"What is a dimple?" Yuan Zhan hadn't reacted yet.
"It's the smile on the face of the person you poked with your finger over and over again. Isn't that Wowo cute?"
"Heck!" Yuan Zhan felt that his heart had been smashed.
"Or do you like rabbit roar?"
"Boom!" This time it was a heavy hammer. It was obviously that rabbit who was seducing him, so why did he like that big and thick rabbit
Yan Mo patted him, "Actually, I also think Rabbit Roar is cute, especially when he laughs."
Kill and eat roast rabbit meat!
The distorted expression of the young man inexplicably pleases the uncle Yan who is over forty years old.
Yan Mo touched his face, and asked with a smile, "Would you be happy if those two dimples grew on my face?"
Yuan Zhan couldn't help fantasizing about it, his buttocks turned up and he smiled silently, the two deep dimples on his face... Damn it! I really want to poke!
Poking and licking on the top, the tip of the tongue gets in, and the bottom also pokes in, slap!
His Jiamo would poke him and yelp, twist his body around, put a sneer in his mouth, half of the sneer would frown and groan uncontrollably, and bite him hard with his mouth...
Yan Mo bowed his head, Yuan Zhan followed suit, and their eyes fell on the same position.
Yan Mo twitched his face, "Hey, there are people coming and going on the street, can you please pay attention to your morals?"
"What's morality?" Yuan Zhan, a shameless person, turned sideways and rubbed against each other intentionally or unintentionally.
Yan Mo really wanted to knock him down with one palm, but he was afraid that it would attract attention instead, and even arouse this person even more.
"Jie!" Jiu Feng, who had slipped into Yan Mo's arms to sleep, raised his head.
Yan Mo pushed it in with his fingers, its face was too attractive.
Jiufeng opened his mouth and grabbed Yan Mo's finger, pulling gently.
Yuan Zhan licked his lips, then suddenly lowered his head and bit Yan Mo's earlobe.
"Hey!"
Yuan Zhan smiled, didn't speak, just put his hand on the young man's shoulder, and smoothed his short, fluffy hair.
Yan Mo wanted to bump him away, but he didn't, so he let him go.
Ding Fei followed behind the two of them, looking at the priest and then at the leader, smiling very cheaply.
Because they had a goal, the three of Yan Mo didn't stop on the road, and went directly from the fourth row to the second row.
The fisherwomen's stall is the third in the second row.
Yan Mo originally wanted to walk and watch all the way, but after watching for a while, he began to keep his eyes straight. If it wasn't for the fact that his ears couldn't be closed, he wished he could even plug his ears.
Here, slaves are the cheapest goods, they are equal to or even inferior to those captured wild animals.
Not every tribe was cruel to the slaves they offered to sell, but even tribes that didn't intentionally torture them didn't go out of their way to treat them well.
At this time, the weather was still not warm, and it was better at noon, and it was cold in the morning and evening, but few of the slaves were covered with fur, and most of them were naked. They were shivering from the cold, and the children huddled together Keep warm together, but when someone takes a fancy to one of them, they will be forcibly pulled out to show their bodies, and if they are too dirty, they will be splashed with cold water to scrub them, regardless of how cold they are.
And this situation is even more serious at the Morgan booth. Most of their goods are slaves, some are trained, and some have just been captured. While selling trained slaves to various tribes, they trained and trained newly captured war slaves on the spot. All kinds of tragic scenes were unsightly.
One slave resisted and was disembowelled on the spot and hung from a post.
When Yan Mo walked there, the slave was convulsing and swallowing his last breath.
Yuan Zhan was so used to this, he didn't even raise his eyelids.
The smile on Ding Fei's face disappeared. He was thinking that if there was no Lord Mo, the leader and Lord Meng would treat them all as slaves when they subdued the Awu tribe, right? In the future, when the leader brings back the soldiers from Yuanji, it is even more impossible for the Awu people to have the chance to escape and stand up again.
They might also be beaten, raped, tortured and killed arbitrarily like these slaves.
What would happen to the women and children who were sent to Jiuyuan if the tribe had no regulations against turning humans and intelligent creatures into slaves? Will they still be as happy as they are now? Will the tribe still be full of laughter and laughter everywhere like it is now
When he thought of being stared at by hatred and numb eyes everywhere in the tribe, when he thought that he could hear the screams and cries of slaves wherever he went, and when he thought that the relaxed and happy atmosphere of the tribe became heavy and gloomy, Ding Fei Just feel unbearable.
Fortunately, we have Mr. Mo, fortunately!
At this time, Ding Fei made up his mind that he would firmly support all the rules formulated by the priest in the future.
Yan Mo rubbed his temples, should he be thankful that the injuries of the abused slaves he saw along the way were not fatal? But lethal is dead before he comes. In fact, he also knew that he just didn't look carefully. If he looked carefully, he would definitely find many dying people.
He has an idea, but he still needs to think about it.
Unwilling to be lonely, Jiu Feng got out of Yan Mo's arms, with trembling little wings, flew to the top of the boy's head and squatted, his seemingly shrewd eyes scanned the surroundings, he saw a lot of delicious food, but silently said that the beasts here are You can't eat it, because it will be more troublesome to be seen, so it's fine not to be seen
Find out what you want to eat now, wait until night... Jie Jie!
Yuan Zhan grabbed the boy's hand, rubbed the back of his hand lightly with his thumb, "Even if you want to buy slaves this time, you can only be tamed."
"Do you know what I want to do?" Yan Mo watched as someone in front of him began to collect bones from the first stall. The person picked them very quickly. Once they were picked, there were slaves behind who would wrap the bones with fur and wait for that. After the people negotiated the exchange price, another slave stepped forward to carry the package away.
"En." Yuan Zhan followed his gaze.
Yan Mo shook his head and smiled, "I bet you don't know what I want to do."
Yuan Zhan was aroused, but Yan Mo refused to say, "I think someone has already started to collect bones next to the booth, and you will be responsible for exchanging bones with them later, so you don't have to pick in front of that person, after he finishes picking , we wrap the rest into a circle."
Yuan Zhan nodded. The person in front who also collected bones needed to be picked, but Yan Mo didn't. What does this mean
Arriving at the fisherwomen's place, Yan Mo saw that they did not treat the bamboo poles as goods, nor did they ask each other about the bamboo as soon as they opened their mouths. Instead, they bent over to check all the things they put out like everyone else.
The fisherwomen also seem to be rich in medicinal herbs. Apart from the most common fur and bones, there are various medicinal herbs in their stalls.
They were also helping people to see a doctor and treat their injuries. After only a short while, Yan Mo saw people from two different tribes come to seek medical treatment and medicine.
The arrival of the three of Yan Mo naturally attracted the attention of the fisherwomen. Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo separated, Yan Mo looked at the herbs, and he was in charge of picking animal bones.
Although Yan Mo said that there is no need to pick and choose, Yuan Zhan still didn't want to suffer too much. He picked out some bones that looked thicker, hard or special, and exchanged them with perforated bone needles and twine.
The fisherwomen were very happy. They also had needles, but they didn't have such thin and perforated ones, let alone such strong twine. They very attentively asked Yuan Zhan if he wanted other goods. Yuan Zhan turned his head and looked at them, as if he didn't think much of other goods. Finally, they only wanted two bamboo poles that they used to build a tent.
In order to use needles and threads, the fisherwomen forced to tear down a tent. Anyway, without bamboo poles, they could still send slaves to cut trees nearby to support it.
With a wave of Yuan Zhan's hand, Ding Fei took the big bag of bones and two bamboo poles to go back to the second floor.
Yan Mo was still there watching the fisherwomen treat patients and treat injuries.
The old fisherwoman who was treating wild animal bites used a stone knife to dig out the carrion from the wound on the injured calf, picked a few herbs, pulled the leaves, stuffed them into his mouth, chewed them, spit them out, and smeared them on the wound together with the juice. on the affected calf.
The wounded patient's face was contorted in pain, but he didn't make a sound.
After finishing all this, the old man grabbed a few more herbs and put them in a large leaf, wrapped them in a thin grass rope, and handed them to the injured person, "Change the medicine every day, each time there are no more than two leaves for each herb, Chew the herbs, don't swallow the medicine juice, rinse your mouth with water afterwards, and don't get water on the wound."
"Will it get better in the future?" the wounded man asked worriedly.
"If it doesn't rot, it will grow well." The old man patted his calf to comfort him, "It's cold, so it shouldn't rot, so go."
The injured left behind a tanned fur and left.
A woman who was picking herbs walked up to the old man with some herbs and said something in a low voice, as if she was asking about the effects of those herbs, but her unnatural look was obviously more than that.
After answering the woman's question, the old man paused again, rummaged through some herbs and handed them to her, and said something in a low voice.
Yan Mo vaguely heard, like: "Go back and burn it to ashes, stuff it in."
The woman took the herbs, hid some of them in her bosom, and held some of them in her hand, dropped a rough salt stone the size of a fist, and hurried away with her head bowed.
Yan Mo got close, and he vaguely heard the woman say that her lower body was bleeding profusely, and it had been almost a year.
This kind of disease belongs to irregular menstruation, which can be easily cured or intractable. In addition to the pathological changes in the patient's body, the patient's environment and personal living habits also have an impact on it.
The practice of burning herbs into ashes and stuffing them into the lower body was also done in the ancient times in his original world. It was very rough and not routinely effective. Sometimes improper handling would cause other diseases due to unhygienic conditions.
But Yan Mo didn't open his mouth to stop or correct anything. It seemed that the woman didn't want more people to know about her coming here to see a doctor, so she specially changed some unnecessary herbal medicines.
"Son, I see you have been here for a long time, do you want anything?" The old man sorted out the herbs and asked with a smile.
"Your herbs are good." Yan Mo said very sincerely. Compared with the random herbal medicines in other stalls, the herbal medicines here are not rotten, the roots are the roots, the leaves are the leaves, and the treatment is very refreshing.
He didn't leave when Yuan Zhan changed to bamboo poles, just because of these herbs. Some herbs he knows, some he doesn't know, and several of those he knows are what he needs.
"You understand this?"
"Understand a little."
"Are you a disciple of the priest?" The old man guessed from his attire and temperament that was different from ordinary people.
Yan Mo shook his head, he was not the disciple of the priest, but the priest himself.
The old man smiled, a deep gully appeared on his face, "Child, which tribe do you come from?"
"Jiuyuan, in the upper reaches of the river."
"The upper reaches of the big river? That's a famous wild place. I didn't expect that your life looks much better than ours." The old man arranged the herbs, grabbed a few hay and rubbed them in his hands.
"Are you a priest of the fisherwoman clan?" Yan Mo picked up a star-like small fruit with seven or eight horns, green in color and thick flesh, and brought it to his nose to sniff. With the familiar pungent smell, 90% of them are star anise that can be used as both medicine and seasoning.
This is also what he has seen the freshly fruited star anise look like, and this thing has obvious characteristics, otherwise it is easy to miss it if you use the usual sun-dried star anise as an impression.
The fruits of mangcao and red fennel also resemble star anise. However, the fruit of anise has up to nine corners, and the corners are relatively thick. The corners of Mangcao fruit are sharper and upturned, with more edges and corners, up to eleven or twelve, and red fennel has fourteen corners. Both of them are poisonous, and the latter is even more poisonous. It is unimaginable to eat by mistake.
In order to avoid misidentification, Yan Mo secretly used the guide to confirm it again, and confirmed that it was star anise.
"We are not called priests, we are called witches. I am the old big witch, and the new big witch is my disciple. I am old, and I don't want to wait to die in the clan. I will come out and walk around with everyone while I can still walk. .” The old man smiled gently, and the hay in his hand was gradually twisted into a straw rope.
It was the first time for Yan Mo to come into contact with such an approachable big witch, with a three-point sincere smile on his face, "Oh? Then you can go to our Jiuyuan for a walk, we welcome any friendly guests there, and will not exclude other big witches .”
"Hehe, it's a pity that we don't have a boat. If we want to go to the upper reaches of the river, we have to climb many mountains and pass through many dense forests. When we reach your place, we don't know how many years it will take. Maybe we will all die on the way."
"Maybe we can talk to Morgan about borrowing their ship?"
A deep ravine appeared on the old man's face again, as if he was laughing "Son, what are you talking about".
"There will always be a way. Dawu, I heard that you are called the Fisherwoman Clan. Do you live near here?" Yan Mo put the star anise aside, grabbed another khaki almond-shaped fruit and carefully identified it. Amomum
Amomum has good curative effects in treating indigestion, preventing miscarriage, reconciling stomach qi, etc. It can also be used as seasoning.
The old man looked at Yan Mo, their tribe's place of residence was not a secret, and it was okay to tell the other party. Even if the other party liked their herbs, it would not be a short distance from the upper reaches of the river to them, let alone attack them.
"Our place of residence is still some distance from the Morgan tribe, not close to the big river, but near another branch of the big river. It is a beautiful valley surrounded by dense forests. If there is no one to guide the way, it is easy to get lost in the dense forest. The forest There are plenty of beasts in there."
Jungle? Is there a bamboo forest? "Big witch, you don't have to be wary of me. I have no ill intentions towards you. I think you have a lot of herbs that I can use. I want to exchange them with you directly, rather than in front of everyone at the market."
The old man was puzzled, "Aren't we just exchanging directly now?"
Yan Mo smiled and shook his head, "There are so many people watching, even if there are good things, they can't get them out."
"What good things do you have?" The old man was very interested.
Yan Mo looked around, got up and said to the old man, "Shall we talk inside?"
The old man dropped the straw rope and was about to reply.
Yuan Zhan suddenly grabbed Yan Mo, "Wait!"
Someone came towards them. The target of the other party was very clear, and they were the ones who were rushing towards them. Iroha, who was in charge of leading the way, even yelled directly: "You two from Jiuyuan, wait a minute!"
Caiyu quickly walked in front of them and saluted: "Hello, distinguished guests. The glory of the mother goddess is above, and she is also blessed by the water god Wu. These people are from the Dingyue tribe, the largest tribe in the lower reaches of the river. They just now Seeing your goods, I want to make a deal with you."
Yan Mo opened his mouth and felt a gaze. When he looked up, he saw a man with long hair and a shawl. His upper body was naked, his lower body was wrapped in a long fur skirt, his feet were wearing straw sandals, and his neck, arms, wrists, and ankles were covered with copper. The young man in the decoration is looking at him with a very deep look.
Yan Mo suddenly felt a long-lost commotion in his abdomen.
Yuan Zhan turned sideways, blocking Yan Mo behind him, "Dingyue Tribe? What good things do you have? What do you want to exchange with us?"