Yan Mo suddenly fell down and convulsed, Yuan Diao and others were shocked.
Kusamachi wasn't the quickest to react, but she understood Yan Mo's leg injury, and immediately yelled: "Press his injured leg! Don't let the bone shift!"
Yuan Shan immediately misplaced, ran to Yan Mo's side and quickly hugged the young man into his arms and held him down. Yuan Diao was a little late, but he also came over and held down Yan Mo's injured leg.
"What's going on with him?" Yuan Diao asked Kuomachi.
Kusamachi shook his head, his face full of worry for the boy.
Yuan Shan had a guess, but he didn't say it out loud.
Brown soil and his own man looked at each other, and Yuan He also had a guess, for which he felt extremely guilty.
The original sculpture thought more, what is "Wobfu"? The name of the god that the young man priests
Ten minutes, short or not, long or not.
When the juvenile stopped convulsing, he was already drenched, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
Yuan Shan gestured to brown soil, "Water."
Brown soil immediately sent the remaining cold boiled water to the boy's mouth.
Yan Mo raised his hands, embraced the water ladle, and drank vigorously. After drinking two or three sips, his speed subconsciously slowed down. When the water in the water ladle bottomed out, his mind gradually became clear.
"Xiao Mo?" Brown Earth called out to him.
Yan Mo turned his eyes slowly, struggled slightly, and sat up from Yuan Shan's arms. He's so hot! Moreover, Yuanshan probably didn't take a bath very much. When he got close to smell it, there was a strong body odor of all kinds of smells. After being evaporated by the heat, the body odor was really enough!
"Xiao Mo, what happened just now? Are you sick?" Brown Earth asked again.
Yan Mo's heart moved, he shook his head, then suddenly stopped, pursed his lips, his eyes flicked past Yuan He, and immediately escaped, as if he was afraid of being discovered, "No, it's nothing."
But how could Brown Earth and the others fail to see such a "childish" move
The bone spur needle on Yuan He's body hadn't fallen off yet, and he couldn't move his body, but he could speak with his mouth, and immediately asked weakly: "My good boy, don't hide it, I know it's because of me, right?"
The boy with a simple and honest face raised his hand and scratched his head—his scalp was so itchy, he must shave off all his hair! She smirked, "Master Dahe, it's okay, you are a good person, I can't let you die."
Yuan He was so moved that he felt guilty and grateful for the boy in his heart.
"Is this the price you paid for saving other people's lives? Is this the punishment of God Wobufu?" Yuan Diao suddenly asked.
The corner of the young man's mouth twitched, he pretended to hesitate for a long time, then nodded slowly, and by the way deducted 20 negative impression points from the original sculpture.
"That's right, I have such a mortal injury that even the priests of my family can't do anything about it. If you can save me, how can you not pay the price." Yuan He looked at his wife with trembling lips.
Brown soil nodded heavily, Yuan He turned to face the young man, and said: "Xiao Mo, if you want, when Yuan Zhan comes back, I will tell him, come to my house, just as you haven't been marked as a slave yet, In the future, as long as my family has a bite to eat, I will never let you go hungry. Your identity... I will find a way!"
Yan Mo was moved. When he arrived at Yuan He's house, he would have more freedom. Without the status of a slave, he could do more things and leave at any time. but…
When Yuan Diao saw the boy's expression, he knew that he was moved. He suddenly felt angry, and immediately shouted at Yuan He: "Xiao Mo belongs to Yuan Zhan! He brought it back! He is his future help! Yuan Zhan How nice to Xiao Mo, you ask him, Yuan Zhan is not at home, but let my family Cao Ding take care of him, and let me try to give him as much meat as possible, and say that he will pay back when he comes back, this kid was rescued by Yuan Zhan! You What does it mean to rob people halfway?"
Yan Mo lowered his head and reset his impression of the original sculpture to zero. It's not easy for him to reject Yuan He and his wife, but Yuan Diao's opening is different.
Yuan He was speechless, he just wanted to repay the boy, but he ignored another very important thing. The boy is so capable, he let the boy go to his house, in the eyes of others, he really got much more than what he gave, if he was the original owner of the boy, he would definitely not want to.
If Yuan Zhan treats the boy badly, he can still say it is repayment if he trades the boy for food. If Yuan Zhan himself was very kind to the boy, and he said this again, it would really be an advantage.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to fight against Da Da, I just..."
Yuan Diao stopped Yuan He's words, "When Yuan Zhan comes back, and when you recover, you can give him more winter meat, which is the best repayment for Xiao Mo."
Yuan He repeatedly said: "Of course, when I recover, I will definitely share half of my prey with Da Zhan. From now on, I will take care of Xiao Mo's winter food!"
Brown soil clenched her hand a little bit, but she didn't stop Yuan He from making a promise. If Yuan He died, she and her children still don't know if they can survive this winter, and now they just share some food and support one more person, which is better than losing their own man.
"No need." Yan Mo, who had re-tied the slightly loose wooden planks, suddenly shook his head, "Master Dahe, take good care of your wounds, you still have Sister Brown Tu and two dolls to take care of, so don't give me the food, I... the master will Feed me."
In this era of relying entirely on force, a disabled person still wants to support four people
How much food can you give me? How long can you divide me? When you can't even support your own family, and your family complains to you every day, all my kindness towards you will turn into hatred. At that time, you will no longer be grateful to me, and you will only see me as a burden, and you will only be in love with me I hope that I die early.
Although it will be freer when I come to your house, I don't want to support your family in turn.
The young man took care of his injured leg, wiped off his sweat, and raised his head with a smile, "Master Dahe, if you feel uncomfortable, if my master hits me because I didn't do something well in the future, you have to hold him back." Poison him, or be caught by him if he fails to escape.
Yuan He wanted to say something, but his arm was grabbed by the brown soil.
Brown soil rushed ahead of his own man, and quickly said: "Xiao Mo, don't worry, you will be my and Dahe's younger brother from now on, and we will tell Da Zha to treat you well."
"Thank you, Sister Brown. Sister Caoding, is the water ready? Are the tools ready?" Yan Mo didn't want to waste his time on this matter, so he might as well keep his kindness, and it will be useful to the couple in the future.
This time, Yan Mo didn't dare to stay in Yuanhe anymore.
But he didn't want to just take advantage of Yuanhe for nothing, so he found an excuse that was beneficial to him, "Master Dahe, your injuries are too serious. Although I rescued you, you are still very weak, but you are still very weak." You can’t wait until later, because it’s too hot, your arms can’t wait any longer, and you can’t eat anything for the next two days, and your physical strength will be worse. This is why I choose today to treat your injuries together. "
Yuan He and Huang Tu listened earnestly and gratefully, not daring to interrupt him.
"But after all, you have already endured an operation, and I am afraid that you will not be able to endure the pain of scraping the bones and removing the flesh."
"It's okay, come on, I can stand it!" Didn't all the soldiers in the past endure it like this? If others can bear it, so can Dahe.
"It will be very painful, and you will not be able to bear it." The young man was very worried, "I, I have a way to make you feel less pain. I didn't do that just now because the backlash would make me unbearable. I was injured again, and once I fall down, I’m afraid I won’t be able to deal with your arm for a few days, so you will be delayed.”
"You will be backlashed?!" Yuan He hurriedly said: "Then don't give me pain relief, I can bear it, really!"
You can bear it, I can't bear it! Do you think I want to give you pain relief? idiot! The young man smiled innocently, "But, but I can't bear to just look at it like that, it's really painful, it's okay, I can rest for a few days after this operation is done, if I suddenly pass out, don't worry too much Surprised, haha."
After hesitating for a moment, the boy said again: "It's just... Master Dahe, can you give me an extra piece of meat afterwards?"
"Of course, don't say a piece..."
"That's good!" the boy happily interrupted him, "One piece is enough, it's bigger than my two fists!"
Everyone present, including Yuan Diao, was thinking: What a good year this is! It can make people feel no pain, what a great witchcraft. In exchange, I don’t know how much punishment the boy will be punished by the god he priests. The most important thing is that the boy deliberately wanted He was satisfied with a piece of meat that was only as big as two fists.
The simple and honest Yuan Shan was a little depressed, why didn't he meet Xiao Mo? It would be great if he rescued Xiao Mo.
Yuan Diao felt much more at ease, the young man was very capable but kind-hearted, his brother definitely made money raising such a little guy.
Not to mention the others, even Brown Tu secretly thought in his heart: such a good boy, why isn't he a priest of the Yuanji Tribe? If he was the priest of the tribe, maybe her husband would not have to cut off an arm at all, and more warriors in the tribe would survive in the future.
Ignoring all kinds of thoughts in everyone's minds, Yan Mo pulled out the bone needle, pricked the acupuncture point again, cut off the sensation in Yuan He's right arm and temporarily stopped the flow of the main blood vessel.
Yuan He found that he really didn't feel the pain from the broken arm, and was very surprised at the moment. Looking at the young man's expression, he looked at the old priest of the clan with the same reverence, and even more love and closeness to the old priest. .
The other four people present clearly saw Yan Mo use a scalpel to cut off the rotten flesh of Yuan He's broken arm, but Yuan He acted as if he didn't feel anything, and could still laugh at everyone.
Brown Earth shed tears on the spot. As a wife, how could she bear to see her husband in so much pain? Although the price was to make the young man suffer, but... she swore that she would treat the young man as a real relative in the future!
Yuan He's severed arm was rotten by about five millimeters. Seeing that the young man had trouble scraping it with a stone knife, Yuan Diao asked him if it would be okay if he cut off that part directly.
The young man nodded and gestured with a needle, "But only a little bit, I'm afraid it won't be very accurate to chop with a stone knife..."
Before Yan Mo finished speaking, Yuan He said that he was ready. His younger brother Yuan Shan also brought a stone with a slightly flat surface and put it under his broken arm. The part of the broken arm that needed to be cut off was exposed to the stone. outside.
Yuan Diao asked Yan Mo to give him the stone knife, held down Yuan He's arm with one hand, raised the other arm high, took a good look at it, and slashed hard.
The bone that was drawn by Yan Mo, exactly five millimeters, was cut off just like that, and the fracture was extremely smooth.
Yan Mo took back the words that were on his lips to stop, and he once again re-recognized the strength of the people here, not chopping, but cutting, or using stone knives, this vision, and strength, are by no means comparable to modern people.
That's it for the second-level fighters, what about the third-level fighters, and the fourth-level fighters who are higher than the third level
The severed arm still needs to be closed. Although human skin has a certain degree of elasticity, the sutures are too weak, so Yan Mo had to use three strands of thread—braiding three hairs together to increase the toughness.
After the wound was barely sutured, Yan Mo asked Tanto to smear her man with big thistle leaf juice, then wrapped it with a large non-toxic leaf, fixed the leaf on his arm with a thin grass rope, and told her to change it every day Large thistle sap and leaves for wrapping. If the size of the leaves is not enough, they can be arranged in an overlapping manner. As for the abdominal wound, it can be wrapped in the same way if possible.
After finishing what should be said, Yan Mo was about to pass out, but before he passed out, he suddenly thought of something, "That peeper, what are you going to do?"
Yuan Shan who caught the man replied flatly: "Of course I killed him."
"Ah!" The young man showed panic and couldn't bear it, "Can we not kill him? Teach him a lesson and let him stop talking nonsense."
Kusamachi came over, pressed the boy's shoulders, and said softly: "That guy is not a good person. If we let him go, he will definitely tell the priest about your treatment of Mr. Dahe."
Yuan Diao patted the young man's head, "Don't worry about this matter." They still had to figure out how to cover up the fact that Da He died and came back to life again, maybe the big thistle leaf was a good excuse.
This is not only to protect the boy, but also to protect Dahe. If the old priest of the clan knew that Dahe was saved by a priest of another clan, in the eyes of the old priest, it would be sure and betrayal. When the boy was unlucky, Dahe might die again.
"But..." The young man seemed to want to plead.
Yuan Shanyi grinned, "Okay, don't worry, we won't kill him."
The young man could finally pass out with peace of mind—the slave was sure to die, and then he smirked, and suddenly closed his eyes, and fell down with an expression of pain.
In order to be perfect, and to avoid hearing some words that should not be heard in the "coma", the guide judged that he was still desperate, so he secretly pricked himself with a bone needle.
This time he really passed out, and no matter what other people did after that, he couldn't hear it and couldn't stop it.
Mr. Guide, Mr. Guide, this time I didn’t refuse to save him. I tried my best to save him, but if someone killed him without my knowledge, then I couldn’t do anything about it.
Yuan Shan picked up the young man straight away.
Seeing that the young man was knocked back and passed out as he said, Yuan Diao frowned and said: "The slave must not be let go, his master Yuan Bing and Yuan Zhan will not deal with him, you are not ignorant."
Yuan Shan chuckled, "Of course we can't let it go. Xiao Momo is kind-hearted and can't bear to see people die. Let's deal with this matter and don't let him know. When he finds out later, everyone will die too."
"That's about the same." Yuan Diao nodded in satisfaction, "I'll kill people, and the meat will be divided equally. This meat will not be given to Xiao Momo, he won't even kill people, and he definitely doesn't want to eat human flesh."
Yuan He and his wife, who originally planned to leave all the slave's meat to Yan Mo, immediately felt that it was very reasonable. From then on, everyone present also believed that Yan Mo did not eat human flesh.