Meng Li's hand froze in mid-air, and then put the big leaf silk back.

If he remembers correctly, the spirit recipe has a record of sweet potatoes and large-leaf silk.

It seems to say that these two spiritual herbs are mutually restrictive, and eating them at the same time will cause diarrhea.

"It's dangerous!

Meng Li, who almost ruined a pot of chicken soup, was terrified, and put aside the big leaf silk that was no longer needed.

If he hadn't reacted in time just now, this pot of soup would have been wasted!

It didn't take long for the thick aroma to come out, but the pot of soup was clearly lacking.

That's right, table salt!

"But I didn't bring salt this time!"

After all, Meng Li didn't have much experience in surviving in the wild, and he didn't prepare anything in advance for a home trip like salt.

However, this did not bother him.

Do it yourself, have plenty of food and clothing!

Since he was not prepared, he did some to come out.

Salt is not only a living resource, but also an important strategic resource, and the salt fields of the Southern Tang Dynasty are basically in the hands of the imperial court.

If the common people want to eat a bite, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky, and over time, they will learn how to make salt by themselves.

Meng Li has been independent since he was a child, and he has already learned the method of making salt.

Rock salt is the main source of folk salt, which can be eaten directly, but it is harmful to the body, and if eaten for a long time, it will poison the human body.

The easiest way to get edible rock salt is to filter out the impurities.

"Looks like I need a container. ”

The unbounded stone forest is full of strange stones, and the rock salt is readily available, so it is not a problem.

The only difficulty is the equipment that filters impurities.

"As for the container, I remember seeing one in the woods. ”

Meng Li touched his chin, recalling the experience of catching pheasants in the woods just now, if he was not mistaken, after entering the woods, within a few steps, there was a broken porcelain vase.

Entering the woods again, following the previous memories, he soon found the porcelain vase.

It was a broken white porcelain vase, the bottom of which had fallen off, but it couldn't have been better for Meng Li, who needed to filter the rock salt.

Tear off a piece of cloth from his body, plug the fine mouth of the porcelain vase, and then grab a handful of fine sand from the ground and pour it into the bottle, spreading it about a third of the height.

Back at the fire, I picked a piece of red-hot charcoal.

After crushing, rinse with water and spread a third more in the bottle.

After the charcoal, a layer of slightly larger stones was laid, and the simple strainer was completed.

With the filter out of the way, the next step is to filter the table salt. And on the way here, there is rock salt ore.

When Meng Li turned around to look for rock salt, the chicken soup was already half-cooked, and the faint fragrance slowly drifted into the distance along the breeze.

On the side of the three forks, on the road that converged into one, a panting figure walked over.

This person is the one who left Li Chong before.

Li Chong, who returned to the fork in the road, was in a mess, his clothes were torn several times, as if he had just experienced a big battle.

"Strange, what does it smell like?"

Smelling the aroma that filled the air, Li Chong's expression was slightly stool, and when he found the chicken soup simmering in the stone pot, his face showed a look of surprise.

"Someone cooking chicken soup here, is it someone from the fourth passage?"

Li Chong has just experienced a big war, and he is so hungry at the moment that he can't do it, how can he let go when he sees chicken soup?

No matter who cooked this chicken soup, he will fill his stomach first, and this bonfire is his handiwork, so why not collect some interest by himself?

Without any hesitation, Li Chong immediately rushed to the stone cauldron, and at the same time, he also found the spirit grass that was placed aside.

"This is Big Leaf Silk!"

Li Chong was overjoyed when he saw the spirit grass with thick leaves, and then put it in a pot and boiled it with chicken soup.

Big leaf silk!

It's a pity not to eat such a supplemental spirit grass!

Just when Li Chong began to "enjoy" the chicken soup, Meng Li, who had temporarily returned to the fourth channel, finally found the rock salt ore.

After some operation, the rock salt was filtered into brine that could be eaten with confidence, and Meng Li returned to the meeting point.

Before he could reach the fork, a voice from the front caught his attention.

In particular, the sound of chewing food made his heart sink even more.

There is no doubt that his chicken soup has been murdered, and the only "murderer" can only be Li Chong in the third channel.

Why did this Li Chong suddenly go and return?

Meng Li took a light step and slowly walked into the fork in the road, and sure enough, Li Chongzheng was sitting in front of the fire and enjoying the meal that should have belonged to him.

Looking at the chicken bones that were spit on the ground at will, Meng was like a knife.

This stinky and shameless Li Chong must not spare him lightly this time.

Just when Meng Li was determined to teach the other party a profound lesson, Li Chong also heard the voice behind him, and turned his head while nibbling on the chicken legs.

When he found out that it was Meng Li, the expression on his face suddenly froze.

"How could it be you?"

For this result, Li Zhong could not understand.

In his impression, Meng Li and the three of them should have reached the Unbounded Stone Forest at the same time.

In this case, how could Meng Li, who had clashed with him, choose the fourth passage that was destined to converge with him?

"Why can't it be me?" Meng Li smiled coldly, and said in a cold tone: "It's this pot of chicken soup I cooked, you are very happy to drink it!"

"This chicken soup ......"

Li Chong, who was holding the chicken leg in his hand, suddenly became embarrassed, but after thinking of his grievances with Meng Li, his face sank again.

"You put this pot of chicken soup here, who knows what's going on? Who might be poisonous! I'll help you taste it first, you should thank me." ”

I thank you, uncle!

Li Chong's righteousness made Meng Li speechless. He had never even heard of such a brazen fallacy.

Looking at the pot, the big leaf silk that was originally placed on the ground was no longer there.

"Where's the big leaf silk I put there?"

Li Zhong pointed to the stone pot and said disapprerovingly: "Where else can I go?" ”

"Have you eaten?" Meng Li's expression became very exciting.

There are sweet potatoes in the chicken soup!

What if you eat it......

Li Chonghui was wrong, thinking that Meng Li was accusing him, and sneered: "The chicken soup is all drunk, what is the point of eating a few spirit grasses from you?"

Meng Li couldn't laugh or cry, a few spirit grasses are nothing, but the key is big-leaf silk!

So, Meng Li asked a question that was a little inexplicable in Li Chong's view.

"How are you feeling?"

"What do you mean?"

Li Chong frowned and looked at Meng Li vigilantly.

Why does this guy suddenly care about himself?

"How much chicken soup have you drunk?" Meng Li asked again.

It turned out that I was concerned about chicken soup.

Li Chong smiled coldly and said disdainfully: "It's just a pot of chicken soup, is it worth your care?"

Ignoring Li Chong, who had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem, Meng Li tilted his body and looked at the stone pot.

"Drink more than half of it!"

The soup in the stone pot is less than half when he left, and the key is that the pheasant in the pot is gone.

It's over, it's hopeless!

Meng Li, who already knew something about the effect of chicken soup, sighed secretly and looked at Li Chong with compassion.

"How long have you been drinking this chicken soup?"

"Time for a stick of incense. ”

This time, Li Zhong replied quite quickly, and cast a provocative look at Meng Li.

I've drunk all the soup, what else can you do with me?

Who knew that Meng Li didn't even pay attention to him, nodded to himself, and muttered, "It's almost." ”

"What?"

Meng Li's voice was too soft, and Li Chong, who didn't hear what he said clearly, was about to ask, but there was a strange feeling on his body.

Strange, why is my stomach a little upset?

There was a pain in the abdomen of the muscular man, which was faint at first, but the pain had increased rapidly at an incomparably terrifying speed, and in the blink of an eye, the abdominal pain was like a wrench.

"Ouch, my belly!"

The severe abdominal pain involved every nerve in Li Chong's body, causing his body to spasm.

In just an instant, he was already in a cold sweat, and his originally dark face became extremely pale.

"You, did you drugged the chicken broth?"

Meng Li said innocently: "My own chicken soup, why do you want to take the medicine?"

"How can my stomach hurt without medicine!"

Regarding the situation in front of him, Li Chong was a little difficult to understand.

But it's right to think about it, this pot of chicken soup was originally prepared by Meng Li to drink by himself, and there is indeed no reason to drugged.

Is he going to poison himself?

The reason why Li Chong turned back here was because he encountered a very tricky matter, this matter happened suddenly, and he would never believe that Meng Li would be an unpredictable prophet.

But in this case, the problem comes. Why does his stomach hurt?

Those who learn martial arts are physically strong.

As a first-class martial artist who refines the body and forges the seven forgings, Li Chong has already reached the realm of no taboos, even if he eats some medicines that can cause diarrhea, he will not have this kind of acute abdominal pain.

Why does my stomach hurt?

Of course, Meng Li knew why, but he didn't plan to tell the other party now, but pointed to the stone pile in the distance.

"I think you'd better find a place where no one is around and solve your personal problems. ”

Li Chong's problem is just the result of the conflict between the two spiritual herbs, and it is not a big problem, and when Li Chong excretes the waste in his body, it will be fine.

It's just that the process will be a little painful......

Just when Li Chong was "dark", Meng Li had already poured out the chicken soup in the pot, crushed the remaining dry food from before, and put it in water to boil.

When Li Chong came out from behind the stone pile, his legs were already weak, and before he could reach Meng Li's side, he had already fallen to the ground.

Meng Li scooped a bowl of thick soup that had been burned to a viscous thickness from the pot and put it in front of Li Chong.

"Drink this and you'll feel better. ”

Li Chong looked up at Meng Li, his expression indescribably complicated.

Meng Li said expressionlessly: "Do you know why you became like this?"

"Why?" asked Li Zhong urgently, his voice hoarse and weak.

"Because of the big leaf silk!"

Then, Meng Li told the disadvantages of sweet potatoes and large-leaf silk.

Li Chong, who learned the truth, wanted to cry without tears, where would he have thought that there would be a sweet potato in the chicken soup.

However, even if he knew, he would probably still put the big leaf silk in it, after all, he didn't know about the conflict between the two spiritual herbs.

Alas, ignorance kills people!

Li Zhong knows that his problem is not only a problem of ignorance, but also of greed.

If he hadn't pounced on the chicken soup when he saw it, he wouldn't have ended up like this.

"Sorry, it was my question before. ”

Remembering that he used to spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, Li Chong was embarrassed and couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Meng Li shook his head, pointed to the bowl of sticky soup and said, "Drink this first! An empty stomach is not conducive to your recovery." ”

Li Chong thanked him again, and the resentment against Meng Li in his heart was also written off.

They didn't have any deep hatred and hatred, and Li Chong was "self-inflicted" before, after this contact, Li Chong's sense of Meng Lidi was greatly improved, and those thoughts in his heart naturally disappeared.