Chapter 6 Chapter 6

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date="2021-01-16"

title="Chapter 6 Chapter 6 "

weight="124639"

series = ["Banished to Another World"]

mode = "manual"

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When Yan Mo finally peeled off the skin of a large vole with unskilled techniques, it was almost evening, and the sunset glow in the western sky glowed a brilliant red.

Many people have already prepared or are making dinner, and the strong smell of barbecue can't help but pierce Yan Mo's nose.

After swallowing several mouthfuls of saliva, the diligent Kusatsu next door had already roasted the meat. While calling the owner to come out for a meal, he also walked over to help Yan Mo deal with another field mouse.

"You've been hungry for a long time? I don't think you have any strength." Kusatsu twisted the neck of the large field mouse, circled the bleeding with a stone knife, and cut off the muscles connected to the flesh. Pulling the leather down.

The whole field mouse skin was torn off like this.

The manpower here seems to be not small. Yan Mo looked at his hands. Is his lack of strength because he was hungry? 90% is.

Yan Mo was embarrassed to ask Cao Ding to do everything for him. He took a stone knife and opened the skinned voles. This was the capital for his life to settle down. He changed his body. Although it was still a little strange, the basic skills were all there.

He was a little slow in handling the internal organs of the first vole, and was already much more proficient when it came to the second.

When Cao Ding found out, he had even dismembered a field mouse.

"You don't need to chop it. It's most convenient to roast such a small prairie rat."

Yan Mo stopped. He was habitually planning to cut the meat into pieces for braising or stir-frying, but he forgot that there was no concept of braised or stir-frying.

Cao Ding helped cut another intact prairie rat, smeared it with coarse salt, and set it on the fire pit.

"The minced meat can only be used for cooking. Next time you remember, the meat is best not to be boiled. Our salt will be bitter when we boil it in water, and it won't have the bitter taste if it is grilled with fire." Kusatsu sighed. , Dang Yan Mo can't cook. The disciple of the sacrifice, maybe he doesn't need to cook by himself?

"Salt is bitter because it contains other minerals. As long as it is boiled and filtered several times, it will be much better." Yan Mo pointed.

Kusatsu glanced at him strangely, "Boil it a few more times? What a waste? Do you know how precious salt, water, and burning grass are? Even the Salt Mountain clan can't be so wasteful. Master Yuan Zhan has a good heart, so you use it. There is too much salt, water, and burning grass. If you change to another adult, you will be hungry if you don’t get beaten."

It turns out that the people here don't know how to get better-tasting salt, but are not willing to? No wonder he imparted knowledge, but the exile guide did not respond.

Also, even in the 21st century, people in many poor places in China are still living extremely primitive lives. It is not that they don't know how to live better, they just suffer from no conditions.

Yan Mo had a thick skin and didn't blush because of it.

It would be great if the article on geography and hydrology in the guide could be used now. With this climate and environment, you might be able to find natural salt ponds and salt lakes nearby. The temperature here is so high and the sun is so powerful during the day, so salt cooking is not feasible. The sun-dried salt method can be carried out, and the sun-dried salt method is much more environmentally friendly and economical than the boiled salt method.

But before the scum value of others has dropped to 100 million points, thinking about these is a waste of thought.

Yan Mo wanted to make the chopped rat meat into kebabs, but found that there was no suitable sign, so he could do nothing more.

Yuan Zhan came back with a large water tank full of water and saw that Yan Mo was going to cook the meat. He put down the water tank and kicked him. "You are not allowed to cook meat in the future. There is not so much water for you to use."

Cao Ting didn't dare to say a word, bowed his head and left.

Yan Mo silently endured it. He had to completely change his mind. In such a ghost place where everything was lacking, instead of wanting to live a better life, he should think about how to live longer.

Yuan Zhan ate a half prairie rat meat alone, leaving a pot of boiled meat for Yan Mo.

Yan Mo felt that Yuan Zhan might not have enough to eat, so he was reluctant to give him the half-pot.

Yan Mo almost used a flutter. As soon as Yuan Zhan agreed, he immediately climbed to the stone pot and reached out to catch the cold boiled meat.

He was hungry, even if it was white meat boiled in salt water with a serious bitter taste, he would eat as if he had never seen meat before, even the broth was held up and drank thoroughly.

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

Yan Mo licked his fingers and asked, "Don't you need to keep the fire?"

"There is a firepit in the clan, and there are slaves who watch it. From now on, you remember to get up and go to the firepit every morning to get the fire and come back for cooking, and put out the fire at night when you sleep.

"Why don't you keep the fire?"

"How to stay? Let the firewood burn all night?" Yuan Zhan looked at Yan Mo with contempt for whether your brain was broken.

Yan Mo shut up again. He remembered that his grandparents used to burn the stove when he was young. At night, he would cover the fire in the stove with mixed dilute carbon, and only poke a small fire hole to make the coal in it 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 it, and has to study and study.

It seems that reducing the scum value here is much more difficult than he thought.

Yan Mozheng wanted to raise his middle finger to God again, and was dragged into the tent directly by Yuan Zhan's arm.

Abandoning Yan Mo's arm, Yuan Zhan pointed to the corner where the "trash" was piled up, "After you sleep here, you can use the fur."

There was no fire or light in the tent, and it was dark, and it took a long time for Yan Mo to adapt to seeing something vaguely.

Yuan Zhan turned around and took a torch in, and inserted it into the ground beside the stone table in the center of the tent.

Yan Mo clearly saw some small bugs on the ground quickly dispersing to the four sides, and then looked at that dark corner, will he be sleeping with the bugs in the future?

Yuan Zhan lowered the curtain of the tent, covered it, pressed the corner with a stone, and turned to look at Yan Mo’s injured leg, "Tie the broken leg with a wooden board so that the broken bone will not shift? This is a good way. I didn’t see us. You have been used for sacrifice, did the Salt Mountain sacrifice teach you?"

Yan Mo nodded, reached out and grabbed a piece of rotten fur... He swore that when he picked up the fur, no less than five insects would fall out of the fur and crawl away.

Yuan Zhan walked to his bed, unbuttoned his leather skirt and threw it on the stone table, and sat on the bed with such a grin.

Yan Mo saw the huge pile of weight under the shadow and was silent. Are the people here developed so well?

"What is your name?"

"Yan Mo."

"how old are you?"

"fourteen."

"Three years younger than me, but you are not even a first-class fighter. You are really useless." Yuan Zhan scratched his abdomen and spared no effort to beat his slaves: "I am a first-class fighter at the age of twelve. At the second level, if I have more training and fighting, I will surely become a third-level fighter soon. Then I will have two slaves. I will definitely pick the second slave. It must be beautiful and healthy."

Yan Mo's expression was a little cracked. It turns out that this guy who claims to be his master is still a minor kid? The primitive man was really precocious, he thought this kid was in his twenties.

However, from his memory, the people here are precocious. Thirteen or four years old is the age to support a family. Many people even marry wives and children at this age. For modern people, he is still a child at this age. , But for the locals, he is already considered an adult, so seventeen years old here is truly a complete and strong labor.

"My lord, if that's the case, why don't you take in a female slave right from the start? It's like the master eagle next door." Yan Mo Xiaoxiao stabbed his master. Immediately enduring the severe pain in the leg, he pulled out pieces of rotten fur, shaken it clean, and laid it on the ground.

Yan Mo didn't expect Yuan Zhan to answer him. He didn't expect Yuan Zhan to answer him: "Female slaves are expensive, and if you have a female slave, you will have children. I'm afraid I won't be able to support it."

After a pause, Yuan Zhan said boredly, "I don't want to eat my own children, nor do I want to give my own children to others."

Yan Mo's hand paused. In winter, this tribe's living environment would be so harsh? Not only do you eat slaves, but you also eat the children your own tribe can’t support?

This situation is completely absent in the Salt Mountain tribe. Although the Salt Mountain tribe also has the custom of cannibalism, because they are richer in guarding the salt mines, the winter is not too difficult. In the memory of a teenager for 14 years, the Salt Mountain tribe has not eaten a single person. . Probably because of this, his people would rather abandon him than treat him as food.

"But if I become a third-level fighter, I will be able to feed my children." Yuan Zhan lay down and his tone became cold. "Tomorrow it will be my turn to go hunting. The shortest five days, the longest ten days, there is not much food left at home. , I will tell the original carving, let Kuomachi take care of you, you eat less, and I will return your ration to the original carving when I come back. I'm not here, don't run around, you haven't got my mark on your body yet, Get caught, trouble!"

"Yes, my lord."

It didn't take long for Yuan Zhan to hear a slight grunt. He was physically exhausted during the day and fell asleep quickly at night.

Yan Mo set a fire to light it up, barely made a bed, supported himself with his arms with difficulty, and moved his body to the bed made of a few pieces of rotten fur.

Although the rotten fur had a serious smell and was uncomfortable when poking at the skin, it was better than sleeping on a cold ground.

There are a lot of broken and rotten furs, but they are not big, and they have been stacked for a long time, and a lot of mold has been rotten. It took Yan Mo for a long time to find a piece that could barely cover his stomach.

Lying on the bed, Yan Mo let out a long breath, and finally got a good night's sleep.

Once it calms down, the surrounding sounds are also amplified, but the fur-covered tent can't stop the sound from penetrating.

There is no entertainment here at night. What can every family do when they return to their tent after dinner?

Yan Mo listened to the completely undisguised crying and moaning/groaning, venting roar, and physical impact, and slowly closed his eyes.

The physical and psychological exhaustion made Yan Mo quickly forget the harshness of his environment and quickly fell asleep. Even if he was so painful in his dream that his whole body was cold, he was not willing to wake up.

As the night darkened, the temperature dropped a little.

The climate here is really similar to that of the desert. It is deadly hot during the day and deadly cold at night.

Except for the injured leg that couldn't be curled up, Yan Mo shrank into a ball in the cold, holding himself tightly with both hands, resisting the cold and pain.

suddenly!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Yuan Zhan was awakened in his sleep, cursed, opened his eyes, got up and walked to Yan Mo's side, squatted down, grabbed his hair, and said angrily: "What's your name?"

Yan Mo hugged his injured leg with pain and sweat on his face.

He even forgot the punishment that the guide said, the damn burning pain!

Just now, in his sleep, he dreamed that the old priest was holding a burning stick, aimed at his injured leg, and burned it!

The dream is fake, but the burning pain is real.

Yuan Zhan looked at him like that, frowning and asked: "The wound hurts?"

Yan Mo's consciousness was a little faint and did not answer.

"Trouble." Yuan Zhan dropped him, removed the stone that was pressing the curtain, walked out of the tent, scooped a scoop of water back, held his head, and brought the scoop to his mouth, "Drink!"

Yan Mo, who was sweating a lot, was indeed thirsty to the extreme, holding Yuan Zhan's hand and holding the water scoop, he gurgled and drank.

"Continue to sleep and no more barking, otherwise I will shut your mouth."

Yuan Zhan packed up, pulled a piece of intact tanned fur hung on the wall, threw it on Yan Mo, said nothing, went back and lay down and continued to sleep.

Yan Mo slowly reached out and hugged the piece of fur that could cover his entire body, so that it could cover his whole body.

The pain of broken bones, plus the residual pain left by the burning pain, Yan Mo slept very restlessly in the middle of the night, he didn't even know that he made a low moan/groan.

The young and powerful Yuan Zhan was frantically hummed by the groans/groans of his slaves. Swearing a swear word, turned over, reached out to touch his crotch, held his own root, and started self-reliance.

Yan Mo woke up in the morning, smelling the special smell that had not disappeared from the tent, and twitched the corners of his mouth. He was seventeen years old... Isn't it the age group who wants to poke a tree hole?