Yuan Zhan got up and walked to the tent, blocking the sight of the young soldiers.
The young soldier frowned, and asked with winking eyes: "Where did you get that kid? He looks very exciting, but he is a little too thin, and he doesn't have much flesh on his body. Can you change 20 red dates, or 30? So sweet!"
Yuan Zhan bumped into him, snorted coldly, "Pick it up yourself."
"I can't pick it up. Really don't want to change it?"
Yuan Zhan kicked him, grabbed the young soldier's shoulder, dragged him into his arms, and asked in a low voice, "Why did the chief call me?"
"Want to know?" The young soldier deliberately dragged out his voice.
Yuan Zhan shut up, turned the young man's body in the opposite direction with his hands, raised his foot and kicked his ass, "You can report back."
The young soldier was kicked forward, staggered two steps and stood firm, turned his head with a resentful face, and whispered: "Hey, hey! I didn't say I didn't want to say it."
Yuan Zhan thought for a while, "I can let you touch it."
The young soldier's eyes lit up, but then he muttered in a low voice: "What's the use of touching it. Well, well, I don't know the details, but before I came, I heard that Mr. Qiushi seemed to be talking to the chief Speaking of weeds that stop bleeding."
"that is all?"
"That's all. You have to touch it twice!"
"...Okay." Just touch your feet.
After getting the promise, the young soldier happily left, and Yuan Zhan walked back to the tent.
Yan Mo looked at the torch thinking, saw Yuan Zhan coming in, and looked up at him.
Yuan Zhan walked up to Yan Mo and squatted down. He didn't think it was dirty or smelly. He first touched his two bare feet, and when he had enough, he grabbed the boy's right leg and frowned.
Yan Mo didn't understand the young man's mind, he just thought he was regretting, "It's fine if you didn't take it off just now, and you have to wrap it up again."
Yuan Zhan shook his head, "It's useless."
What is useless
"The fat dog has seen your injuries. I'm not sure if he will report your matter to the priest Qiu Shi, but if Master Qiu Shi wants to investigate you, he will definitely start from your origin."
"Why did he check me?"
"Because of the big thistle leaf. The behavior of Kuading and others cannot be hidden from the rest of the clan. I heard from Kuading that you allowed her to tell others about the fact that the big thistle leaf can stop bleeding and heal wounds?"
"yes."
"Then the story of the big thistle leaf must have spread among the clan, and it is very likely that someone has used it and found that it is really effective, otherwise Master Qiushi would not have nothing to do to see you, a slave."
The efficacy of the big thistle leaf has gradually spread among the original tribes, and Yan Mo has already known it in disguise through the transformation guide.
Because Yan Mo found out the night before that the guide will conduct statistics every night, crediting some people for using the big thistle leaf and achieving results, and this certain person can only be a student he personally taught, Such as grass town and brown soil. If it was a student taught by Kusamachi and Brown Earth, he would not be credited with successfully using the thistle.
Not only the big thistle, but also the method of making needles and threads, the method of disinfecting with salt water, the method of weaving straw mats, the method of compressing hemostasis, and simple bandages.
In other words, the "pyramid marketing method of reducing scum value" is only effective for the first generation of students he personally taught. Yan Mo thought to himself that this was probably a way for the guide to reform him, encouraging him to personally go into battle and teach others a lot
Yan Mo withdrew his thoughts and sat up, "So it's likely that Lord Qiushi will check on my injuries?"
"You are the first person in our family to use big thistle leaves. In order to ensure that you will not harm others and to see the effect, Lord Qiushi will definitely examine your wounds. What's more..." Yuan Zhan paused, "I don't like him looking at your master."
"So... I want to stop the priest who doesn't like you from being suspicious of me, so I have to break and chop off my long legs?" Yan Mo's expression cracked for the second time when he came here.
Yuan Zhan pretended to be sad and nodded, "As a warrior with more potential in the clan, Dahe can remove the superficial herbal medicine to prevent the recovery of his injuries as an excuse to prevent Mr. Qiushi from carefully examining his wounds, but you are just a slave, or me. slave."
So am I being dragged by your kid? Yan Mo managed to hold back the words "You're really useless", because he also knew that this matter had nothing to do with Yuan Zhan, and if he was like other slaves, the priest wouldn't be able to notice him.
"Dear master, is there still time for me to run away? If you let me go, I swear that I will repay you in the future." He was glad that God finally gave him some preferential treatment, but now he only wished that God would give him a vivisection.
Yuan Zhan couldn't understand the meaning of "dear", but he also understood that the boy was expressing his indignation and dissatisfaction in his unique way.
The young man poked the young man's face and said with a sneer, "How far can you run? Not to mention whether you can survive outside alone in winter, as long as the wild beasts waiting outside for the winter will not let you go. Cut it, anyway You heal better than others."
Mother Hippie! Anyway, it wasn't your flesh and bones that were cut, and it wasn't you who hurt, right
"There is a big difference between fresh wounds and old wounds, can the priest not see it?"
"At night, there are only torches for light. Mr. Qiushi is getting old. If you smear some mud on the wound and do some tricks, there is a good chance that you can get past it."
"Slashes are not the same as animal bites." There is a big difference between the two.
Yuan Zhan brightened his snow-white teeth, expressing that he would not mind biting a couple of bites for him.
Yan Mo looked at the young man's well-developed canine teeth, and suddenly felt a great pain in his right leg.
"Hurry up! Don't let the chief and the priest wait too long."
Yan Mo stared at the young man so depressed that he wanted to kill, but he didn't want to be targeted by the priests of this tribe because of his good healing ability. Damn, what's wrong with this? Why did you let him run into each other
Taking a deep breath, Yan Mo finally stretched out his hand: "Please pass me the stone knife."
With a little precautionary mentality, he made sure again: "If Lord Qiushi finds out that my healing ability is better, he will..."
Yuan Zhan pulled out the stone knife and licked the edge of the knife, handed it to him, and opened his mouth to dispel his luck: "Master Qiushi has always been coveted for the bone meal held by the priests of the Hongtu tribe, but the price the Hongtu tribe wants is too high. Master Qiushi has been lamenting why the envoy did not come near the original tribe."
Yan Mo didn't say anything else after listening, took the stone knife and slashed at his thigh.
Blood flowed out, Yan Mo handed the stone knife back to Yuan Zhan with a pale face, "You are stronger than me, please cut off my bones, please do it cleanly." After finishing speaking, he grabbed the rotten animal skin beside him Put it in your mouth and bite.
... he is so stupid! Fearing that Maotou's master accidentally chopped off his aorta, he can draw a line on his leg without cutting himself first! Maybe that guide made him goofy
Seeing that the young man did not hesitate to attack him, Yuan Zhan felt some appreciation and respect for the young man for the first time in his eyes.
If this child hadn't been bitten by wild beasts or abandoned by other people, he would have become a very good fighter, right
But since he can heal his own injuries, why would his clansman abandon him? Or did he and his people accidentally get separated
The young man touched the boy's face, and waved down the hand holding the stone knife!
"Woo!"
The moon has risen to the treetops, and the square is still very lively, and the aroma of barbecue can be smelled from far away.
In tents, on the side of the road, and in the square, there are people tangled up everywhere. Men's roars, women's cries, all kinds of voices are intertwined. Tonight is also a day for the continuation of this race.
Unlike the turmoil inside the tribe, at the entrance of the tribe that Yan Mo had never seen before, the soldiers in charge of tonight's rotation seemed not to be affected by the fiery atmosphere at all. Everyone had a straight face and held a wooden spear Watching the front of the tribe and the sky warily.
Yuan Zhan carried Yan Mo to the chief's tent.
The curtain of the big tent was open, and the two guards stood outside the tent, not looking sideways at Yuan Zhan.
Why can such a primitive tribe develop such a disciplined army? Why is the patriarch of the Red Earth Tribe called the Patriarch, while the boss of the Yuanji Tribe is called the Chief? Are they screaming, or is there a meaning to it
Yan Mo couldn't figure it out, so he could only let go of thinking about it temporarily.
After Yuan Zhan entered, he threw Yan Mo to the ground.
Yan Mo rolled around on the ground, involving the newly severed leg injury, the pain caused him to lie on the ground gasping and scolding his mother.
This dog X's tribe! Careful priest! When he leaves this tribe, he must recover all the grievances and pains he suffered in this tribe.
The big tent was quite wide, and besides the chief and the old priest who were talking, there were several warriors standing inside. Among them was Yuan Ji, the first person in the tribe whose force value was only lower than that of the chief, and four other warriors, Yuan Shan, Yuan Diao, Jujube Man, and a mature warrior that Yan Mo had never seen before.
After Yuan Zhan came in, he raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist. While lowering his head, he punched his left chest at the chief and the priest. After saluting, he stood up straight, looked straight ahead, and did not speak.
Yan Mo found that the soldiers in this big tent had the same posture as Yuan Zhan, and even their expressions were similar. When Yuan Zhan brought him in, no one even gave him a second look. The chief and the old priest sat cross-legged on a stone platform about one meter high and talked. The stone platform was made of flat stones and covered with thick animal skins.
"Zhan." The chief looked at Yuan Zhan.
Yuan Zhan took a step forward.
"Is that your slave?"
"yes."
"Where are you from?"
"Fleeing members of the Yanshan tribe."
"Why hasn't the slave mark been stabbed yet?"
"Hunting. Stabbing tomorrow."
Yuan Zhan's words were simple, but the chief understood, and he looked at the old priest Qiushi beside him.
Qiu Shi nodded and asked, "Do you know Da Ji?"
"Know."
"Is this slave a disciple of the Yanshan priest?"
"no."
Qiu Shi didn't ask any more questions, he also met the priest of the Yanshan Tribe and his disciple, and judging from the slave's appearance, he was indeed not the same person as the disciple.
"I have something to ask your slave."
"Yes." Yuan Zhan bent down and picked up Yan Mo who was lying on the ground, and dragged him to the stone platform.
Qiushi glanced at the boy's injured leg and asked, "How do you know that weed is called a big thistle, and it can stop bleeding and heal wounds? It can also be eaten as food?"
Yan Mo didn't dare to raise his head, and replied tremblingly, "My lord priest, this weed was taught to me by my father."
"Where's your father?"
"I, my clan and I fled, and I don't know where they went." The boy shrank violently.
"Are you injured?" Qiu Shi asked knowingly.
"yes."
"Used thistle too?"
"yes."
Qiu Shi waved his hand and ordered Yuan Zhan: "Take it apart and let me have a look."
Yuan Zhan squatted down immediately, stretched out his hand and wiped off the hay wrapped around the boy's right thigh and the big thistle leaves on the wound.
Blood immediately flowed from the boy's legs, and the boy trembled from the pain, but he dared not resist.
Qiushi came down from the stone platform, walked to the boy and looked down, a strange smell rushed into his nostrils.
There were only four torches lit in the tent, which was not bright enough, but it was enough for him to check the wound, and he only needed to take a rough look.
The old priest covered his nose slightly, and saw that the wound on the boy's leg was uneven and bitten, and the broken bones inside were barely healed together, but the section of the fracture was still very clear, obviously not yet healing. These states are consistent with what the fat dog said.
The wound was a bit dirty, but it was basically fresh, with no obvious signs of decay. Moreover, when the herbal medicine was applied to the wound just now, there was no bleeding, and the blood did not flow out again until the herbal medicine was wiped off, which showed that the big thistle leaf did have some effect.
Qiu Shi suddenly stretched out his fingers and stirred the wound.
The boy screamed in pain.
The original war did not respond.
Qiushi straightened his body and said to Yuan Zhan: "Cut off his legs, the injury will not grow well, winter is coming, don't raise a waste."
Cut your mother! Yan Mo gritted his teeth in hatred. He was very careful when he scratched himself, and as a result, the old bastard not only stretched out his fingers to stir it, but also had long and dirty nails. If he was just an ordinary slave, if his leg could grow well, it would also give him an infection.
"Wait for winter." Yuan Zhan said it simply, but everyone in the big tent understood what he meant. He meant that if the boy's leg injury did not improve after winter, he would do it.
Qiushi kicked the boy's injured leg, looked down at the boy's face, and asked suddenly, "Why don't you fix the broken bone with a board?"
Yuan Zhan didn't understand the meaning, Yan Mo's heart went cold, it's terrible!