Chapter 15

After taking a nap, Zhao Mai stretched himself hard, threw the little dog off his shoulder and lay on his back humming. After teasing him with his fingers, the dog calms down after being put back on his shoulder, just like the chicken hiding under the hen's wings.

"Start training tomorrow and have a good rest today." A squirrel holding a note blocked Zhao Mai's way. It shook its big tail, a pair of black bean like eyes straight at Zhao Mai, small beak a shake a shake. Zhao Mai, with a heart, took a big acorn from the dried fruit piled up in a corner of the room. Squirrel held acorn in both hands, filled his cheek, nodded and ran away.

It's good news for Zhao Mai to be able to accept training. Only with the ability to protect himself can he go deep into the forest to find valuable treasures and go to the town to have a look through the jungle. Fortune gold coins only appear in the form of various currencies. The old Ranger's family only has living materials, so I'm afraid he won't store coins and so on.

The training of a real Ranger is very attractive to a modern man. Even when soldiers use guns, they are not fighting with cold weapons, and they are more passionate. The wild of fantasy world is a primitive place full of wild animals. It can survive in this environment for many years, and its ability is far more powerful than all kinds of "explorers".

Even Baylor didn't skin chimera, did he? Zhao Mai did it. Maybe crocodile is the limit of Beiye's melee ability? I don't know what beast Carl killed. If I can take a dragon skin back, I don't know if I can shock the world.

Think of here, Zhao Mai suddenly a Leng, a good idea to heart. Even if we don't focus on things like gold, silver and precious stones, it may be easier to bring some living things back for profit. Not to mention the dragon egg and the like, it is absolutely valuable to bring a griffin egg back to hatch. The rich are scrambling to build bigger yachts, but who can have a griffin?

But don't mention the dragon, even the Griffin is not easy to deal with. Without strong personal force, it can only be the action of sending dinner. Zhao maiheng measured it for a while, and he could not beat a war horse with his current force. He ranked the bottom first among the carnivores in the whole Ranger territory. Oh, no, it should be better than the dog on my shoulder.

It's nothing if we can't use force now. After all, I haven't received training in this field since I was young. Now I should seize the opportunity to improve. If you want to practice your physical fitness, you need to keep up with the nutrition. Meat seems to be sufficient, but you can't swallow the coarse salt.

The old ranger can teach himself that it is a kind of kindness, and kindness should be rewarded with kindness. Anyway, there's nothing to do this afternoon. It's better to boil salt.

He climbed down the tree and told Carl and soru the idea. The old Ranger nodded with a smile and encouraged him to do it, but the orc looked like "I don't believe it.". He didn't want to help either. After a few words with Carl, he ran out.

No wonder they don't believe it, because salt as fine as flour is only available to elves, and other races only have coarse salt to eat. This is mainly because the elves' body is relatively weak, not as strong as the dwarf's body's tolerance for toxins. It's no problem that they can take a big mouthful of crude salt. Because they need strict detoxification, the best fine salt of elves is processed by special magic, and the second class also needs complicated alchemy. People of other races want to know the secret of the elves, but they haven't gained anything for hundreds of years.

Carl, a Ranger, knows that there is a salt mine in neibo town. He digs well salt from the very deep ground, grinds it and sells it in all directions. That kind of salt is less impurity and can be sold for five gold coins per pound. What is the concept? Basically, the price is equal to that of high-grade silver ore, which is 250 times of the price of potatoes of the same weight.

It's just coarse salt. There is no standard price for the refined salt of the spirit, but a small amount of it appears in the form of luxury auction. The magic of elves can be revealed, and the technology of refining gold and fine salt has not been stolen, so Carl does not believe that "Mike" can really make fine salt. He thought that this young man could at most improve the taste of salt and cover up the bitter feeling.

For him, it's a children's game, just encouragement. So Zhao Mai holding "Cihai", constantly asked him for some tools, he was satisfied with a smile. In fact, there's nothing strange about it: a few pots, a few pots, some firewood, and a large rock salt dug out of the cave.

The villagers don't eat too much rock salt. Carl eats this kind of salt mainly to save money. He watched Zhao Mai smash the rock salt and grind it into powder with stone - though the particles were completely uneven. Then the salt powder was thrown into the pot, boiled and stirred to form a yellowish brown turbid liquid.

Take off the T-shirt and fold it up as the original filter. Turbid liquid can become clearer.

Wash the clothes again, the liquid condition can be better, but almost to the limit. The following work needs charcoal powder. This time, after another filtration, the liquid becomes clear and transparent.

The rest of the work is to evaporate the water and leave the pure salt at the bottom of the pot. This is certainly not comparable to a large number of industrial preparation of refined salt, snow-white with some light brown.

Twist it with your fingers and taste it. There's no exciting feeling. If you can use proper gauze, the quality of charcoal will be better. Maybe you can continue to improve the quality of salt.A fist sized piece of coarse salt turns into a small bowl of fine salt. Zhao Mai takes it to find the old Ranger Carl. The old man was holding a purplish hardwood in the tree hole and couldn't help looking at it. His fingers stroked the rough surface back and forth. It seemed that he was feeling the power hidden under the surface of the wood.

"Look, my salt." Zhao Mai respectfully put the bowl in front of the old man. Carl always gives him the feeling of being an old man at home. His behavior shows special closeness, so he unconsciously brings the respect of the younger generation to the elder.

The old Ranger took a look at the pottery bowl, and his eyes suddenly widened. He put down the hardwood, dipped three fingers in a pinch of salt, and put it on his tongue to taste. The pure salty taste is full of in the mouth, does not have the coarse salt to take the bitter astringent and the sour hot. He did not eat the refined salt of the elves, and could not make a comparison. But because the salt was made by Mike, he simply thought it was the best salt in the world.

"You did a good job!" He praised a sentence, suddenly thought that the other party can not fully understand. Glarion praised the gesture of the other party as raising the middle finger, because it is the longest finger and the most prominent one. So he pointed his middle finger at Zhao Mai.

Looking at the smiling expression on the old man's face, Zhao Mai knew that this should not be scolding himself. After he moved to the dictionary and asked clearly, he was in a strange mood. "In our opinion, thumbs up is praise, because thumbs are the thickest."

When both sides understood, Carl gave him a thumb. Then the bowl of salt was put aside, and he began to explain the training in a slow tone and simple words.

Zhao Mai was very worried and kept asking how much he could sell the fine salt. The old man did not answer. Only after being asked many times did he raise his eyebrows and slap Zhao Mai on the head.

"If you don't have the ability to survive, what's the use of gold coins? If you carry more gold on your back, your spine will be bent. " He not only said it, but also wrote it on paper. After Zhao Mai understood, he touched his beaten part with his hand, as if to comfort him.

Zhao Mai wanted to say that "the hero is hard to die for a cent", but he also knew that the old Ranger meant well. Since it's a good intention, don't destroy it. He put the matter of fine salt aside and learned the words related to fighting first.