my angel

On the way, I met a small animal. The warrior of the Big Bear tribe pulled up the weapon in his hand, and a long and pointed bamboo branch flew out, and the small animal responded.

There are also many gains along the way.

Even the birds in the sky can be hit, the patriarch and the warriors are depressed.

The envoy secretly told them: "That is called a bow and arrow, and I will make one for each of you when I go back."

With the comfort of the envoy, everyone felt better, but now they can only look at the mighty people of the Big Bear Tribe.

Bai Fucheng smiled: "We are not stingy people, so we took a few more bows and arrows and gave them to the warriors of your tribe."

"Really?"

Bai Fucheng just wanted to take this opportunity of partnership to show the alpine tribe the strength of their own tribe.

Fight for the peaceful integration of the mountain tribes.

While walking, the warriors explained how to use bows and arrows and how to aim.

Soon the warriors of the mountain tribes will also be able to get started.

The warriors of the two tribes arrived at today's camp in a peaceful and friendly atmosphere.

A small river on the hillside.

He Qinghuan felt that the location of this camp was chosen very well, with mountains behind and water sources next to it, and the forests were not very dense.

Everyone gathered together to make a fire and set up a tent. When they saw the light tent on the back of the angel, they put it on the ground and slapped it on the ground, and they supported themselves.

Everyone was so shocked that their jaws almost dropped.

That night, BBQ dinner.

Grilled chicken, roasted rabbit, roasted goat, sprinkled with some salt, God made a special pepper noodles, more fishy and greasy, everyone eats with relish.

Bai Fucheng arranged for the warriors who were on duty at night to get into He Qinghuan's tent.

"How about it? Convince your patriarch to join our Big Bear tribe?"

"I don't care, it's just that the patriarch has his dignity."

"I'm actually looking at your face. Without you, it would be a mountain tribe, and the group would be wiped out."

"Well, you have the ability."

Bai Fucheng chuckled.

"I saw that the warriors carried stone pots on their backs. It was too heavy. Why didn't you burn pottery?"

"As I said, I can't do these delicate tasks. Besides, these warriors have plenty of strength."

"I still have to find a way to find red clay and burn pottery."

"Okay, okay, you are in charge of firing, and I am in charge of finding red clay."

"If you find red clay, I'll start making pottery."

Bai Fucheng spread his own animal skins beside him, He Qinghuan: "You don't have your own tent?"

"Squeeze to keep warm."

"It's almost summer, is it still warm?"

"Hey? Are you afraid that I will fuck you?"

"Who is afraid?"

"What does that matter? Just sleep, it's safer for the two of you."

He Qinghuan ignored him, got into her sleeping bag, took out her diary and wrote in it.

One line a day: discover sweet potatoes, teach a woman to raise chickens.

Set off, the Big Bear Tribe has bows and arrows.

After finishing writing, I went to sleep, and soon fell asleep. After walking for a day, my body was already tired.

Bai Fucheng looked at He Qinghuan who was sleeping soundly, and his heart felt like he had eaten honey. He was like an angel when he fell asleep, but he was like a little devil when he woke up, awkward and arrogant.

Walking all the way like this, it took about five days to reach a mountain top. Bai Fucheng pointed to a piece of white flowers in the distance and said, "Here we are."

He Qinghuan really didn't expect that it would take so much effort for primitive people to get some salt so far away.

It took another half a day to get to the lake, and the tent was set up that night, and I was going to start cooking salt tomorrow.

The next day, a group of more than 100 people, arranged by An Bai Fucheng, 50 people guarded, hunted, and dug traps.

50 people collected water, collected firewood, and boiled salt.

Just build stones by the lake, set up a simple stove, stew in a stone pot, pour in high-concentration salt water, and cook salt.

Soon, the salt in the pot began to crystallize under stirring.

When it was not dry, it was dug out and set aside to dry.

He Qinghuan asked why he didn't boil it dry so that it wouldn't sink with water

Bai Fucheng said that if he stayed any longer, he would have nothing to eat, it was bitter.

He Qinghuan fetched water from the brook he passed by when he came and went, soaked beans in it, and Bai Fuchengxiao could finally eat tofu.

Then I went to cut the thin willow branches, and when I came back, I broke them open and weaved a fence.

Bai Fucheng couldn't help looking at Yan Li: "My Qing is really good?"

"What are you talking about, pay attention to the words you use!" He Qing gave him a white look.

The warriors used wooden shovels to dig a trap as deep as a person, with sharpened branches standing inside. Whether it was a person or a prey, it would undoubtedly die if it fell into it.

Large and small around the camp 50 meters away, it is almost a line, and only oneself will not fall into it.

Does He Qinghuan think such a large project is necessary?

Bai Fucheng smiled and said nothing.

Because there will be prey brought back in the afternoon, it is the deer that came to eat the salt soil near the salt lake.

He Qinghuan cleaned up the internal organs of the deer, stewed a pot of deer miscellaneous soup, put it in, pepper, Chinese prickly ash, star anise, and turmeric dug on the road.

Abnormally delicious.

Because there were enough people, they ordered them to set up an oven that was as tall as one person.

The inner wall of the salt mud was tested by the fire, it was extremely hard, and it also had a unique smell.

When the temperature in the furnace reaches a certain height, put the marinated venison

Hang it from the top down the mouth, bake it, cover it with slate, paste it with mud,

It is braised and roasted in this way, and it is more tender and juicy than direct roasting. The skin is crispy and the inside is soft and tender.

I learned this trick from Uighur friends. They like to roast whole lamb, and the ovens they use are much larger than those in the mainland.

Bai Fucheng took a knife and cut a piece and handed it to He Qinghuan: "Thanks to our God Envoy for bringing us such delicious food."

The warriors also took the meat and cheered and praised.

He Qinghuan pursed her lips and smiled.

The next day, the beans were soaked to the extreme, He Qinghuan started to grind the soy milk, Bai Fucheng turned the grinder, and he poured beans into it.

This small grinding disc is not big, with a diameter of only [-] centimeters. It has two parts, the upper and lower parts, and the lower part has a groove, so that the snow-white raw soybean milk flows out from the front mouth, which is very easy to use and light.

After grinding a stone pot, the soy milk in the grinding disc was washed with clean water, and it also flowed into the stone pot.

Then began to filter the bean dregs in the raw soy milk, using a piece of bed sheet donated by He Qinghuan.

Two people squeezed the soy milk hard, and put the remaining bean dregs aside.

Put the soy milk on the side of the stone pot where the salt was boiled, and when the salt water in the pot started to boil, He Qinghuan scooped up a spoonful of it from his small pot and poured it into the pot of salt water. Suddenly, a layer of yellowish brown formed on the surface of the salt water crusty.

He Qinghuan took out the hard skin with a strainer, poured another spoonful of soy milk, and then fished out the hard skin: "It seems that there are indeed a lot of impurities here."

"what is that?"

"That's the calcium, potassium, and impurities in the salt water. When it encounters soy milk, it will coagulate. Skim it out, and the salt will not be bitter."

When Bai Fucheng went up, he gave He Qinghuan a strong kiss: "My Qing you are too powerful."

He Qinghuan threw a fence and hit it on the back, Bai Fucheng pretended to be in pain and ran away screaming.

He Qinghuan went back and taught all the salt-boiling warriors how to use soybean milk to remove impurities, and made a fence for each of them.

A group of warriors worked with great enthusiasm and enthusiasm.

Sure enough, the salt boiled by this method was white and crystal clear, without any bitterness or astringency.

Fifty warriors took turns cooking salt and going out to hunt, and they also took turns on duty at night.

Within a few days, two animal skin bags of salt were boiled, and each bag weighed about thirty catties.

Every warrior has mastered the technique of boiling salt to purify it.

When the warriors go out, they will also pick some spices and herbs, wild vegetables and the like according to the instructions of the gods.

When the warrior came back, he would explain to Bai Fucheng what happened during the day, but He Qinghuan didn't care.

The two naturally divided up the work, He Qinghuan was responsible for improving the production and living standards, and Bai Fucheng was responsible for hunting and external affairs.

The battle started suddenly, and He Qinghuan was grinding the plants brought back by the warriors as usual.

It was inexplicably surrounded, and there were figures approaching from the mountain and the lake.

The people in the tribe worked as usual, as if they didn't see that the enemy was getting closer and closer, and they waited until they were close enough.

Bai Fucheng sneered, and whistled three times in a row.

Suddenly, from the woods, there was a cry of pain, someone was injured.

The warriors in the camp suddenly touched the bows and arrows from nowhere, one by one, they opened their bows and set up arrows, and shot them out whizzingly.

The enemy fell in response, not dying but also seriously injured.

In an instant, the fighting power dropped sharply.

Anyone who was hit by an arrow rushed towards the camp, and Bai Fucheng held He Qinghuan's multifunctional Swiss Army Knife and stood in front of him:

"Don't be afraid, I'm here!

He Qinghuan wanted to talk back, but the tense moment was not the time to bicker, so he nervously held the stone bowl in his hand, which contained ground lycoris, pepper and the like.

I have stayed in a peaceful environment for too long, and my vigilance is indeed not as good as these primitive people.

Those primitive people who rushed through the first round of bow and arrow strikes, with their upper bodies bare and holding spears, quickly ran around the camp.

Suddenly, another seven or eight fell into the trap, and immediately lost their combat effectiveness.

The remaining seven or eight people didn't know how to be afraid, and rushed into the camp babbling.

At this time the warriors in the woods were also fighting, and the warriors by the salt lake were also fighting.

The patriarch and the rest of the warriors went into battle, and one of the primitive men was particularly brave, with thick hair, a thin body, and a full body of muscles.

Waving a spear, he came straight to Baifu City.

Bai Fucheng yelled: "Lord Guardian Angel."