"My lord!" Yan Mo stopped Yuan Zhan who was about to go out.
Turn back to the original battle.
"Are you leaving without breakfast?" He was actually hungry.
Yuan Zhan, "Let's talk about the prey on the way." It means that if there is no prey, there will be no food.
Dear master, are you too useless? It's so poor that the family doesn't even have food for breakfast!
Yan Mo concealed his contempt and smiled flatteringly, "My lord, I sincerely suggest that you pick some large thistle leaves from behind the shed in the square to take with you when you leave, and if you get injured on the way, you can chew it up and rub it on the wound to stop the bleeding .”
"knew."
"grown ups!"
Yuan Zhan turned his head impatiently, "What else do you need?"
"In addition to the big thistle, I can tell you a few more common herbs. If you see them on the road, you can use them at any time. If you can pick some back, I can also process them for future use."
Yuan Zhan's narrow and fierce eyes showed obvious sarcasm, "Backup? You need it?"
Yan Mo smiled shyly and foolishly.
Yuan Zhan turned around suddenly, walked to Yan Mo, squeezed the boy's face hard, "Tell me, what do the herbs you need look like?"
Yan Mo's face twitched from the pain, he covered his face and forced a smile and said, "My lord, then listen to me." Yan Mo said several kinds of herbs and insect shapes he needed.
Rhizoma Drynariae, on both sides of each big leaf, the leaflets are opposite, the leaves have sharp valves, short stalks, shaped like fish bones.
Elderberry, leaves alternate, sessile, obliquely oblong leaves, flowers bloom in pieces, mostly star-shaped small white flowers, fruit small and exquisite like eggs, mostly vermilion.
Achyranthes…
Yan Mo stopped explaining, looked at the bewildered Yuan Zhan and asked, "My lord, do you remember?"
Yuan Zhan didn't admit whether he understood or not, and said with a straight face, "Trouble."
Yan Mo saw that his palm didn't respond, so he knew that the person on the opposite side didn't remember anything, resisting the urge to slap the other person's head, he begged with eyes and said cautiously: "My lord, I can draw it, and you can chop a surface Give me smooth chips? Bring me some twigs or grass roots that haven't burnt out in the fire pit."
Others can save themselves a lot of things by raising slaves, why does he have to do more by raising slaves? Yuan Zhan pursed his lips, drew a stern lip line, and pointed to the boy's nose, "You'd better heal my wound before winter comes, and if I can't heal it, I'll cut it off!"
"... yes, my lord."
Yuan Zhan lifted the curtain and went out to tinker for a while, then came in with a cold face and threw him a piece of wood about one foot long, eight centimeters wide, and one centimeter thick.
"My lord, and the branches in the fire pit..."
Yuan Zhan went out again, came in, and grabbed a few unburned branches and hard grass roots, "Hurry up, when the assembly horn sounds, anyone who fails to arrive will be punished."
"Yes." Yan Mo tried his best to ignore his master's ugly face, grabbed the first half of the carbonized branch, and quickly drew on the wood chip.
I don't know how Yuan Zhan cut and polished the wood chips, but the surface is very smooth without many burrs.
Yan Mo recalled several kinds of herbs he urgently needed, as well as some common herbs, and painted them on the wood chips as distinctively as possible.
He did not learn painting when he was a child, nor did he show any talent in this area. It was a summer vacation after college. I followed a professor who liked to go to the mountains as a free clinic assistant. I found that one of my classmates, who usually looks very ordinary, could draw the shape of the desired herbal medicine for the local people. I couldn’t help being envious. .
In the next few years, when he followed a professor to make money by tinkering with so-called wild medicinal materials, he felt more and more that painting is more direct and useful than words in some places. For this reason, he started to learn painting at the age of 26. Practice every day without interruption.
Now, after thirteen years of hard work, even if he can't become a painter, he can draw the shapes of herbs that have been deeply imprinted in his mind, but it is easy and handy.
Yuan Zhan took the painted piece of wood, and seeing the various plants on it, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He thought that his little slave said that he wanted to draw a picture, and he would draw a few large and small circles on the wood piece and add a few roots. Stick, I didn't expect...
"And bugs?"
"Yes, those bugs can also be used as medicine, and it works very well."
"Your priests also taught you this kind of painting skills?" Are the priests of the Yanshan tribe so powerful? How can he not remember
"yes."
lie! If the priest of the Yanshan Tribe had the ability to draw realistic objects, he would have gone to the upper city to serve as a god servant. Why would he live a precarious life in a small remote tribe? Even if he can't go to the upper city, the temple in the lower city will be rare for him.
Yuan Zhan kept his face still, not letting the boy see his surprise and shock.
The boy is probably still young, and their priests may not have had time to tell him how powerful this skill is, so he will never tell the boy this.
If the young man knows, the slave he picked up for nothing might fly away, this is absolutely not allowed!
No matter how capable you are, it's mine in my hands!
Poor Yan Mo, who hunts geese all day long, was blinded by geese today.
However, it was also because of his habitual thinking. He felt that it was very convenient to master the skill of painting, but he didn't think it was so great, and he didn't know as much about the local area as Yuan Zhan, who often went out. He didn't know that there were temples and servants here. I don't even know that someone with special abilities like him is very popular in the temple.
The most important thing is that he still has a kind of contempt for his young master in his heart, he doesn't take him seriously at all, and just waits for the injury to heal before getting rid of him, so naturally he doesn't have the heart to study the change of Yuan Zhan's expression.
So... he deserves to be a slave to Yuan Zhan for a few more years!
Yuan Zhan grabbed the piece of wood and walked out of the tent. After going out, he wrapped the piece of wood with animal skin and tied it tightly, and hung it on his waist.
Inside the tent, Yan Mo looked at the shiny palm and smiled. He drew four kinds of plants and two kinds of insects. The guide subtracted six scum points from him. Now he only needs to subtract one more point to return to 100 million points. an integer of . It's a pity that the piece of wood is too small, and he can't draw more than he wants.
On the first day of Yuan Zhan's departure, Yan Mo nestled in the tent and didn't go anywhere. He hurt his leg, and it was best not to move at all.
Kusamachi brought him a meal, and carried him twice to the valley behind the tent to solve his physical problems.
Looking at this natural toilet, Yan Mo couldn't help but praise the wit of the ancients.
Less than 20 meters away from the tent area, there is a natural crack. The crack is not wide, just about one step away, just like the long pit in the old toilet.
Men, women and children in the Yuanji tribe like to be convenient here as long as they are a little bit particular, and those who are too lazy dig a hole behind their tent and cover it with soil after pulling it out. The small solution is very careless, and many people solve it anywhere.
Therefore, poor places are always accompanied by various smells.
Yan Mo himself had already adapted to this dirty and messy environment, and was used to all kinds of smells, even Yan Mo was forced to get used to it, even though he originally paid great attention to the environment and his own hygiene.
For a tribe that does not wash in the morning and evening in order to save water, even if you want to improve hygiene, you have more than enough energy.
Throughout the whole day, Yan Mo just lay there without moving. He rummaged through the pile of garbage, trying to see if there was anything useful in it, but he found nothing, only a bunch of bugs.
Insects are also good things, but some of these insects look like what he knows, such as centipede-like myriads, and some he doesn't know at all.
He wanted to find Tuyuan among these insects. Tuyuan, also known as soil beetle, likes dark and moist humus soil, and usually grows under the roots and corners of old-fashioned earthen houses. Bone and tendon embolism.
Only female worms have medical effects. Male worms have wings and female worms have no wings. However, it is hard to say whether the male insects really have no medical effect, because not only are there fewer male insects, but once they become insects, they will grow wings and fly like cockroaches. They are very flexible and difficult to catch, and they must die after mating.
Yan Mo looked at the many bugs and sighed. If the second guideline can be used now, he can identify whether these bugs are useful to him one by one, but if he wants the guide to help him identify creatures, he must subtract his scum value One hundred points, plus one point after over 100 million, is to subtract a total of 101 points.
Yan Mo didn't find what he was looking for in the tent, and he didn't feel discouraged. He asked Cao Ding a lot, besides the things he needed to pay attention to in this tribe, there were also the nearby water, soil and biological characteristics.
At the same time, he didn't forget to teach Cao Ding about medical care, and asked her to go behind the shed to pick fresh big thistle leaves to change his dressing, for which he lost three scum points.
On the second day after Yuan Zhan left, Yan Mo stared at his wound for a long time while changing the dressing.
Kusamachi changed the medicine for him, reattached the fixed wooden stick, and suddenly sighed.
Yan Mo looked up at her, "Sister, what's the matter?"
Kusamachi rubbed the straw rope, shook his head and said, "Master Dahe may be dying."
"Hasn't the priest already gone to help him heal?" Yan Mo thought of this big river that not only increased his scum value by ten points, but also caused him to suffer the torture of being burned every night, he was right. He didn't like him at all, and it would be good if he died early without a curse, so naturally he would not take the initiative to help him heal, which is why he never mentioned Dahe to Kusamachi, although he knew that helping that person would definitely get him less Slag value.
Yes, he got angry, what's the matter? He's a scum anyway.
Kusamachi sighed again, "There are not many herbs in the first place. Master Dahe was injured like that, and he can no longer be a warrior after he healed. How could the priest waste precious medicine on him? Last time the priest passed by, he was cut off directly. He burned his broken arm, and scalded the wound with fire to stop the bleeding. The big gash in the abdomen can’t be helped, and the priest wiped the god’s soil and water on him, but it didn’t help much.”
"Divine earth and water?"
"Ah, that's a treasure handed down from generation to generation by tribal priests. Everyone calls it divine soil. Not only can it heal many injuries, but it can also clean up muddy water. Use its tanned fur to make it soft and shiny. "
Yan Mo's heart moved, "Is that kind of divine soil like a transparent crystal?"
"I haven't seen it in its original form. I only heard that it was a shiny powder when the priest took it out."
It sounds like alum. Is there an alum mine nearby? Or do the priests here get some now and then
However, using alum powder to stop the bleeding, the dosage and usage of this thing is wrong, but it will directly damage the brain cells, burns, vomiting, diarrhea, collapse, and even death may occur.
Suddenly thinking of something, Yan Mo quickly asked: "Does the clan use this kind of sacred land to purify water?"
Kuomachi laughed, "You have a good idea, how can there be so much sacred soil for you to use. Only when there is a lack of water in summer and you have to use the muddy water in the grass beach, the priest will use the sacred soil to clean the muddy water. But that kind of Clean water can only be used by chiefs, priests, and elders, and even third-level fighters can’t get much, let alone slaves.”
fortunately! Yan Mo gasped. If the sacred soil is really alum, although this thing can purify water, the aluminum contained in it will cause great damage to the human body. For example, long-term consumption of water purified by alum will lead to anemia, osteoporosis, and brain atrophy.
"Will the priests here become demented when they get old and can't remember anything?" Yan Moduo asked.
Kusamachi was surprised, "How do you know? I still heard an occasional adult say that the priests in the tribe will transfer all their knowledge and experience to the new priests when they reach the age. God, the soul is gone, and what is left is just a walking corpse, who doesn't remember anything, can't know anything, and can't even eat."
Isn't it just the symptoms of Alzheimer's caused by brain atrophy? The priests here are also smart, unable to explain their own symptoms, so they made up such a myth, which not only did not diminish their prestige, but even made them more deified.
"Little Mo."
"Ok?"
Kusamachi hesitated, "Can I tell others about the fact that the big thistle leaf can stop the bleeding?"
"Of course." I wish you could tell others, "In addition to stopping bleeding, the big thistle leaf can also clear away heat and detoxify, treat swelling and boils, etc. Oh, and it can also be eaten as a wild vegetable."
"What? Can it still be eaten?"
Yan Mo nodded.
Kusamachi was ecstatic, but also sad, "But the big thistle behind the shed is almost lighting up for me."
"You can look elsewhere. Hillsides, grasslands, wasteland, and even roadsides can grow. The closer to the water source, the more likely it is. This thing is not uncommon. As long as you find one, you can find another."
"Great. Xiao Mo, can I take the brown soil to pick big thistles?" Kuomachi explained, "The brown soil is the wife of Lord Taihe."
Yan Mo was not surprised that Cao Ding directly called Da He's wife by name. The boy's memory told him that the status of women here was not high, only a little better than slaves, and they could get food distribution from the tribe. The children born by them are also more expensive than those born by female slaves. If a female slave has a child with her master, her son is also regarded as a descendant of the tribe and can receive tribal food distribution. The allocation is the least, so they are also the first to die.
If it's a slave and a slave's child, it's still a slave.
"What I taught you, as long as I didn't say it explicitly, you can teach others as you like."
Kusamachi was moved, "Xiao Mo, you are so kind."
Yan Mo showed a simple and honest smile that I am a good person.
"Then can you make Master Dahe walk a little easier?"
"You want me to help Lord Dahe see a doctor?" Yan Mo was not surprised.
Kusamachi nodded, shook his head again, and hurriedly said: "Don't feel pressured, even the priest can't cure it, and the brown soil has given up, just want to make Master Dahe not suffer so much in the last few days, can you do it? I heard that some priests can put seriously injured patients into a deep sleep until they die. I will secretly go behind your back, and I will not let the priest know."
Yan Mo didn't really want to go for three reasons.
First, it is hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. He has no surgical tools or medicines, so it is impossible for him to heal Dahe's injury with just a few thistles. Moreover, Dahe's current condition is likely to have complications due to infection, so serious. In such a situation, even if he returns to the place where he came from, he may not be able to save him.
Second, if he goes there, Dahe can't be cured, maybe the damn reform guide will give him another credit.
Third, even if he cured Dahe, maybe he could reduce some scum points, but it might also attract the attention of the priests of this tribe.
But Yan Mo didn't dare to refuse, he was afraid that if he said no, the reform guide would immediately give him another ten scum points in the name of not saving him.
"Their purpose is to make Da He's journey less painful, so I don't have to save him, right?" Yan Mo said to his right hand in Chinese.
The guide didn't answer him.
Go, it is also miserable. If you don't go, it will be miserable. What a miserable word? Yan Mo sneered in his heart.
Kusamachi didn't know his mental activities, seeing his silence, guessed that he might be afraid of causing trouble, so he patted his head and said, "If you can do it, I think Brown Earth will give you some meat as a reward."
"...Go, why don't you go?" Isn't it just a euthanasia, and it's not like he hasn't done it before.