It doesn't have to do the job of peeling and bone removal. Qilang fiddling with three snakes and a wild pheasant was as simple as home-cooked. Ouyang specifically told him not to pull out the wild pheasant feathers and then ignore them.

The bonfire was rising, and everyone was smiling. After nearly two days of fatigue, God gave them this natural cave as a gift.

Ouyang touched his nose, raised his torch and strolled around, and waited for Qilang to clean up the wild food.

The cave was mixed with stones and soil, and the soil was red and black. I didn't want to see the loess and blue rocks in Ouyang's image. This kind of geology had been seen when Ouyang was performing overseas missions in his previous life, but it was far away from the Middle East of the motherland. He reached out and pinched some red soil, and a cool and sticky feeling came from his fingers, like the soil that was extremely mineral-rich. He placed his index finger covered with red soil on the tip of his tongue and licked it slightly, bitter, plus a hint of saltiness that was not easy to detect.

Xian? Ouyang's heart moved, he took out a military dagger and scraped it a few times on the black rock, put the scraped powder in his palm, and observed it by using the torch. Most of it was rock powder, and a small part of the shiny crystals.

What is this? Could it be?...

Ouyang's heart moved, and he took two steps inward to avoid everyone's sight, quickly took out his "golden finger" from a specially sewn cloth bag in his closest place - the nameless black mobile phone seized in the last mission in his previous life and studied by his teammate Tang Song.

Ouyang's fingers briskly tapped the protrusions at the two corners of the body. With a faint and unobstructed sound, the phone screen flipped and unfolded, and a small notebook was put on the palm. Ouyang quickly entered a few keywords in the blurred search bar of the database: "Black Rock - Red Clay - Salt". In the blink of an eye, a long column of results was displayed on the screen.

"What a good thing!" Ouyang sighed in his heart, quickly browsing and finding the information he wanted.

"No...this is not...this is not...this is not!" Ouyang quickly looked at more than a dozen messages, all of which were a thousand miles apart from what he wanted, and had nothing to do with it. When he was about to give up, an information directory with only four words "Bingzhou Mo Yan" jumped into his eyes.

"It's it!" Ouyang exclaimed lightly, clicked and browsed quickly, and read the content of hundreds of words in less than ten breaths. His little heart almost jumped twice without any effort, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Eighth brother, what are you doing there alone? You are still muttering." While Ouyang was thinking, Goro's shout came from behind him. Ouyang quickly turned off his phone and put it in his arms, turned his head and shouted, "Let me see the stone black soil, black and red, rare."

"Hey, why do you think this is a bit uncommon? This kind of rock and soil in Bingzhou is not bad. Your second brother is about to clean up. You should prepare early and don't think about escaping work."

Ouyang smiled and said, "Brother, don't you know how to do the job slowly? Just sit there and wait, you won't be so delicious!"

After saying this, he took off his helmet, scraped half of the black rock surface and red clay with a military dagger, and turned around and walked towards the bonfire. Everyone was puzzled when they saw that he had a helmet of rock mud and mud came back. Ge squatted in the middle of the night and asked, "Brother Eighth Brother, this thing cannot be eaten or drunk. Do you want to recall your childhood, can you play with urinating mud?"

"I said, "Third brother, why are you so curious? Don't talk nonsense for now. Let me ask you, are you bringing salt to the march?"

Since Ouyang came to the Tang Dynasty, he has never paid attention to the salt he put during meals. He doesn't have to cook every day, let alone buy salt. However, Ouyang has seen the salt shop run by officials and businessmen in Jinyang City, but he has never been in.

Ge Ye curled his lips and said, "People say 'If you don't take charge of your family, you don't know that the firewood and rice are expensive.' You are now in front of your 60 people. You don't know if there is salt in our special voyage. Of course there is salt, but this operation came suddenly. In our voyage, we only brought the one sent by the army. Let me show you."

After saying that, Geye reached out and took out a small thing wrapped in oil paper from his arms, put it on his palm, and uncovered three layers. A yellow-brown crystal as big as a thumb appeared in front of Ouyang. Geye flicked the yellow crystal in his hand twice and explained: "Our army only has one piece every month for the officers above the team in our army. Below is 10 people per fire, only one piece per month for each fire. In the war, we calculated it in Bingzhou, such as Yunzhou, Yanzhou, and Lingzhou, some camps along the border can only be replaced by vinegar cloth. Do you know vinegar cloth? It is a cloth soaked in vinegar and salt water. In the war, it tastes like the food when it is boiled. This salt is a precious thing, which is much higher than the price of rice."

Ouyang was stunned and recalled that in the early Tang Dynasty, the country only controlled some important salt production areas, and the rest of the small salt fields and salt wells were tax payment modes. He walked to Geye in two steps and took the yellow object and looked carefully. There were many impurities inside, and some tiny gravels could be easily seen. Ouyang lightly stabbed it with a military dagger and picked a little and put it in his mouth. An indescribable bitterness and salty taste spread into the tongue coating, and even a little disgusting. Ouyang thought to himself that even if this thing is melted with water when cooking, the taste will definitely not be much better.

Everyone watched Ouyang Changyan's expression from beginning to end, and they were puzzled when they saw him winking and looking like he was so unpalatable. You should know that a piece of salt as big as a thumb is also a popular military supplies in the army, but his brigade coach looked disliked.

"Bah, this is also called salt? It's so bitter, it's so salty!" Ouyang quickly spit out the yellow crystal powder in his mouth, and swore that he would never learn from Li Shizhen to taste the herbs again.

Ge Ye snatched the salt block from Ouyang's hand, carefully wrapped it in his arms and cursed, "Don't waste it, stinky brat! I don't know that this thing is precious? You don't think you are like a rich head of a family who can wear clothes and eat and open your mouth. Why do you seem to have never seen salt before?"

Ouyang waved his hand and refused to explain more: "Let you know what salt is later."

He melted the black rock surface powder and red clay in the helmet with snow water that had been prepared, and then tear off a large piece of the already ragged inner shirt. He tightened the helmet mask and poured the turbid liquid into another helmet. The liquid in the other helmet became slightly clearer. He rinsed the linen again, folded several layers and added charcoal powder and filtered it. The liquid in the helmet became clearer and transparent.

After repeating this four or five times, the water in the helmet was clear and visible. He tied the helmet with a stick to the fire, then lowered the fire and boiled it carefully.

The people next to him were confused by the sight of the monk, and once again expressed his doubts. Ouyang looked up and smiled and said, "No hurry, put the raw food in my second brother, and wait for me to make some essential ingredients for you to grill."

The six groups of people next to them had already roasted the peeled food on the fire, but only the "elites" in their brigade were using their helmets and wondering what to do.

When the other groups of meat were roasted and ripe, Ouyang finally took off his helmet and looked at the thick layer of white fine crystals at the bottom of the helmet with a smile. Although it was a little yellow, Ouyang was confident that it was a hundred times better than the salt blocks in their hands.

He clamped the slightly red-hot helmet with a wooden stick and put it aside. He set up a barbecue grill with a quick movement. He used a military dagger to slash many paths on the fire and started grilling, but reached out to wrap the pheasant with blood in the internal organs and covered it with snow and red clay.

Everyone was puzzled again. If it weren't for his skillful movements, it would have been like that. Otherwise, a group of people would have pressed up and beat him up. He was the coach of the traveling team during training, but when he was resting, he was the youngest in the entire traveling team, and it would be no big deal to hit him twice.

Ouyang used a malfunction knife to dig a hole in the soil next to the fire, and just put the pheasant wrapped in mud in it, filled it with loose soil, and set up a lot of wooden branches on it to ignite it. He turned three racks with both hands to make the snake meat roast more evenly.

Time passed every minute, and the snake flesh turned from red to white, and then from white to yellow, and it was already ripe.

At this time, the other six teams had divided the roasted meat and started to chew it. The chewing sounds of "baji, barji" were endless. The people in the six teams were talking and laughing and eating happily.

Goro looked around anxiously, then looked at his half-cooked food, frowned and said, "Brother Eighth Brother, if your second brother had never lie, I would really doubt whether you would be roasted or not. People have eaten it, but we haven't cooked it yet, so I'm so anxious!"

It would be fine if he didn't say this, but once he said it, everyone couldn't help it, and the thunder sounded like a mountain shaking in his belly.

Ouyang shook his head and smiled, took the cold helmet, asked Wulang for a piece of oil paper, scraped the white crystal at the bottom of the helmet and poured it into the paper, and when he put it in his hand, he looked like three or four taels. He twisted his fingers and put it in his mouth, and the delicious salty taste flowed into his stomach with his saliva. Ouyang licked his mouth. The salt he made himself was not as good as the edible salt in his previous life, but it was many times stronger than the yellow crystals of Geye.

He flipped the roasted wooden stick with one hand, twisted the homemade salt powder with two fingers, and evenly sprinkled a layer of it on the edge of the three snake meat. He clapped his hands and wrapped the oil paper and put the homemade salt into his arms.

Before the barbecue was continued, Qilang stood up and looked at Ouyang Yu in disbelief, his nose kept twitching. Then there was Golang, Geye, and even Qin Feng was a little confused. Because the fragrance of the barbecue snake meat almost hooked out their souls. They looked at the golden roasted snake on the fire rack, smelled the fragrance in the air, and swallowed their saliva with "gudong,gudong".

"Brother Eighth brother, can you lend me your white thing to see?" Qilang's voice trembled slightly, and he was a little excited.

Ouyang nodded with a smile and handed Qilang the salt bag that he deliberately put into his arms. Qilang carefully opened it and took a look, and also imitated Ouyang's fingers and twisted it into his mouth. The expression on his face changed drastically, and he used "stunned" to describe it as a bit wonderful.

"Brother Eighth brother, you, you! This, this..." Qilang was already incoherent and was completely shocked by the less than three taels of white powder in his hand and could not speak.

Ouyang nodded with a smile but did not respond, and continued to flip the barbecue snake meat.

The rest of the people were stunned by Shiro's performance. Goro patted Shiro's shoulder hard and said, "What's wrong? Talk well, what's this!"
Chapter completed!