"Yes, there was no word for salt before. At that time, people found that meat food made with salty water would taste even better, so they continued this habit. Brine is just sea water or well salt water, so they also used 'brown' instead of salt."

Fang Yining carefully held the vessel and thoughtfully, "In other words, is this thing used to hold sea water?"

Professor Cao didn't say anything and slowly shook his head.

He doesn't know this.

“Not sea water.”

"......ha?"

Hearing a cold female voice heard above his head, Fang Yining looked up and found Tang Shu.

"School Sister Tang, why do you say it's not sea water?"

Even Professor Cao couldn't confirm this, so how did she know about it?

Since it is confirmed that this is a utensil for storing salt, what else can it be besides sea water?

Professor Cao also became interested, so he cleaned a stone next to him and sat on it.

"I'll sit for a while. When I get old, I'm not used to using all the parts. I'll hear your opinion."

Tang Shu said, "There are three reasons."

The two were stunned at the same time, "Are so many?"

Why didn't they see any of them?

"Yeah, three."

Tang Shu closed the notebook in his hand and looked at the vessel in Fang Yining's hand.

"First, local information said that the northwest side would not have been located in the Haiti area thousands of years ago; secondly, the vessels are the most primitive fired ceramics. At that time, the ceramics had no technology at all, and they would not be stored until now when they were exposed to seawater for a long time;"

She pointed to the wall on the right, "Third, there is a record on it, Ajia...that is, the leader of the tribe, accidentally discovered that a tree could produce clouds, and accidentally fell on the scorched food to change the taste of the food, so they collected the clouds."

"Wait, clouds?"

Can that thing be taken down and it was knotted from the tree?

It's getting more and more fantasy!

Before Tang Shu could explain, Professor Cao laughed.

"The clouds should be the leader of the tribe who thinks their color is the same as the clouds in the sky, so he gave it this name. If I guess correctly, it should be salt."

The salt is white, and the clouds in the sky are also white.

Fang Yining is a little genius who read a lot of books. He suddenly realized, "I understand, that tree should be a wooden salt tree!"

The salt on the wooden salt tree is snow-white.

"Most of the wood salt trees are produced in Jilin Province in the northeast. Every spring, a layer of snow-white salt frost condenses on the trees. People can use a knife to gently scrape it off as salt. However, thousands of years ago, the northwest was likely to have the same living environment as Jilin Province."

Over thousands of years, the excessive amount from the ocean to the land cannot be completed without large-scale crustal changes, but it can change the climate and living environment.

Tang Shu nodded and looked at Fang Yining unexpectedly, but he didn't expect that his head was quite smart.

But the other person's eyes changed when he looked at her, and even Professor Cao's eyes were a little surprised and admiration.

"Xiao Shu's logic is very meticulous."

In such a short time, it is really rare to think of so many things with a few glances at the utensils.

"School Sister Tang, the hunting stele text on the wall, you...you...you know them all?!"

After studying Shenma for a long time, he only saw four or five of them? The kind that can't even connect!
Chapter completed!