Beast World Sweet Pet: I rely on the foundation to become a boss

No matter how good the herbal medicine is, he won't be able to get better if he doesn't use it. "

"Understood, Qingshu, I will remember to apply the medicine. After a long day of work, you can go back and have a rest." The patriarch uncle said flatteringly.

"Don't get annoyed by me, no matter how bad you are, I'll let Lin watch over you." Qing Shu was also doing it for the patriarch's good.

After telling Luoyang and the others that there was still work to be done, Qingshu left.

"By the way, what's the matter with you guys here?" As soon as Qingshu left, the patriarch uncle asked them both with a smile.

"Ah? The salt has already been made. Although it is a bit troublesome, it is edible salt." After recovering from his thoughts, Luoyang showed the finished salt to the patriarch uncle.

"Really? It's really great. This tribe no longer has to exchange so many prey for salt." The patriarch uncle eagerly squeezed a little salt and tasted it.

"Patriarch, although salt can preserve meat, it requires a lot of salt, so you need to arrange more people to cook salt together." He alone is not enough.

"Are you willing to hand over the method of cooking salt to the tribe?" The patriarch was shocked. This is the way to get salt.

"Of course, I said that I will contribute to the tribe, but the salt is far from enough. I hope the patriarch can arrange more people to cook the salt."

"But the small rainy season is coming soon, and the clansmen need to stockpile food." Hearing that the patriarch uncle was both happy and worried, salt is of course very important, but if the clansmen can't stock up enough food, it may be difficult to survive the small rainy season.

"Do you think this is okay? Those in charge of hunting and gathering in the tribe can still go out, and the old tribesmen and little orcs can come over to help cook the salt." After thinking about it carefully, Luoyang made a suggestion...

"Here, can they do well?" The patriarch was a little hesitant. Most of the old orcs in the tribe have disabilities. Can they do these things well?

"Group leader, I've seen how to cook salt, Uncle Nian and the others can do it well." Feng Yi stood up and promised.

The Uncle Nian in his mouth is the representative of the old orcs. He injured his leg in hunting before. Although he can no longer go hunting, he has been leading the old orcs to help the tribe, and he has never been idle.

After discussing the manpower to cook the salt, the patriarch asked the two to go back and wait. He was going to send those old acquaintances to Luoyang's house to help.

"Feng Yi, here, can we really learn how to make salt?"

As soon as Uncle Nian heard the patriarch's words, he immediately brought everyone to the thatched cottage in Luoyang, and he is still a little confused and unbelievable.

"Well, Uncle Nian, thank you for your hard work." Feng Yi said affirmatively.

"No hard work, no hard work, we will work hard." Uncle Nian immediately assured that the old, weak, sick and disabled are afraid that they will become a burden to the tribe. It is such a good thing to have something to do. Everyone must have worked hard Do it well.

"Hello, Uncle Nian, boiling salt is very simple. It's not as difficult as you imagined. It just needs patience. You are just suitable for doing these things, but young orcs don't have that much patience." After observing for a while, Luoyang confirmed that this Uncle is a very real person.

"Hey, okay, let's start quickly." Uncle Nian couldn't wait.

"No hurry, let's do the preparations first!" Although Luoyang has built a small stove, one is definitely not enough, and more big bamboos have to be chopped back.

So the two worked together, Feng Yi took a few nimble old orcs to cut bamboo, Luoyang took the rest to build a stove, everyone was very efficient, and the work of boiling salt continued.

Soon the first batch, about ten catties of salt, was produced.

"Luoyang Yashou, thank you, thank you for bringing us salt." Seeing the snow-white salt in front of them, all the old orcs were moved to tears, and Uncle Nian even took the lead and knelt down.

"Uncle, get up quickly, there's no need to do this, I'm also a member of the Tiger Tribe, this is what I should do." Luoyang was startled, and quickly helped the old people up one by one.

"Okay, Luoyang is a good sub-beast, everyone, get up quickly, our tribe will have salt in the future, Luoyang is bestowed by the beast god, we must respect him." Uncle Nian said that everyone stopped kneeling and cheered together.

No one cares more about the tribal food issue than these old orcs, because once there is a lack of food, they will definitely end up spontaneously. Only by leaving food to the children, the tiger tribe will always exist.

So at this moment, the most touching thing is their group. With salt, they don't need to exchange a lot of prey. They can live longer without lack of food, and no one wants to die if they can live.

"Uncle Nian, you don't have to do this, I will do this..."

"No, you don't know how important salt is. Anyway, you gave salt to the tribe, and everyone respects you is a must!"

"Yes, please accept our respect!" A group of old orcs lowered their heads towards Luoyang and put their hands on their chests. This is an action only available in sacrificial ceremonies.

"I……"

"Yang, this is what you deserve!" Feng Yi grabbed Luo Yang's shoulders, preventing him from saying the next thing!