I'm doing infrastructure in ancient times

The half-cave house with logs as a frame is covered with thatch on the top and surrounded by animal skins, which can act as a windshield, but compared with the tents that Cheng Yang saw later, it is not very warm.

Most of these tent-like houses are very small, only in the center of the tribe, there is a house that is obviously much larger than the surrounding small houses. This is a place for important discussions of the tribe, and the property of the tribe is stored.

In front of this big tent, there is a large flat field, and at this moment, the people of the Shuofeng tribe are all looking for a place that is pleasing to the eye, and sit down on the spot.

According to Cheng Yang's instruction, they set up a small stove in front of them, lit a fire, put the stone slab prepared by Cheng Yang on it, and fried the meat clumsily.

There are more than 100 people in the tribe. Naturally, not everyone can have a stone slab. Most of them are three or four people who use it around a slab.

This is also convenient. Someone is responsible for controlling the heat, while others are responsible for turning the meat on the slate, and the cooperation is barely appropriate.

This is a fairly technical job.

After all, the tools used to turn over the noodles are Cheng Yang's carefully prepared chopsticks, which are so straight and thin that even fingers that are not flexible enough can't move them.

Many people felt bitter in their hearts, while those with nimble fingers showed joy.

Soon, the clansmen smelled the smell of meat, and their eyes lit up, it was the smell from before!

"Hiss, let me taste it, why is it so fragrant?"

Goats are different from other wild beasts. The goat meat comes with suet. In addition, the goats in the north had no natural enemies before, and all of them were fat and fat.

Cheng Yang asked people to cut the goat meat into thin slices, and when the slate was heated, the mutton slices would sizzle when placed on it, and the mutton fat was fried out.

The cooked aroma of mutton slices, mixed with the spices carefully prepared by Cheng Yang, wafted out very domineeringly, stimulating the sense of smell of the Shuofeng tribe.

Many people couldn't help taking a sip of their saliva, tsk, it smells so good,

Some people couldn't help reaching out to eat, but they were quickly snapped down mercilessly.

"I'll eat this one first!"

"I'll eat first!"

"I fried this meat!"

"But this piece of mutton is mine!"

A meal caused everyone to fight each other, and the clever man stopped talking immediately and acted first, picking up the meat slices with chopsticks very flexibly.

Those who don't know how to use chopsticks are half a beat too late, so they look at the expression of enjoyment on the other side's face, annoyed why they can't make their chopsticks more flexible.

They also want to grab it with their hands, but it's hot.

It seems that it is really necessary to learn chopsticks well. The people of the Shuofeng Tribe secretly made up their minds, even those who snatched meat. If they want to always be the first to eat meat, they must keep using chopsticks better than others, so that They cannot be surpassed.

Cheng Yang ate with Meng and several other children. They were close to the headman's seat, and they could still listen to what they were talking about while eating the mutton slices.

"The remaining salt is estimated to take a day or two to finish..."

"Should we still pass by the number of people today?"

The salt field is not big, so it would be a waste to send so many people, why not keep some and do more for the tribe.

Now that there are so many goats in the tribe, how to deal with them is also a problem.

According to the ideas of several clan elders, so many goats should all be killed and dried into jerky, which is not a good idea to save them for winter.

But the guy who became a sheep proposed to breed, let alone the two lambs he got from raising tits before, and now he wants to raise a few more.

The elders felt a little dissatisfied. The goats needed to eat grass. Where would they get so much grass for them to eat in winter? Besides, they needed more people to look after the goats.

At present, a large group of goats in the tribe are tied around their necks with hemp ropes and then tied to a stake, but this is not a long-term solution after all. No one is watching, and those goats can probably bite off the hemp ropes.

The headman also had some troubles. What Cheng Yang proposed sounds good to him. If goats can be raised in the tribe in the future, then the tribe will not have to risk their lives to hunt hard.

And what the elders said made sense, alas, he sighed.

"The manpower is still the same as today," the headman said. "The salt will be divided according to the number of people. If we go less, we will get less."

There is a lot of salt in their tribe now, probably more than those left.

But even so, they were not willing to give up the salt, and it would be abnormal if they were not enthusiastic about the salt, and it was easy for the tribes to know that they already had a lot of salt.

Although the headman has never heard of making a fortune in a silent voice or not revealing his wealth, he understands the truth.

"With these salts, we will never have to make deals with those southern tribes again!" an elder said cheerfully.

He really didn't like those people, obviously they also exchanged meat and animal skins with them, as if they owed those southern tribes.

Every time they exchanged, those people would pull a face at them, the northerners, as if they didn't answer.

He was so violent that he almost couldn't bear it several times, it really pissed him off.

"Yes, yes, we will not be able to eat all the salt in the future, how can we exchange it with them?"

"Hahaha, if those southerners know that we have salt, I don't know how angry they will be..."

On the contrary, a slightly more sensible clan elder said, "If we finish eating our salt..."

There is a lot of salt in the tribe, and their generation may not be able to eat it all, but what about their descendants.

There is no way to produce salt, no matter how much salt there is, one day it will be exhausted, and their descendants will one day have no salt to eat.

Don't know how those southerners get so much salt.

Alas, life is better for people in the south, a clan elder sighed.

"There are more fruits in the south than us. I heard that there is also a kind of grass that can be eaten there..."

"Yeah, even without our meat, they can survive..."

"It's a pity we don't grow that kind of grass here, otherwise there would be more food..."

Grass?Cheng Yang's eyes showed doubts, how can there be grass to eat?

He thought about the recipes from his previous life, but he really couldn't think of what kind of grass to eat.

After a full meal, everyone went back to rest with their stomachs contented.

When passing by the goats, their eyes were very kind. Some even went up to touch the fat of the goats in a friendly way, and the smiles on their faces were even stronger.

Unexpectedly, the mutton slices were so delicious, much more fragrant than the doe they ate before.

The clansmen who flowed halazi returned to their small tents contentedly, and Cheng Yang took advantage of the darkness to sneak into the headman's house.

When everyone had dinner before, they would form a circle with a bonfire in the middle, but now away from the bonfire, it was pitch black everywhere.

Except for the people standing guard holding torches, the rest of the place is completely invisible.

Cheng Yang who suddenly appeared in the tent really surprised Yan. If Cheng Yang hadn't called him out quickly, he would have called someone in.

He rubbed the sweat on his forehead and heaved a sigh of relief. He was frightened by the fuss about being expelled before, and he was afraid that what happened before would happen again.

Then he really couldn't do business with the tribesmen.

"Why are you here so late?"

"Hey." Cheng Yang scratched his head in embarrassment, and he knew it was very late.

But he was really curious about the kind of edible grass in the south, and the head man would probably take people out to mine salt tomorrow, so he might not be able to meet anyone, so he thought he might as well drop by and ask.

"Oh, so you want to know this." Yan nodded indifferently.

They were also very curious before, after all, he and a few clan elders saw those southerners put some yellowed hay into their mouths to chew.

Then spit out a bunch of empty shells.

They were shocked at the time, and couldn't help asking those people out of curiosity.

"You mean they spit out empty shells after eating?" Cheng Yang asked quickly.

"That's right, they say that chaff grinds your throat and makes it uncomfortable to swallow..."

Cheng Yang's heart was pounding, his eyes were bright, if he guessed correctly, those people probably ate millet.

Unexpectedly, there will be millet at this time.