"When we get back, let's tell the witch and the Clan Leader about curing the meat. They can arrange for the rest."
The two of them had already arrived at the place they had slept before. Wu Yue nodded and sat down in a nearby grass nest. "If possible, it would be best to teach every member of the tribe."
But Yuan Lang just smiled and shook his head. "We probably won't teach every tribe member. The method would spread too easily."
Wu Yue raised an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him. "But they don't have this much salt."
Yuan Lang paused for a moment, then laughed as well.
It was true. Right now, salt was the most precious thing in the Polar Forest, something even food couldn't be traded for.
Yuan Lang tore the cured meat in his hands into a few long, thin strips, then stuffed them into an open bamboo tube nearby.
Wu Yue frowned. "There isn't much water left. We can just eat it as is."
