Chapter 295: Chapter 295: Salt

"Think this is like shooting sparrows? You were lucky to succeed today, but it might not be the case next time."

Lame Man Uncle couldn’t help but lecture the two young people on the importance of cherishing their lives.

But the young man said with a smirk, "Thanks for your concern, uncle, we’ll definitely be careful."

"..." Lame Man Uncle shook his head. These kids really were like newborn calves who weren’t afraid of tigers, dismissing his advice like wind past the ears!

Enough of that!

However, he needed to keep an eye on Fool so he wouldn’t foolishly follow them, lest they escape and he suffer the consequences.

As Lame Man Uncle was thinking, he bit into the exquisitely grilled meat, but he was stunned as soon as the taste hit his mouth.

This... this familiar taste of Salt, he would never forget it in his dreams!

Lame Man Uncle incredulously bit a few more times; besides the taste of Salt, he could even taste spices from Foreign Land.

He had eaten this seasoning often three years ago, but had never tasted it again since the chaos ensued.

Lame Man Uncle trembled with excitement, and after taking two more bites, he reluctantly put down the food.

His expression went through a myriad of changes until, like making a significant decision, he looked resolutely at Li Wenli.

"Little Fox Brother, I know this is abrupt, but even if it’s abrupt, I must ask now, please forgive me."

"?" Li Wenli looked puzzled.

"Do you have any Salt? Could you... could you spare a little for us? I promise... no, we in Death Valley would definitely pull together our full gratitude to thank you."

"???" Li Wenli looked completely baffled. Hadn’t Lame Man Uncle just said that Death Valley had no leader, and now he could mobilize the entire valley?

This uncle never told a solid truth; he really was crafty.

"Ahem." Lame Man Uncle seemed to realize he had exaggerated too much this morning, and solemnly said: "You know Death Valley is plagued by poor mountains and rivers. If not for you all, we might never have the pleasure of tasting meat in our lives again, so thank you very much for your generosity.

But frankly, for everyone here, the hardships of Death Valley are overwhelming. Living without oils and meats might be doable, but without Salt, most people here are currently sick. If this continues, there’s no need for battle; we’ll all die right here."

Though we are disabled, we still cling to a glimmer of hope of returning home and are barely surviving.

So today, Lame Man brazenly begs, if you have some Salt, could you spare a little for us? It doesn’t have to be much; just a little would be enough."

Lame Man Uncle had never begged so humbly in his life, his eyes filled with sincerity.

Li Wenli didn’t speak, he sensibly glanced at Bai Junjun.

Although he had the right to use the Space, all the salt in the Space belonged to the young miss. He had already lost the young miss’s Jewels, so if he touched her Salt, she would probably kill him.

Seeing Li Wenli’s action, Lame Man Uncle realized that Bai Junjun controlled the salt, and he looked earnestly towards Bai Junjun.

Lame Man Uncle was ready to plead earnestly again, even planning to trade his last valuable possessions, but Bai Junjun handed him a large water jug without a word.

This jug was usually used for holding Water of Flora, but now Bai Junjun had filled it with Salt.

Lame Man Uncle unconsciously took the jug, only to find it surprisingly heavy. Upon opening it, it was filled to the brim with white salt.

Initially, he thought getting a little bit would be fortunate, but now there was a whole jug of it!

That jug weighed at least two kilograms!

Two kilograms of Salt!

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