Chapter 6: Punishment always comes when You Forge (1/2)

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When Yan Mo peeled off a large voles in a less skilled way, the sky was near lost interest the sky it had gone in the evening, and the sunset glowed in the sky to the west.

Many people have already made dinner or are making it, and a strong barbecue flavordrilled into Yan Mo's nose.

He swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva in a row. The grassy hut, which is sitting diligently next door and foot away has baked the meat and the slave called the owner out to eat. At the same time, he came over to help Yan Mo handle another mouse.

”Have you been hungry for a long time? I don't think you have any strength.” Cao Ting screwed the neck of the large voles, and used a stone knife to draw a circle around the bleeding hole, cutting off the muscles connected by the flesh, etc. Pulling the leather down to the next.

The whole mouse skin was so torn off in matters of few minutes

The manpower here seems to be not small. Yan Mo looked at his own hands. Is he because he is tired because he is hungry? 90% is.

Yan Mo was embarrassed to let Cao Ting help him to do all the things, he picked up the stone knife to start the laparotomy of the skinned voles, this is the cost of his studying previous life, and he changed this new body, although there is a strange feeling, but the basic skills are there.

The first mouse he was slow to handle the internal organs, and he wasmuch skilled when he got to the second.

When Cao Ting discovered him, he had already evenly distributed a mouse to the corpse.

”It doesn't have to cut in small pieces, so the small prairie rat is the most convenient to roast.”

Yan Mo stopped his hand. He is habitually planning to cut the meat into pieces and intends to braise or stir-fry, but he forgot they do not braised and fried here. None of the concepts.

Cao Ting helped to cut another complete prairie mouse smeared coarse salt and placed it on the fire pit.

”The mashed can only be used for cooking. The next time you remember, the meat is best if its not cooked, our salt turns bitter when put in the water, and there will be no bitterness from the salt when it is roasted with fire.” Cao Ting sighed. Yan Mo can't cook. The disciples of the priest may not need to cook for himself?

”Salt will be bitter because it contains other minerals. It will be much better if it is boiled and filtered several times.” Yan Mo pointed out.

Cao Ting looked at him strangely. ”How many times do you have to cook it? How much waste it is? Do you know how valuable salt, water, and burning grass are? Was the salt mountain tribe so wasteful? Yuan Zhan is good master, so you are free to use it. There issalt, water, or burning grass. If you change to other masters, you will be hungry for a few times if you waste something.”

The Yuan people here don't know how to get better salt, but are not willing? No wonder he taught the knowledge, but the banish guide didn't respond.

Also, even in the 21st century, the people in many poor places in China still live an extremely primitive life. They do not know how to live better, but only suffer from no knowledgeconditions.

Yan Mo face is thick and doesn't blush.

If the guideline on geography and hydrology can be used now, this climate and environment he may find natural salt ponds and salt lakes nearby. The temperature here is so high, the sun is so strong during the day, and even if thecooking of salt is not complete. It is possible to carry out the salt-salting method, and the method of drying the salt itself by the sun is much more environmentally friendly and economical than the method of boiling salt.

If it can be thought of before, the scum value will dropped to 100 million.

Yan Mo wanted to make the hamsters that were cut into pieces, but found that there was no suitable things and he could only give up.

Yuan Zhan came back with a full water tank and watched Yan Mo planning to cook the meat, he put down the water tank and kicked him. ”The meat is not allowed to be cooked in the future and do use so much water for yourself.”

Cao Ting wanted to say a word. But she could not dare to say more, she bowed down and left.

Yan Mo endured the humiliation silently. He had to completely change his mind. In such a ghost place where nothing is missing, instead of trying to make his life better, its better if he thinks about how to live longer.

Yuan Zhan ate one and a half of prairie rat meat and left half a pot of boiled meat to Yan Mo.

Yan Mo felt that Yuan Zhan might not have enough to eat, and that half of the pot of meat gave him no appetite

Yan Mo almost used the flutter. Once he got the consent from Yuan Zhan, he immediately climbed to the side of the stone pot and reached out to fish the meat that had cooled off.

He was hungry, even if he cooked white meat with salt water and it had a bitter taste, he ate the same meat as he had never seen, and even the broth soup in the stone bowl was held up and dried.

It was dark, and Yuan Zhan carefully covered the fire pit.

Yan Mo licked his fingers and asked: ”Do you have to keep the fire?”

”There is a fire pit in the family. There are slaves watching it. After that, you remember to go up to the fire pit every morning to get the fire and start a fire. When you sleep, you will extinguish the fire.”

”Why do not they leave the fire? ”

”How can we let it stay? Do you think we have firewood to burn all night?” Yuan Zhan gaze meant to say 'use your brain' is not broken contempt eyes to Yan Mo.

Yan Mo shut up again. He remembered that when he was a child, his grandparents burned the stove. In the evening, they used the mixed carbon to cover the fire in the furnace. They only took out a small fire eye and let the coal inside burn incompletely. The fire can be kept until the next morning.

But this method is obviously not suitable for this, and he is not proficient in this, and he has to study again.

It seems that it is much more difficult to reduce the scum value here than he imagined.

Yan Mo was trying to erect the middle finger again to God, and Yuan Zhan pulled his arm and dragged him directly into the tent.

Dropping Yan Mo's arm, Yuan Zhan pointed to the corner of the pile of ”garbage”. ”You will sleep here later, those furs will be used by you.”

There is no fire in the tent, it all dark and lacquered, and Yan Mo eyes adapted after along time. He saw something faintly.

Yuan Zhan turned around and took a torch into it, inserting it into the ground at the stone table at the center of the tent.

Yan Mo clearly saw some small bugs on the ground quickly disperse to the four sides, and then looked at the dark corner. Will he sleep with the insects in the future?

Yuan Zhan put down the curtain of the tent, covered it, pressed the corner with the stone, turned and looked at Yan Mo's injured leg. ”Stabilizing the broken leg with a wooden sticks so that the broken bone would be displaced? This method is good, I have not seen us using it. The priest used it once. Were you taught by the priest of the Salt mountain tribe?”

Yan Mo nodded and reached for a rotten fur... He swears that when he pull up the fur, there are definitely no less than five worms from the fur. Fall out and climb around.

Yuan Zhan walked to his bed and untied the leather skirt and threw it on the stone table. He sat on the bed so slyly.