A peasant girl with a special ability uses herself and two wolves to escape famine!

Everyone was naturally happy to oblige; the weather was hot, and the prepared fish would dry quickly. It was the shrimp and crabs that were harder to process—they were mostly shells with little meat, and drying them would leave them practically empty.

Liu Dazhuang's eyes darted around: "If we take out the shrimp and crab meat and then dry them, we can bring them back with us."

Although there wasn't much meat, it was fresh, and he thought everyone would like it, especially his wife; he had to take some back for her to try.

"You're still the smartest."

"That is!"

"Come quick, come quick, look what's in this crack in the rock!"

Everyone rushed over and discovered something new.

These past few days at the beach have really broadened their horizons. Everything there was strange and unusual, things they'd never seen before.

There were even fish with eight legs!

Can you imagine a fish with legs?

It was so soft and squishy that it almost scared them to death when it wrapped around their hands, but it was indeed delicious after being cooked!

"What?! Why are you making such a fuss?"

"Look at this, look at this! Isn't it salt?"

What the hell!

Upon closer inspection, they exclaimed, "Good heavens, isn't this white stuff salt? Why is there salt here?"

The old bachelor couldn't resist and leaned in to lick it.

Salty!

It’s really salt!

It's even whiter than the salt they buy in their town.

The others looked at him and asked, "What does it taste like?"

"Salt, salty."

He grinned and laughed foolishly.

Xia Laosan immediately took off his clothes, "Come on, be careful, you're smearing them all over my clothes."

Liu Dazhuang quickly stopped him, "Didn't we bring jars? Let's scoop it into the jars. Your clothes stink from two miles away. Do you want everyone to smell your sweat?"

After saying that, he glanced at the dirty clothes with disgust. My God, they were still wet. Has this person lost their mind?

Xia Laosan reluctantly put away his clothes. "Go get the jar. We'll go look for more salt."

"Ai!"

Liu Dazhuang stared thoughtfully at the salt in the cracks of the rock.

After searching for salt for a long time, I only found about the amount at the bottom of the jar, which is better than nothing.

Where does salt come from?

Liu Dazhuang stared at the salt-producing crevice in the rock for a whole day, watching the tides rise and fall, watching it dry from its wet state...

"Xia Laowu, Xia Laowu..."

"What are you yelling for, Liu Dazhuang? Are you having that old problem again? I can't get you to work today, what are you staring at here for?"

"I think I know how to turn salt!"

Are you having a fit of hysteria?

"Uncle, wait until I make the salt and show it to you."

They genuinely believed that Liu Dazhuang was delusional, that he was obsessed with salt!

"Give me a clay pot, you guys go fishing, don't mind me."

Alright, let him do whatever he wants. The important thing is to get down to business. If they go back too late, the villagers will worry.

Liu Dazhuang filled a jar with seawater and set it up to boil.

He looked at the churning seawater, unsure whether his thoughts were correct.

"Dazhuang, look at the fish we caught today, how are they? Aren't they big?"

The old bachelor stared at the jar, ignoring them completely. The old men were disappointed; this kid was no fun at all now.

"Let's go, let's go prepare the fish."

Knowing that he was focused on salt production, they didn't disturb him. After all, he was working so hard for everyone's benefit.

He kept burning and burning, until the sun set in the west, and he was still staring at the pottery jar.

"Come on, Dazhuang, let's eat! We've got the biggest shrimp for you tonight!"

"Give it to me!"

Well, this kid has gone mad with his cultivation.

They had no choice but to take the food to him.

"Dazhuang, if it really doesn't work, we'll just take the seawater back for a while. Don't make things difficult for yourself!"

Xia Laowu said earnestly that he was really afraid this kid wouldn't leave until he had made something of himself.

“I know, Uncle. I just wanted to give it a try. I always felt that this would work.”

"Alright, as long as you know what you're doing." Xia Laowu handed him a fish. "Eat up, then get back to work."

"Uncle, it's done!"

The old bachelor suddenly roared, startling several other elderly people who dropped their fish. They picked up the fish with a pained expression, intending to wash them in the seawater and continue eating.

Such a big fish, we can't waste it!

"Liu Dazhuang, keep your voice down, you almost scared me so much I'm meeting my father ahead of schedule!"

"That's right, my poor fish! How did it end up on the ground, roasted until it's golden brown?"

"Come quick, the salt is ready!"

"No, I haven't... What did you say?"

"The salt is ready!"

Liu Dazhuang ran up to them, holding a clay pot that had been fired until there was no moisture left, and excitedly said, "Look, isn't there salt at the bottom of the pot!"

Wow, it really is! There's a white layer at the bottom of the jar, just like what they found today.

This kid... he actually did it?!

"How did you do it?"

"Seawater boils dry and becomes salt. Today I looked at the rocks and wondered how the seawater could reach there, and how salt could be produced there?"

Later, when the tide went out, that area dried out completely, just like when we were digging for salt. I thought to myself, if seawater dries up, does it become salt? Because water is salty!

He really dares to think that way!

I really didn't misunderstand!

Xia Laoliu punched the old bachelor hard in the chest: "You little rascal, you're really something!"

"Third Uncle, Fifth Uncle, let's stay a few more days and make more salt to take back with us."

“Alright, we’ll go gather firewood in a bit, and use every jar we can. Four of us will be in charge of making salt and tending the fire, taking turns. We’ll use the whole day’s work. The rest of you can continue fishing,” Xia Laosan said excitedly.

This trip has been incredibly rewarding.

We already have several sacks of fish, including crabs, shrimp, seaweed, and eight-legged fish...

Now, they even have salt. If they ever need salt again, they can just catch some sea fish and make some salt. What else do they have to worry about?

While boiling salt in earthenware pots is indeed feasible, someone must watch over it when the water is almost gone, otherwise it will burn easily if you're not careful.

Furthermore, salt production is not high.

That's fine, they can take their time, there's no rush.

Two days later, the group, each carrying a burlap sack, happily embarked on their journey home...

The people on the mountain were getting increasingly anxious, day after day, but no one returned. Xia Fuxi, in particular, was so worried that two blisters appeared on the corners of his mouth.

"No, waiting like this isn't going to work. Let's go out and look for something."

It's been a month already, could something have happened? Several old men are getting restless.

"Do you know where the sea is? Don't let yourself get lost, or they'll have to go out and look for you when they come back."

An old woman poured cold water on the situation.

It wasn't that she looked down on them, but how could someone who had never been to town more than a few times in their entire life go looking for someone?

"So what do you suggest we do?"

"Tomorrow, you go down the mountain and wait at the entrance for two days. If you don't see anyone, come back and we'll think of another way."

"Also."

It's better than sitting around waiting.

"Fuxi, don't worry, they say bad guys live a thousand years, your man will be fine. He'll be back in a few days, okay!"

Xia Fuxi: ...

She didn't seem to be comforted.