Chapter 9: Pickled Mustard Greens, 50 cents a pack

  Atidu's father, the old chief of the Mosi tribe, was sleeping soundly beside him, having been tormented by illness for many days and finally getting a good rest.

  Listening to his father's occasional snores as he slept soundly over there, Atidu seemed to be listening to a beautiful piece of music.

  "Brother, my father looks much better now, thank you so much."

  Ati Duo looked at Zhao Hongyu with a sincere expression and said to him.

  "It's a small matter, we are brothers. In my tribe, friends and brothers are bound by life and death, so treating your father is nothing."

  As for the meaning of 'life and death entrustment', Attido asked again, and after getting an explanation from Zhao Hongyu, he patted his chest to guarantee that he would also do so for Zhao Hongyu in the future.

  For Atido's guarantee, Zhao Hongyu was very trusting.

  In 1620, Native Americans on the American continent had more guarantees than people in the 21st century.

  If someone from the 21st century told him this, Zhao Hongyu wouldn't believe it.

  It was an era of material desire, people's eyes only had money, and faithfulness was long thrown aside.

  "We're brothers, no need to say it."

  Zhao Hongyu smiled and gently patted Atidu's shoulder, making it seem like he didn't take this matter seriously. He helped Atidu simply because they were 'brothers', just as he had said.

  It's really pitiful, Zhao Hongyu and A Ti Da met for only three hours, and before that, they were still strangers to each other.

  If it weren't for a stray wolf, they wouldn't have met at all.

  Zhao Hongyu just gave him a box of worthless matches, while thinking about keeping the Mosi tribe's "golden thigh" safe, and only then did he treat Atidu's father.

  This has nothing to do with what Zhao Hongyu called "brother".

  But Zhao Hongyu's acting skills are still good, and with the simplicity of Indians, there is no big flaw.

  And Ati was thus deceived by Zhao Hongyu.

  Watching their own leader's performance, Wang Shan and the other two couldn't help but steal glances at each other and smile.

  I really didn't expect that the leader of our own family would actually be an acting master, and this indigenous Indian youth is really good at being deceived. Being deceived by the leader's clumsy acting skills is really laughable.

  Actually, Wang Shan and his three genetically modified people didn't know that the 21st century is an era of information explosion. The information people come into contact with is very complicated, and it's not so easy to fool them.

  Moreover, various scams have emerged one after another, and people are no longer so easily deceived.

  But what an era it is now!

  This was in 1620, in the 17th century, and these people were Indians.

  They have never been exposed to so much information. For them, from dawn till dusk, the most familiar things are hunting, sleeping and making children with women.

  At most, it's just fighting with some hostile tribes and venting the strong male hormone in their bodies.

  So we can't blame them for being so gullible.

  But anyway, it's a good thing for Zhao Hongyu and others that Indians are easy to fool.

  "Wang Shan, dig a marching stove here!"

  Zhao Hongyu called out, he was hungry now.

  When they met Atidu, it was still past 9 o'clock in the morning. Then they went back to his tribe with Atidu. Then treating his father, three hours passed instantly.

  If you haven't eaten breakfast and your stomach isn't growling, then something is wrong.

  Especially after Zhao Hongyu and others walked for so long in the icy snow, their physical strength was greatly consumed.

  It's even more necessary to eat something to supplement it.

  Zhao Hongyu arrived in this era at the end of June.

  He stayed in the Andar tribe in the north for three months and then started to move southward at the end of September to find a place to settle down.

  It's been three months since I started this journey.

  Before you know it, now is already mid-December, and January is just around the corner.

  It's deep winter now, and the weather outside is extremely cold. The northerly wind mixed with big snowflakes howls incessantly in the sky outside.

  Knee-deep snow is already a rare sight in the 21st century due to the influence of 'warm winters' and 'global warming'.

  But in 1620, it was quite common.

  Wang Shan and Zhang Tie, along with Song Hu, began to get busy.

  Ati Dole sat beside his father and helped him gently pat the fur to prevent it from leaking wind.

  Zhao Hongyu then walked to the entrance of the tent and lifted a corner of the animal hide door screen to take a look outside.

  Such scenes have not been seen for many years.

  Zhao Hongyu looked at the silver-clad and white-wrapped earth outside, and couldn't help but praise and miss it.

  Yes, it has happened before, when he was a kid. At that time, the global climate had not deteriorated so much, and in winter, it would often snow enough to cover his calves in just one night.

  The next morning, a group of children would trample the snow with "crunch! crunch!" sounds, happily going to school.

  But after entering the 1990s, such snow was never seen again.

  Even further back, there was less snow in winter.

  What's more, it didn't even snow at all throughout the entire winter that year.

  It wasn't until he went to college that he finally figured out that it was actually global climate change, and the main reason was severe pollution.

  Is this human progress or regression?

  Slowly putting down the curtain, Zhao Hongyu walked back, with a bitter smile in his heart.

  At this time, Wang Shan and the others had already dug out the marching stove and put down the poor-quality large iron pot that they had been carrying on their backs. After inquiring about Atiduo, Atiduo provided some firewood and several people lit a fire.

  Cooking rice in the account, Ati didn't have much reaction, originally they were doing it this way.

  Ati was just more interested in the marching stove because their tribe had never been like that.

  Three or four wooden forks are tied together with a strap made of cowhide, and the iron pot obtained from "White Skin" is hung on top. A fire is lit underneath.

  That's the method Attido and his men used.

  Father has fallen asleep and doesn't need Atti to continue watching over him by his side anymore.

  So Attido came over and kept asking Wang Shan some questions about the marching stove.

  People always have a curious nature towards some unknown things.

  Under Zhao Hongyu's instructions, Wang Shan patiently explained to Atiduo. Anyway, this thing doesn't count as anything, and it wouldn't be a problem even if he told Atiduo.

  Of course, due to the language barrier, all of Wang Shan's words were conveyed by Zhao Hongyu. It turns out that only Zhao Hongyu has a talent for languages, and genetic people like Wang Shan didn't have such benefits at first.

  However, in the future, if Zhao Hongyu has a lot of money, he can spend a large sum of money to cultivate a scholar of linguistics in the system, which is also possible.

  But, to be honest, it's still very difficult.

  He handed over the poor quality old rice to Zhang Tie, letting him prepare some porridge for them to eat. The three of them had been eating porridge all along. Of course, occasionally if they were lucky, they could hunt down some wild boars or hibernating groundhogs and have a feast.

  But most of the time, they were eating porridge.

  No choice, who let Zhao Hongyu only buy old rice from the time-space trading device? He actually wanted to eat a hamburger or roast duck, but that would depend on whether he could buy it from the device.

  The level of the cup has not been upgraded, and he does not have 10 million yuan in investment funds either... so... he can only eat old rice.

  Fortunately, however, there was pickled mustard greens for sale in the time-space trading device, which made Zhao Hongyu and his companions feel that things weren't so tough after all.

  Because Fuling pickled mustard is salty, it's great with porridge and appetizing. Even if you eat it with wild game, it's fine. Moreover, it also solved Zhao Hongyu's problem of not having salt on hand.

  Yes, although the time-space trading machine seems to be very powerful, but because Zhao Hongyu doesn't have any funds to invest, and his personal level evaluation is very low, he can't even buy salt.

  To know, without salt, is a very terrible thing.

  However, Fuling pickled mustard solved this problem.

  "Should we make porridge or rice?" Zhang Tie asked, looking at Zhao Hongyu after setting up the pot. Zhao Hongyu thought for a moment and said: "Let's make porridge, when Atiduo's father wakes up he can still eat it, his illness has just improved a bit, eating something light will be helpful for his recovery."

  Zhang Tied nodded and asked: "Leader, it seems there is no water here."

  Uh!

  Reminded by Zhang Tie, Zhao Hongyu suddenly remembered that they were no longer in the wilderness and could find a water source to cook and camp.

  So Zhao Hongyu turned his face and asked Atidou, who was staring at the marching stove in a daze: "Is there water? We need water."

  Upon hearing this, Atti pointed to a nearby wooden barrel: "It's in that barrel." Zhang Tie followed his words and walked over to take a look, then walked back and shook his head at Zhao Hongyu: "Leader, the water can't be used, it's all murky."

  This water is certainly not drinkable, heaven knows how many days it has been left out.

  These Indians don't even care about food safety for one day.

  Zhao Hongyu helplessly grumbled in his heart.

  Finally, Zhao Hongyu asked if there was any water source nearby, and after confirming that the Oil Strip Creek was not far away, he let Song Hu carry a wooden bucket to fetch another bucket.

  In the account dug a marching stove, smoke is definitely there.

  But anyway, there is a ventilation hole on the top of the Indian tent, so it allows the smoke to be easily discharged. Besides, they usually roast meat and things inside the tent, so they don't care about this point at all.

  Before long, Song Hu came back with water.

  With water, everything is easy. In fact, making porridge is simple. Put the washed old rice in a small iron pot, add water and cook it like this. When cooking the porridge, Zhang Tie also took out the unfinished wild boar meat jerky, cut it into small pieces and put it in.

  About half an hour later, a fragrance began to waft through the tent.

  "Wow! It smells so good!", Atti said quietly, swallowing his saliva repeatedly.

  Cut, what's this, Zhao Hongyu rolled his eyes.

  Then he took out a bag of Fuling pickled mustard tubers, which cost no more than 50 cents per bag in the 21st century's small shops, and if it were wholesale markets, it would be even cheaper, and waved it in front of Atidu...