Chapter 804: Salt Should Be Used This Way

With such a cautionary example, everyone watching clearly saw the ferocity of the Huaxia people and the power of their Weaponry; this was not something a small tribe could handle, so most people had already dismissed the idea of stealing, though there were inevitably still some who wanted to take the risk, but Huaxia had no way to deal with such situations, and being able to reduce the occurrence of theft was already good enough.

Because the corpse was an eyesore and might attract flies, and would smell once it rotted, and there were no people living here, the Soldier on horseback shouted to the people around: "Which tribe is this from? Have their people drag this corpse away and dispose of it."

However, no one answered for a long time, and some timid people gradually dispersed; no one dared to come near the herd of cattle anymore, and those watching the excitement stayed much further away.

The Soldier used his Knife to pry the severed arm off the bag, then threw it further away, spat in disgust, and said: "Whoever comes to throw this corpse away and wash the blood here clean with water, I will give that much Salt."

The Soldier gestured with one segment of his thumb; such a small amount of Salt was something no one would bother to pick up if it fell on the ground in Huaxia, but in this era, it was something to be fought over crazily; the savages who were previously afraid instantly rushed over, wanting to fight for the corpse, fearing they would miss this opportunity.

But too many people rushed over at once, and the Soldier had to pick up his Weapon to force them back: "Are you crazy? Why are you all rushing over, looking for death?"

Afterwards, he pointed his Knife at a savage who looked pleasing to the eye and said: "Come, come, come, just you; you handle this place, and I will give you Salt."

That savage was overjoyed and hurriedly walked over slowly with a smile; the other savages, seeing there was no chance left, could only sigh and clear the way, but in this short moment, Huaxia had already generously made a move twice, which made these savages feel that there must be profit to be made here in Huaxia, and that they could definitely find other opportunities to earn Salt, so they thought they must walk around here more to seize an opportunity at the first moment.

That savage was also very obedient and dragged the corpse away; it was unknown how it was finally disposed of, presumably just thrown in some remote place, and in the end, it would be food for wild beasts; afterwards, he brought a Pottery Jar filled with water and rinsed the bloodstains on that spot over and over again.

Not until the blood was almost invisible and the smell could no longer be detected did the Huaxia Soldier call a stop: "Good, that's enough, you did well, come and take your Salt."

That savage was overjoyed, held out a small Bamboo Tube, and handed it over; the Huaxia Soldier casually opened a bag, then used three fingers to pinch out a pinch of Salt and poured it into that small Bamboo Tube.

The Salt was even more than promised, and the savage was naturally even happier; just as he was about to leave, the Huaxia Soldier's casual action of flicking the Salt sticking to his hand made him turn back immediately, then crawl on the ground, wanting to pick up the tiny grains of Salt on the ground one by one.

These Huaxia Soldiers had never felt that Salt was scarce from childhood to adulthood; in Huaxia, Salt was almost equivalent to water, available everywhere, and never in short supply, so naturally, they could not feel the preciousness of Salt; all he could hear were the elders saying how precious Salt was in this world, and now this was the first time he had felt it so intuitively.

However, pitiful as the savage was, he had no intention of giving a little more; Huaxia's Salt was not worth much, but it was not something to be given away just like that; they had brought it all the way here, so even if it wasn't worth much, it should have become valuable.

At this time, the work of setting up the Battalion was basically finished; hundreds of cattle were led over one by one and tied to wooden stakes driven into the ground, but because there were few stakes and many cattle, several had to be tied to one stake.

When they were in the wild, they would tie a few to trees and tie the others to each other, and the cattle would not run around; they knew that staying by the side of these humans was the safest, and they did not have to worry about food and Salt; now Huaxia not only had to guard against the cattle running away but also had to guard against other savages coming to steal, so the protective measures had to be slightly stronger.

The cattle and goods were placed in the center of the Battalion, and their Tents were pitched on the periphery; although this meant they had to deal with cattle manure every day, at least safety could be guaranteed.

Once the Battalion was set up, the Soldiers were able to rest, getting off their horses to relax their somewhat sore thighs.

And the savages were still watching, but the people watching had already changed several batches, all coming because they heard that a very special tribe had arrived here.

This was also the time for Huaxia to set up a stall, but unexpectedly, Huaxia did not set one up, but instead started chopping wood and lighting fires, setting up pots and stoves, and even a Soldier came out and said to the watching savages: "We Huaxia need firewood; you can bring firewood over, and we can exchange it for Salt and Salted Fish, but it must be dry firewood."

"We won't need too much; those who bring it first will have the chance to exchange for things."

The savages did not have the slightest hesitation and immediately rushed out like crazy, starting to look for firewood, or directly moving the firewood from their own camps; if there was no firewood, they could go find more, and even with the current weather, there were so many people here that it would be fine without a fire at night, but if they missed this opportunity, where else could they find such a good thing as treating firewood as a commodity?

The tribes close to the Huaxia Battalion took a big advantage, with several people even carrying a section of dead wood over; Huaxia was also relieved, not having to waste time looking for firewood.

They knew that the hard currency of this era was Salt, so the things they brought the most were Salt and Salted Fish, small in quantity but high in price; they brought almost only enough grain for themselves, and also brought a small amount of good things that other tribes could not have, such as Wine, Porcelain, and Glass, to trade with those large tribes.

They would not use much Salt along the way; with so many livestock and people, a one-way trip would use at most two bags of Salt, and the rest could be used up right now; this was also the role that Salt should play.

According to the quality and quantity of the firewood, the Soldier grabbed Salt from the bag at will and gave it to the savages who brought the firewood; as for whether it was fair or the price was reasonable, he did not care, and those savages who brought the firewood did not dare to have any opinions; if it was less, they didn't suffer a loss, and if it was more, then they made a big profit.

Not until the pile of firewood was enough for them to use did the Soldier shout to the crowd: "The firewood is enough, we don't need firewood anymore, don't bring it over, there will be no Salt if you bring it."

Afterwards, he ignored the mood of those savages, left directly, returned to the Battalion, and accompanied his companions to chop the larger firewood with axes and organize the small pieces of good firewood.