Yan Mo came back once after Hide led eighteen orphans under the age of six and thirty-seven old or disabled soldiers back to Jiuyuan.
In this way, there are two unfamiliar terms Fuyoutang and Jinglaotang in the tribe, and the vacant wing of the meeting hall is also useful, and there are people who take care of both places.
Not all of the thirty-seven veterans came here alone, and some of them brought their own women, a total of nine of them. These nine women were also old, unable to bear children, and did not work hard. Otherwise, the old priest might not be willing to let him go.
Dozens of braziers were lit in the meeting hall, and the walls were filled with torches section by section. The doors and windows were blocked by thick animal skin curtains, preventing any wind from entering. No matter how big the hall is, it will be warmed up even after half a day without worrying about spending coal.
There was still freshly grilled meat on the brazier, and the helpers turned the grill back and forth to prevent the meat from being burnt.
The old soldiers and children, who were frozen all the way, just entered the hall, and immediately felt that they had stepped into early summer from winter. The strong smell of meat also pierced into the nostrils, making their stomachs, which had long run out of oil and water, gurgle. Some children couldn't help it, and their saliva dripped down.
"What are you doing standing at the door? Come in!" Kusamachi warmly greeted everyone.
The children headed by Wu Chen wrapped those children in furs, walked into the hall first, and each found a place to sit down.
There were no tables and chairs in the hall, only fur and straw mats were laid around the brazier, and there was a small table in front of the mats, on which were placed water jugs, stone bowls, stone knives, etc.
The gate was closed, and the veterans found their own places to sit down. Few people spoke, and everyone stared at the barbecue on the brazier, but no one made a move. Even the little ones, some of whom were so hungry that their cries were almost inaudible.
People from the medical team such as Cao Ding and Wu Qing focused on taking care of these children, and some disabled soldiers who had not recovered from their injuries were also assigned to one place.
While scrubbing the wound and changing the dressing, Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan walked into the hall from behind.
Seeing them appear, the people in the hall immediately stood up from their mats and shouted, "Master Chief, Lord Mo!"
Except for those who really couldn't get up, some veteran soldiers struggled to stand up with the help of people around them even if their legs and feet were inconvenient. They didn't know what their fate would be. They were sent to Jiuyuan by the chief. Some people were dissatisfied, but most of them were secretly happy.
There are no slaves in Jiuyuan, and even if they wanted slaves, they would not want disabled people like them. It is impossible for Jiuyuan, who has enough food and prohibits cannibalism, to kill them and eat them.
It is possible to use them as bait to catch the beast, but even that is better than staying in the wild and waiting to die. At least they can eat well before they die, and die like soldiers.
Yan Mo nodded to them, Yuan Zhan waved, "Sit down."
Everyone was seated except those who helped and cared for the children.
Yuan Zhan didn't say anything nice, and said directly: "You are here, and you will be Jiuyuan people from now on. If you have me to eat, you won't starve to death. Eat first, if you have anything to say, wait until you are full."
Those present were still a little bit hesitant to let go.
Yuan Zhan didn't care about them, grabbed the barbecue on the brazier in front of him, tore up a piece of barbecue, and started to chew, "What are you looking at? Eat! By the way, Mo said that you have been hungry for a long time, you can't eat meat first, you have to drink a bowl first." Gnocchi soup."
The person in charge of cooking the noodle soup greeted the active veterans and asked them to come and help serve the bowls, and each person passed a bowl of noodle soup to everyone.
The warm soup bowl is steaming. These hungry people can't resist the magic of the noodle soup. The old soldiers look at me and I look at you. They are not civilized people. They didn't do it just because they were afraid. Doing something wrong, seeing the leader start to eat, and so many people urging them to eat, they also let go, picked up the bowl and poured it into their mouths impatiently, even ignoring the burning of their mouths.
Wu Chen and other teenagers were in charge of blowing the noodle soup to cool down a little, and then used wooden spoons to feed those children, and the younger ones would only be fed the soup.
Yan Mo didn't sit down, Kusamachi was looking at him begging for help.
Yan Mo walked towards them, "What's wrong?"
"My lord, look at these children." Kusamachi was anxious and sad at the same time.
Yan Mo knelt on the mat with one knee and looked at the children who were placed on the mat.
Six sick children.
One seemed to have been bitten by some kind of poisonous insect, with red, swollen bumps all over his body, and the child trembled in pain when he touched it.
One injured his arm, and no one gave him treatment. His arm was crooked, and he still had a fever.
The other four were so hungry that they couldn't tell how big they were, and one of them was a baby in swaddling clothes. These four children, especially the baby, seemed to be dying soon, and they were dirty and had a strange smell.
Yan Mo has always been cruel to adults, but he is most soft-hearted towards children. He checked and observed the pulse one by one, and soon he had a good idea of the illnesses of the six children.
The person bitten by poisonous insects looks the scariest, but in fact it is the best to be cured. Use the symptomatic herbal medicine to make a concoction, scrub him several times, and take it twice, and he will almost be cured.
"You have to learn more characters quickly, otherwise you won't be able to remember the names of the herbs and brewing methods I reported." Yan Mo handed over the child's treatment method to Wu Qing in detail, and asked him to take care of the child. the treatment.
Wu Qing was sweating profusely remembering the names of herbs, and Wu Chen and others also helped him remember them.
Yan Mo didn't make things difficult for him, and said that the medicine would be prepared later, so he could go and get it directly.
It's not a problem if you hurt your arm. After the fever subsides, you can break off the long bone from the crooked part and let it grow back again. The treatment method is simple to say, but the child will suffer greatly. Yan Mo plans to do it himself. He can use golden needles to prick the child's acupuncture points to relieve pain. For now, he will first reduce the child's fever.
Many people say that traditional Chinese medicine takes effect slowly and is not as fast as western medicine, Yan Mo scoffs at this.
In the medical records recorded in Huaguo, there are many records of doctors who used a bowl of soup to solve their diseases. It’s just that the status of doctors in Hua Kingdom was not high in ancient times. Without the special requirements of the rulers, no one would make correct records of the medical knowledge and prescriptions of Hua Kingdom for thousands of years, resulting in many good prescriptions and medical prescriptions. The method was lost, and later it was influenced by the medical thinking of "not seeking merit, but seeking no fault". Many doctors are unwilling to take the risk of treating the patient first, and then recuperating the patient. Let him recover slowly. They even generally classify quick-acting decoctions and pills as medicines for tigers and wolves, preferring to discard them.
If it is a chronic disease or a non-urgent disease, it can barely be treated in this way, and the doctor can also reduce the risk of putting people to death. However, when encountering sudden illness and serious illness, such treatment methods are too conservative.
Yan Mo is naturally interested in medical skills, and he doesn't like to stick to traditional prescriptions. He likes to study, likes to toss around, and he is very courageous. As long as he can solve the disease problem, he dares to prescribe any prescription. He will become a world-renowned big country player at a young age, and he will not be exiled to this cruel world with the exile guide.
For this reason, he dared to pat his chest and say that as long as there are the medicines he needs, he can prepare antipyretics and anti-inflammatory medicines that are no less effective than Western medicines, or even better than Western medicines.
To put it bluntly, Western medicine is nothing more than a substance extract, and Chinese herbal medicine in Huaguo is similar to boiling raw materials, etc., in order to obtain the effect of the substance extract of Western medicine.
To put it more bluntly, Western medicine seeks the immediate effect, while Chinese medicine seeks the process plus the immediate effect plus future changes.
So Chinese medicine is difficult, but good Chinese medicine is even more rare.
Yan Mo was preparing a prescription according to the child's condition. Someone timidly approached and whispered: "I, can we help?"
Yan Mo turned his head, and saw several old women with hay on their upper body huddling together and peeking at him.
"We can help take care of the children." The women were at a loss. They were afraid of being treated as waste and bait, and only wanted to be more useful and not to be abandoned so quickly.
Yan Mo smiled slightly, "That's great, just because we don't have enough manpower. Kuading, you arrange for these elder sisters."
When the women heard that the priest was willing to use them, they immediately smiled happily.
"Have you eaten yet? Go and eat first, and come back when you are full."
"Hey! Good, good! Thank you, my lord! Thank you, my lord!" Of course the women were not full, and they hadn't even finished their mouthfuls of noodle soup. How dare they eat it first without doing anything in front of the priest, they are not warriors.
The old women exchanged glances. The little priest of Jiuyuan was really a nice person, just like everyone said. If they were old priests, if they dared to be so rude, they would be scolded to death by their own men if they didn't get beaten up.
Some women are still afraid to eat first, kneeling around and waiting for help.
Yan Mo knew that these women were frightened by the old priest, but... smelling the body odor that was getting heavier due to the rising temperature, he decided not to talk to these women in a friendly manner, and directly ordered with a frown: "Go and eat first, When you are full, someone will lead you to clean up, and unclean people cannot touch the sick."
"Yes, yes, my lord." The women were startled, but they felt that priests should be like this, and although he was cold-faced, everything he said was for their own good, and they only ordered the priest to take pity on them. They left, feeling more and more grateful to the little priest.
Of the remaining four children, three were starving to death, and one had a bad stomach because of something he ate, and he collapsed.
Yan Mo was busy treating the six children who were seriously ill, while Kuading and the others listened to his instructions, and because they all had some experience, they were busy and not chaotic.
The old warriors and old women who were desperately eating and drinking had been peeking at the young priest, seeing that he was busy treating those unwanted children of the tribe, let alone complaining and cursing, they also saw the priest holding those children The dirty child coaxed softly, which made them both surprised and relieved, and also had mixed emotions.
They are Yuanji people, and they should have been loyal to the Yuanji tribe all their lives, but they were sent to Jiuyuan by the chief himself. If they were slaves or food, they also accepted that they would wait until they died, and that was the last thing they would do for the tribe.
But the Sirang and Feisha warriors who brought them in all vowed to tell them that no one would kill them, and no one would use them as food. Now looking at the attitude of the leader and the words and deeds of the young priest, they were unwilling, but they still had the idea that the old priest in Yuanji was not as good as the young priest in Jiuyuan.
With such priests here, maybe they will really survive this winter
Seeing the light on his right palm, Yan Mo glanced at the prompt, nodded, and accepted the forty-six new members with a smile.
The clinic was not far away, but why did he stay in the hall to treat these children
One reason is that these children will hurt their health when they first enter a warm place, and the other reason is to buy people's hearts, but he didn't expect the effect to be so fast and so good, maybe he should thank Master Qiu Shi
Seeing that everyone had almost eaten, Yuan Zhan threw away the bones, wiped the oil on his hands, and said again: "The tribe does not support idlers. Although you are old and some of you have inconvenient hands and feet, you still have experience. Priest My lord sympathizes with you, and I don’t want you to receive the minimum distribution, and still live without enough food and warm clothes after you come here. For this reason... "
The old soldiers raised their heads together, looked at Yuan Zhan with hope in their eyes, and then at the young priest who was not far away from them and was busy treating the child.
Sensing Yuan Zhan's gaze, Yan Mo took the time to turn around and said, "I'll ask Wu Chen to give you statistics about names, ages, family members, specialties, etc. I hope you don't hide anything and say whatever you know. Come out. I will arrange for you to be teachers or coaches, responsible for teaching children and everyone in the tribe. Women are the same, even if you only know how to pick a few fruits you know, cut dead branches, know wild vegetables, and grind them Stone tools, can tan fur, can mend, whatever."
Yuan Zhan continued: "As long as people who work in the tribe, in addition to the basic distribution, there are other work points. The work points can be exchanged for food, salt, cloth fur, houses, etc. Someone will tell you the details. What do you understand? You can ask."
"Don't worry if you are injured or sick. Tell the person who asked you about your injury and illness, and we will arrange for you to be treated. If you can't be cured, the tribe will take care of it. There are those who spread it on the bed If you can’t move, but your mouth can still speak, tell the children about your hunting and war stories, this is also your work.” Yan Mo has already seen the people who were sent, most of them are disabled, But those who are really paralyzed and unable to move have either been abandoned by reality, or they have committed suicide by themselves.
Yuan Zhan said, "There are many places where people need to work in the tribe. You can't be teachers and coaches, but you can also clean, light fires, and mend, etc. In short, as long as you are diligent, don't be afraid that there will be no work for you."
Yan Mo, "Those who don't want to live in a big house can propose to rent a single-family stone house, which is the house where the dwarves and our Jiuyuan people live. If you want, you can live in it."
The eyes of the forty-six men and women were already brightened when they heard this sentence, and immediately a soldier boldly shouted: "Master Priest, is it true? We can also live in that single building!" stone house?"
"Really, you have nothing to exchange now. You can rent it first and use your work points to pay for it. But we have to say the ugly things first. If someone can't afford to rent halfway, or does something wrong, the stone house will be taken back."
"My lord, if it is really taken back, where will we live?" An old soldier asked.
"If it's because of your health that you really can't work, then the tribe will support you and let you live in a hall for the elderly, a big house, and the conditions are slightly worse. There are many people in a big house, and there is only the most basic allocation in the house. If it is because of laziness or Other reasons..." Yan Mo said mercilessly: "That person will be kicked out of the inner city, and even out of the tribe!"
"Do you all understand?" Yuan Zhan said in a deep voice.
"Yes!" Everyone replied. Not only did they understand, but all of them wanted to find someone to rent the single-family stone house later, and no one wanted to live in a big house. What Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo said made their minds come alive. No one was willing to admit that they were lazy and useless, so what if they were disabled? The priest said that as long as the mouth can move, it can also teach children!
"My lord, my lord, I, I have an idea." An abrupt voice came out.
Everyone looked at the speaker. It was a woman with fine lines at the corners of her eyes. The man next to her pulled her, as if extremely surprised that her honest woman dared to speak at this moment.
The old woman's complexion suddenly turned pale. She was too excited to hear it just now, and she suddenly became emboldened. An idea popped up in her heart, and she yelled it before she thought about it. Now it's too late to regret it.
"What do you want to say, just say it, I won't punish you." Yuan Zhan raised his hand.
The woman plucked up her courage, grabbed the only hand of the man beside her, and said, "My lord, Dabala and I have no children. We had them before, but they didn't survive. I thought... If those children are not wanted, can you give us one?" , we will treat him well and raise him up. It doesn’t matter if he is sick or disabled!”
As soon as the woman said this, many veteran soldiers and their women were tempted. That’s right, no one wanted those children. They couldn’t even support themselves in Yuanyuan and dared not take them. But when they arrived in Jiuyuan, the leader said that everyone has a minimum allocation. As long as they work and have food, they are not afraid. No matter how hard it is to raise a child, even a child is alive, even if they eat a little less, they can still raise the child.
Yuan Zhan looked at Yan Mo.
Yan Mo originally had the idea of letting the childless people in the tribe adopt these children. When Yuan Zhan looked over, he nodded to him.
Yuan Zhan immediately said: "Yes, after two days, you all settle down, and then arrange this matter."
"Thank you, sir!"
Coincidentally, on the night when Yuanji's group of people were sent, the person in charge of stationing by the river lit the green smoke.
The Moorgan tribe sent the slaves they agreed to exchange for red salt.
Yuan Zhan held Yan Mo back, "When these slaves arrive, you can go to the place of inheritance after you have seen them, lest you have to run back a few days ago."
"There are so many slaves, and the snow outside is so thick, it will take at least half a month to deliver them." Yan Mo didn't want to waste time.
Yuan Zhan clung to him, grabbed his hand and put it on his firm buttocks, his voice was full of temptation, "Don't you want to?"
"I don't want to." Saying that I don't want to, I still rubbed my hands vigorously twice. "You beast, words don't count!"
"What do I say that doesn't count? I said, I will do whatever you want me to do."
Yan Mo was furious, and slapped him down, "What if you slept with me so many times in front of you!"
"I also promised you that night that you can do whatever you want. You can't be hard on yourself, so you can't blame me." Yuan Zhan was very serious about this.
"Damn it! You bit me twice with your mouth, how can I still be hard?"
"You don't like it?"
"..." I like it, but he prefers to fuck this person too!
"Come on, let's sleep together tonight. I haven't told you yet? Pang Ze and the dwarves made a flue together, which can go through the ground and the wall. I followed what they did and remodeled the house. Try to warm it up or not."