Yan Mo got a ladle of water, rushed forward to hug the ladle and... hold back, drink slowly.
While Yan Mo was drinking water, the man talked to the fat dog who came over, and took something from the straw rope around his waist for the strong man with a slightly protruding stomach.
Fat Dog put away his things and nodded, went straight into the thatched shed and picked out a seriously injured beast that looked like a dog, beheaded, limbs were cut off, and its abdomen was cut.
The man watched Yan Mo finish drinking the water in the wooden ladle, went up and snatched the wooden ladle to catch the blood sprayed from the neck of the beast, and handed it to Yan Mo again, "Drink!"
Drinking animal blood... well, it's also a way to replenish lost salt and nutrients from the body.
Yan Mo endured his nausea, silently took the wooden ladle and drank all the animal blood inside.
I don't know if this body is already used to this way of eating. Yan Mo found that although he could not accept it psychologically, he did not feel nauseated physically.
During the period, the man went to pick a lot of leaves of the big thistle, and rolled them up for Yan Mo to hold.
Wiping his lips, Yan Mo thanked the man with a sincere expression, which was nothing more than a thank you anyway.
The man grabbed Yan Mo's arm, looked at his broken leg, and changed the shoulder to a clamp.
Yan Mo thanked God in his heart, he had been carried by someone before, so the discomfort would not be mentioned, if the man dared to carry him away now, he might vomit all over him.
Walking under the armpit is not very comfortable, Yan Mo endured the pain and observed the surrounding scene all the way.
This is not a harmonious tribe, this is Yan Mo's first impression of it.
In the square, apart from the man saying a few words to Fat Dog, he didn't even look at the men and women around him, and naturally no one greeted him.
Coming from the square, you can see a rather large stockade. The people here live in tents made of animal skins. The stockade seems to have been planned by someone. There is a dirt road in the middle that can accommodate two carriages. There are tents on both sides of the dirt road.
There were people at the entrance of the tent and on the road, but Yan Mo didn't see the man talking to anyone, and no one talked to him. Most of the passers-by walked with their heads buried in their heads, and those sitting at the entrance of the tent were also busy with various tasks.
The square is in the middle of the stockade. The tents in the stockade below the square are quite simple and small, but the tents above the square are much larger and neater.
The man didn't walk for long, and entered a small path with Yan Mo in his arms.
Yan Mo peeked at the tents as far forward as possible, the top one looks like a king's tent, and there are soldiers in leather skirts guarding the door.
This place of residence seems to be a gentle hill, Yan Mo guessed that the foot of the hill is the residence of the poor and slaves, and the higher up, the higher the status of the residents.
And the man who turned back home shortly after passing the square obviously had only an average status in this tribe.
Yan Mo memorized all the way, after turning in from the small road, starting from the first row of tents on the side of the big dirt road, the man's tent is located in the fourth and last row at the back.
The spacing between each row of tents is equal, like... a barracks, but the men and women who are busy working in front of the tents make this place full of life.
Most of the people here only wear a leather skirt or grass skirt on their lower body, women are also topless, children are running around naked, and a few old people are also naked.
The tent area is not completely quiet. There are children's noises, adults' scolding sounds from time to time, and from time to time, there will be unidentifiable screams or screams from some tents.
"Yuan Zhan, didn't you say to divide the meat? What is this?" Finally someone greeted the man.
The man called Yuan Zhan threw Yan Mo to the door of his tent, and said to the man: "The meat is not dead, brought it back."
When someone came, a man who was shorter than the original strategy and also had tattoos on his face squatted down beside Yan Mo.
Because of the positional relationship, Yan Mo could clearly see a big lump hanging under the man's leather skirt, and his development was as good as his grandma's!
"Bring it back? Be a slave? What's the use of getting hurt like this?" The man poked Yan Mo's face in disgust, "It's still a boy, so I can't keep a baby."
Yuan Zhan opened his tent, raised the curtains to both sides, and said casually: "He doesn't want money, he picked it up for nothing."
"It's useless if you can't support yourself. By the way, I have something to do with you." The man changed the subject.
"Wait a while." Yuan Zhan bypassed Yan Mo, took off the stone slab from a large stone jar outside the tent, dragged Yan Mo to the edge of the stone jar, scooped up water and poured it on his injured leg.
Yan Mo was shocked by the cold water, couldn't hold back, and let out a groan.
Seeing that the water didn't pour many maggots down, Yuan Zhan went straight to brushing them with his hands.
"Ah!" Yan Mo screamed out.
Yuan Zhan didn't care if he was in pain or not, with such a body full of maggots and stench, it was impossible to enter his tent.
"I'll ask my slave to help you clean him up." The man yelled to the neighbor with a hint of trepidation, "Cao Ding, come here!"
A slave girl with a vacuum in her upper body emerged from the next tent.
"Clean him up, don't waste water!"
"Yes, my lord." The female slave whose age could not be seen in detail knelt on the ground and took the ladle from Yuan Zhan's hand.
Seeing that a slave took over, Yuan Zhan was also happy to be lazy, and beckoned to the man, "Come in and tell."
The man followed Yuan Zhan into the tent and put down the curtain.
There are not many things in the tent. The innermost few big stones are used as the foundation, and the top is covered with straw and fur to form a bed. A large square stone is placed in the middle as a table. There are no stools, and people sit cross-legged.
There were two spears leaning against the wall of the tent, and there were a few sharp bones hanging from them, as well as a few leather skirts. There was a pile of bones and furs piled up in the corner near the door curtain. I don't know if it was because of these things that there was a lingering strange smell in the tent.
"Why?" The man sat down cross-legged and opened his mouth and asked.
Yuan Zhan understood what the other party was asking, smiled, and replied: "Because he was injured like that, not only didn't he hum, but he can still laugh at me, this kid will definitely be very patient in the future."
"Really?" The man glanced at Yuan Zhan's left leg thoughtfully.
Yuan Zhan's eyes drooped slightly, then he raised his eyes, "What do you want from me?"
As soon as he mentioned the business, the man's expression changed immediately, and he whispered resentfully: "The moth hunters relied on their status as third-level fighters to ask the chiefs and elders to expand their hunting territory. The territory they applied for coincided with our hunting area. , if the elders agree, we have to grab the first-level fighters, but there is not much oil and water in those people's territory, and we lack the opportunity to fight second- and third-level beasts, so it is even more difficult to be promoted to third-level fighters."
Yuan Zhan tapped his knee, "It's not just about leveling up, it's also about whether we can get enough to eat this winter."
"That's it, and you have to feed one more person now, but if you can't feed him, you can kill him in winter and make him your exclusive slave. At least you don't have to share part of his meat with the tribe."
"If you come to me, you can't just complain about it, right?"
"Complaining is useless. I came to you to ask if you want to..." The man moved closer to Yuan Zhan, and his voice became lower and lower.
At the entrance of the tent, Yan Mo, Zai Yuanzhan and the two of them entered the tent, and immediately smiled at Kusading, "Sister, can you do as I say? I have learned from the priest to heal wounds."
Cao Ding is a very gentle female slave. Seeing Yan Mo's head in cold sweat from the pain, she couldn't help but reach out and wipe him off, "You are a disciple of a priest from another clan? Then why did you..." Be brought back as a slave
"I am a member of the Yanshan tribe. Our tribe has been robbed of the place where we have lived for generations. My tribe and I were bitten by wild animals during our migration..."
Needless to say, Cao Ding already understood the reason why Yan Mo appeared here, her eyes showed sympathy and helplessness for fate, "What's your name?"
"My name is Yan Mo."
"Yan Mo? Then I will call you Xiao Mo from now on? You can call me Kusamachi."
"Sister Kuading." Yan Mo completely ignored his previous age and tried his best to take advantage of his physical age.
"Sister, can you help me boil a pot of boiling water? I can help." Yan Mo propped himself up and sat up with the help of Kuomachi.
The fire pit here is placed outside the tent just like the water tank. For fire prevention, the fire pit for cooking is next to the water tank.
The pot is not an iron pot, but a large stone pot hollowed out with stones. It looks heavy, but Yan Mo saw that Kusamachi put the stone pot on the fire pit without much effort.
"Sister, is there a knife here?"
"Yes, wait, I'll get it." The carefully polished stone knife is considered a valuable item and will not be placed outside the tent.
"Sister, wait, if there is..." Yan Mo found out that there is no word for needle and thread here.
Kusamachi knelt down, "What else do you need?"
"A plank, and if there is no plank, a stick will do."
"How big do you want? I'll go back and look for it. There's not enough firewood here, so if you want to use a big piece of wood, you have to get your adult's permission."
"Twigs are also fine." Yan Mo made a rough gesture of the length and width of the wooden stick he needed, and asked Kuomachi for a fixed straw rope, "Bring me some salt..."
"Salt is not acceptable, adults must agree." Because Yan Mo needed both sticks and salt, Cao Ding didn't dare to make decisions without authorization, so he could only call his master in a low voice outside the tent.
The man came out with Yuan Zhan, and when he heard that Yan Mo needed something, Yuan Zhan went to get it from the tent by himself.
The man left Kusamachi with Yuan Zhan's helper, and went to another tent.
Yuan Zhan handed the things to Kuading and went out with a spear. It was still dark, and he wanted to go out to see if he could get some extra prey and fruits. In addition, when he brought Yan Mo back, he had to hand over 20% of the meat to the tribe according to Yan Mo's weight.
While waiting for the water to boil, Cao Ding told Yan Mo that the highest level of warriors in this tribe is level four, and the only level four warrior is the chief. The warriors from level one to level three must take turns to go out hunting, and after the prey they get come back, they have to hunt Submit to the tribe and be assigned by the tribe. On the days when there is no turn, the soldiers can go out to find prey by themselves, and only 20% of the things they find will be handed over to the tribe, and the other 80% will belong to themselves.
The conditions seemed pretty good, but the beasts farther away from the tribe were very powerful and could not be hunted by a single warrior, and there were not many beasts to hunt within a short range. The warriors also divided hunting territories according to their level. The lower the level, the fewer the larger beasts in the territory.
Sometimes warriors who are not on duty will unite to go out hunting, but in order to ensure the interests of the entire tribe, the place they go cannot be within the hunting range designated by the tribe, and it goes without saying that strange places will increase the uncertainty and danger of harvesting .
The non-combat civilians are responsible for all other miscellaneous tasks. The non-combat civilians here refer to the old, weak, women and children.
The slaves are divided into two categories. One belongs to the tribe. These slaves usually do the hardest and most tiring work, but the food and clothing are the worst. They are generally responsible for farming, grazing, skin grafting, grinding stones, etc. , Sometimes it is used as a reserve grain in winter when there is a lack of food.
And fighters above the second level can have their own slaves, one at the second level and two at the third level. The higher the level of the fighter, the more slaves and wealth he can have. The life of slaves that belonged exclusively to soldiers would be better than shared slaves. If they met a benevolent master, they could even live better than civilians, but if they met a very bad master, they would be very miserable.
The rations distributed by the tribe did not include slaves. Soldiers could own slaves if they wanted to, but they had to find ways to feed themselves.
"My family's adult is called Yuan Diao. In the tribe, only warriors can take the tribe's surname. Our tribe is called Yuanji Tribe. It is said that we have lived on the edge of this grassland and desert for hundreds of years. We are one of the larger tribes nearby. I know that the tribe is a little bigger than our original tribe, we still have business dealings with them, and you will probably see them on trading days in the future."
Yan Mo understood Kuading's kindness, and she was reminding him.
Yan Mo thought to himself that as long as that pig doesn't come to trouble me, I won't bother him.
"Are you pounding herbs?" Kusamachi asked curiously.
"Yes." His master Yuan Zhan didn't have any equipment suitable for pounding medicine, so he could only find something to make do with, and ordered a smaller stone pot—there is no concept of bowls and plates here, a thick bone stick, and then put a large Thistle leaves are pounded in a stone pot.
The water boiled, Yan Mo put the stone knife in and boiled.
After the stone knife was cooked, he boiled some salt water.
What Yuan Zhan provided was coarse salt containing a lot of minerals, which turned yellow and black. This kind of salt water could not be used directly after being boiled, and had to be filtered.
Take a stone knife sterilized with boiling water and scrape off the pus and carrion from the wound, including those maggots that specialize in eating carrion.
Yan Mo's hands were shaking from the pain, but there was no one here who could help him, Kuomachi didn't dare to do anything, and he didn't even dare to look at his wounds. The aborigines are tough, but not everyone can become a doctor. Not only do they need to be used to blood, but they also need to be calm and calm. Steady hands are more important.
"Why did you put the stone knife in the water to boil?" Kusakachi followed Yan Mo's instructions, splitting the wooden stick that Yuan Zhan took out with a stone knife into a suitable size, and at the same time smoothed the burrs on it.
"Disinfection." Yan Mo scraped off all the carrion and dirt attached to the wound, and was about to wash the wound with filtered salt water that had been boiled twice, when he saw white light coming out of his right palm again.
Yan Mo looked up at Kusamachi, Kusamachi who was busy grinding away the burrs on the wooden stick didn't notice the change in his palm at all.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the distance, Yan Mo didn't have time to see the changes in his palms, Kusamachi stood up and looked forward.
The noise was getting closer and closer, and it was actually running towards them.
Someone ran past them, yelling at the tent next door to Yuan Zhan.
A woman rushed out of the tent and ran away with the others. Two children also ran out of the tent, and they also ran with them.
After a while, "Dahe!" A mournful cry suddenly sounded.