

This is good news, but I didn't think of it, what can I do with this feature? But it's always a good thing to be immune to flames to a certain extent.

"In addition.... That's all the smoke."

At first, he had a headache with the 'firewood' in the Black Forest, which was always wet and not easy to burn, but looking at the rising smoke, he had a new guess.

Is this so-called 'bacon' smoked with this kind of smoke? ’

After secretly writing down this fleeting thought, he felt that it was too wasteful for fireworks to be used only to bake the stove.

So, I erected a stand on the stove horizontally and vertically, and placed the mud container on top of it, which had been simply shaped, to see if it could be used to speed up the 'dehumidification'.

The soil used to make mud is basically the clay soil that the soldiers dug up and stockpiled to make mud tablets; Depending on the location of the land, the characteristics of the finished product will be more or less different.

Bladetooth intends to pick out the most suitable type of mud for cooking utensils.

Specifically, it is necessary to have a certain degree of thermal conductivity while ensuring fire resistance.

At the very least, it has to be able to boil water.....

Previously, Blade Tooth led the teenagers to build a total of three earthen stoves and kneaded more than a dozen simple cooking utensils, and when all this was done, a long time had passed.

The little trolls were tired and hungry, and Bladefang was going to treat them to a simple roast of meat.

The meat was fetched, the blood was washed, and the branches were inserted, and placed on the shelves, between the crevices of the cooking utensils.

The golden grease gradually precipitates and drips into the flames below, making a 'sizzle' sound, and the aroma of the meat that is unique when grilled is also gradually intensified.

The little trolls had never smelled anything like it, and saliva could not stop secreting, even trickling out between their fangs and their lips....

It can be said that 'real saliva flows'.