Chapter 39: An edible rock – Salt

Chapter 39: An edible rock – Salt

Don't worry that Han Cheng will get lost. When he came, he had already considered this issue. At intervals, there are tree branches broken by him as marks.

He walks back with this nearly ten-kilogram rock salt along the markings and surprisingly doesn't feel tired.

Is this the legendary ability to carry two hundred kilograms of grain without difficulty? If it were two hundred kilograms of money, not only could he carry it, but he could also run with it.

Han Cheng currently has no time for Rapeseed flowers. If these guys like to eat them, let them eat. They've been growing well all these years, and he doesn't believe they can be eaten up quickly.

Han Cheng's craving for salt has long surpassed that for vegetables.

Before reaching the tribe, Han Cheng was joyfully stopped by Blackwa, who then turned around and shouted, "The Divine Child is back!"

In no time, seven or eight people surrounded Han Cheng.

Blackwa took the stone from Han Cheng's hand, his eyes slightly red, saying, " Divine Child, where did you go? The shaman is going crazy."New novel chapters are published on

Other children and two adult female primitive people who came after hearing the news looked at Han Cheng with joy and concern.

Han Cheng felt warm, smiling, "I'm fine. I just went to find something good."

"This, this?"

Blackwa raised the stone in his hand, looking puzzled.

He was almost an adult, with quite some strength, and this ten-kilogram stone didn't seem heavy in his hands.

"Yes, this."

Han Cheng smiled and then nodded mysteriously.

This immediately aroused the people's curiosity.

This time, Shaman didn't stay in the cave but appeared in a nearby place. Seeing Han Cheng, the worries on his weathered face completely disappeared, turning into a bright smile.

He walked to Han Cheng's side, squatting down, examining him up and down. Seeing Han Cheng intact, he reached out, touched Han Cheng's head, tidied his hair for a while, and then led a group of people toward the cave.

He poured the filtered and detoxified saltwater into a pottery pot for boiling soup and heating water, placing it over the fire.

Unlike before, he didn't cover the pot.

A wisp of white vapor rose, and with the steam, the water evaporated. Not long after, all the water inside the pottery pot had completely disappeared, leaving a layer of white crystals below.

Han Cheng took the pot off the fire. He couldn't wait to pick up a piece of the crystallized salt and put it in his mouth. The familiar and rich salty taste spread throughout his mouth.

He didn't spit it out, but after fully experiencing the long-lost salty taste, he swallowed it down, licking his lips, showing a satisfied expression.

People on the side stared wide-eyed. Can this rock be eaten?

However, after the experience with plain boiled water last time, they had some psychological preparation for this strange white rock, lowering their expectations.

Shaman, watching the entire process, approached, imitating Han Cheng. He picked up a piece from the bottom of the pot and prepared to taste the white rock that could be eaten.

Seeing this, Han Cheng quickly stopped him because Shaman picked a piece that was too big, almost the size of a thumbnail.

If he ate that piece in one go, the taste

Shaman thought that Divine Child was being a bit stingy. Even when he picked such a small piece, he still didn't want to let him eat it, insisting on giving him an even smaller piece. How could he taste anything with such a tiny amount?

With this thought, he still put the almost unholdable small piece of white rock into his mouth.

In the expectant eyes of Han Cheng, Shaman widened his eyes instantly, his facial expression somewhat distorted. He endured the taste in his mouth for a while before finally swallowing it, shaking his head and saying, "Not tasty."

Blackwa and the others watching showed expressions of "as expected." The Divine Childs taste is different from theirs.

Although they thought so, they couldn't resist their curiosity and wanted to taste how bad the white rock was, so much so that it made Shaman's face twitch.

Learning from Shaman's experience, they picked even smaller pieces, but the rich, salty taste they had never encountered made them stick out their tongues in disdain.

Han Cheng scooped up a bowl of cold, plain boiled water and handed it to the shaman, telling him to rinse his mouth. He smiled at the small amount of salt at the bottom of the pot.

He told Shaman with a smile that salt is not eaten like this. He will be able to appreciate its deliciousness in the evening.