The protection of the last days

You can search for "The Protection of Doomsday Xiaoshigusou Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!It was the first time Lian Yao saw the salt pan on the seashore. She didn't understand how sea water was made into salt. She just looked at a few square pools, some of which were deep and shallow, and some were already like snow. White salt layer.This is a bit like the salt that was boiled in a pot in Waji Village at the end.

The salt pond reflects the sunlight and is very dazzling.Lian Yao saw the salt field by the sea for the first time, and he kept his eyes on it.

Wu Qingfeng was worried that her eyes would be punctured, and walked over to block her vision: "Don't look too long under the big sun, be careful that your eyes will bloom."

His sight was cut off, and Lian Yao took it back. When he looked up at Wu Qingfeng, he found that Wu Qingfeng had a dark shadow on his face.She rubbed her eyes, knowing she had been looking too long.

The four who accompanied them to see the salt field pointed to the salt field and said: "This salt field was also newly opened after coming here. The salt from an acre of seawater is not as good as half of what we used to be. Fortunately, the weather is hot enough, the sun is strong, and the wind It’s also big, and the seawater in the pool evaporates quickly and crystallizes quickly. Otherwise, you will come here for nothing.

Wu Qingfeng looked at a small pile of salt not far from the salt pan, then looked at a few ponds that had begun to crystallize, and estimated the daily salt production in the salt pan.

Several people walked down the path that was stepped on.There is no shade in the salt fields, and the sun hits people directly without covering it, which makes it uncomfortable.

"It's too hot this day, we won't come here at this time. Usually we wait for the sun to go down and then come here to collect the salt." The man who came with him kept wiping the sweat from his face, and after a while the whole body It's as wet as being drenched in water.

Look here again, although Wu Qingfeng and Lian Yao also sweated, but they also sweated reservedly, and they were not embarrassed at all.I couldn't help sighing, this fairy-like character is so beautiful even when he sweats.

Taking a rough look at the quality of the salt, Wu Qingfeng took Lian Yao back.This kind of weather is exposed to the sea, the salty taste of the sea and the smell of sweat on the body make people feel like a salted fish.

The quality of the salt is indeed not very good, with many impurities, not as good as the salt in Waji Village before.No wonder only one catty of rice can be used for one catty of salt.

This kind of salt can't be used directly like the usual salt, you have to find a way to separate the impurities before use.But now is not the time to be particular, it is good to have salt.

Back in the village, many people have gathered in a place with a lot of shade at the foot of the mountain, waiting for a few people to pass.

After Wu Qingfeng and Lian Yao passed, they found that there was not even a place to sit here.Others either squatted under a tree or sat directly on the ground in a shade.

Wu Qingfeng didn't care, but he didn't want Lian Yao to make these indecent actions like these people.

The men were a little embarrassed seeing Lian Yao, and stood up.

It's probably been a long time since I have seen such a clean and beautiful woman. Although I am embarrassed to look straight, her eyes float to Lian Yao from time to time.

Wu Qingfeng was not very happy, and took a step forward to completely cover Lian Yao behind him.Make up your mind and make a quick decision.

After some bargaining, the price was finally set at 25 tons of salt for 20 tons of rice.In addition, it was agreed to change the salt again at this price next time.

The rice they have is that they can change to more salt.On the contrary, there is not enough salt here.It’s just such a small salt pan, if the weather is not right now, it is the best time to produce salt, and these 25 tons of salt will not make up.

Now these 25 tons of salt are the entire village's inventory.This time, Xingang Village didn't leave anything except the salt eaten at home.

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Xingang Village is here, but there is not much food to grow.Besides, they were originally fishermen, and they were not good at growing food.So most of the fields are grown vegetables.The food we eat today is exchanged for the salt in our hands.

This batch, plus the batch ordered, was changed to 40 tons of rice twice, enough for the whole village to eat for more than a year.

The one-year ration was settled, and the villagers were very happy.Seeing Wu Qingfeng and two of them are like two Bodhisattvas, their attitude towards them is terribly good.The village also gave them some salted fish and shrimp paste that they dried.Although it is not much, it is also a little bit of their intentions.

Here Wu Qingfeng took out the cigarette, and the eyes of the men who had agreed with them to change the cigarette immediately lit up.

"Brother, how about a pound of salt per cigarette?"

Despite the urgency, but in the last days forced to grind for such a long time, everyone can distinguish whether it is important or not.Although I wanted cigarettes very much, they could only be enjoyable, neither filling my stomach, nor healing people.Therefore, I will not do anything to satiate my cravings for a while.

Wu Qingfeng grabbed the cigarette case in his hand and said nothing for a long time.Until they were waiting anxiously, they asked, "I don't want coarse salt, I want fine salt."

"Ah, fine salt? This...this..."

Several people were upset.They have a lot of salt, but the fine salt is really not much.After all, the conditions are limited, and they only get a little salt to eat at home.All I changed before was coarse salt.

"Brother, we don't have a lot of fine salt. Each family will give you a pound at most. But the price is not this price."

Listening to them, knowing that they have fine salt, Wu Qingfeng was relieved.He hadn't planned to exchange these cigarettes for fine salt.But he has other things that they cannot refuse.

"I use cotton to exchange fine salt for you, two catties of cotton and one catty of fine salt."

When Lian Yao heard this, he couldn't help but cast a sideways look at Wu Qingfeng.She had just found cottonseed a few days before she could plant it.

Wu Qingfeng just smiled at her.He knows that a lot of cotton can be produced in one night by using soil.There is not much salt in Xingang Village and not much cotton is used.

The reason why Wu Qingfeng proposed to exchange for cotton was because Wu Qingfeng took a rough look at the situation in the village and added his own speculation.

The people in Xingang Village used to live by the sea, in the subtropical zone, and it is not very cold in winter, and their winter clothes are not too thick.I don’t know how they survived the last extreme cold, but the clothes on the villagers here are very shabby. Most of them don’t have enough supplies to spend the winter. They definitely need warm clothes and quilts.

Sure enough, those people who heard Mianyang were all pleasantly surprised.I just hesitated to hear the exchange price.

They are short of cotton, so many people in the village need a lot.But they really don't have much fine salt.Even if they took out all their fine salt, the cotton returned would not be enough for the whole village.

But knowing that Wu Qingfeng has cotton in his hands, this is definitely not to be missed.So they didn't even care about cigarettes, and immediately ran back to discuss the cotton exchange with other people in the village.

Wu Qingfeng was not in a hurry.I took Lian Yao around the village, pushed back to the car after pushing away the villagers' kindness to ask them to live at home.

The cotton matter has not been discussed yet, and watching the sun slowly go down, it is time to collect the salt.Thinking that the salt will take a few days to get together, and the cotton matter is not in a hurry, so I still focus on collecting salt.

After a few shouts, the voices of the people in the village also boiled.Both men and women, young and old, brought their tools and walked towards the salt pans by the sea, and began to harvest the salt that was dried today.