It is said that wisdom is determined by the number of grooves in the cerebral cortex and the size of the brain. On the third morning after Yuan Zhan left, Yan Mo looked at the wooden needles, bone needles, a few knives and the obviously refined yellow and white Grains of salt, I really want to cut open the heads of the local aborigines and have a look.
He believes that he did not underestimate the ancient people. What the ancient people lacked compared to the modern people is the accumulation of knowledge. In terms of wisdom, they are no worse than the modern people. On the contrary, the advantage of modern people is only based on the accumulation of thousands or even tens of thousands of years of human history, so that they can diverge their thinking and think about things that ancient people dare not think about.
Now, what Brown Earth sent made him think that he still underestimated the ancient people. At least their hands-on ability and comprehension ability were two or three times higher than he expected.
Probably seeing Yan Mo's surprise, Brown Earth smiled slightly, and explained: "I have thought about the shape of the needle you mentioned before, and I always wonder if there is something that can go through it. Fur, let me make the fur into a cylinder, and then put a leather rope on the opening, so that Dahe and I can bring more things when we go out. Because things are hanging on the waist, they will fall if they are not careful. "
Yan Mo was stunned.
"I thought about grinding a notch in the back of the bone spur, so that the leather rope can be passed through the fur, but the leather rope is too thick, it is better to use a stone cone to make a hole with the bone spur, and then use the leather rope to pass through the hole .I didn't know that human hair and horsehair could be used as rope, but neither of those things are very strong...”
"There is no hemp thread or silk thread, and I can only use them instead. I will have the opportunity to teach you how to make catgut in the future. It is better to suture people than hair and horsehair."
Brown soil nodded, and silently memorized what Yan Mo said, "Do you think these can be used? I can't do it again. Those salts... all the salts from our three families were added together, and boiled repeatedly with water to produce such a little. I don't know if it's enough, but it's all we have, and the salt is so hard to come by."
"Enough, there should be a lot left after this amount is used."
Hearing that the salt can be left over, the cinnamon face is obviously a little happy. It doesn't matter in her own house, if there is no salt, there will be no salt, just boil it for a while. But Dashan and Dadiaojia, if they can have leftover salt for them to use for the next salt distribution, that would be the best.
Yan Mo looked at the six bone needles and six wooden needles placed on the animal hide, and was basically satisfied. Of course, this satisfaction was based on the current handmade. Brown Earth was probably worried that he could not understand what he meant, the twelve needles were of different lengths and thicknesses, the thinnest one was probably made of fishbone, and its size and thickness were about the same as a modern ordinary sewing needle.
The most wonderful thing is those few knives.
Yan Mo only drew the outline of the scalpel and some commonly used medical tools. He didn't expect the brown clay to provide him with these, but he didn't expect that the other party would grind out some plausible stone knives according to the size and shape of the scalpel he drew.
Brown soil was still apologetic, "Xiao Mo, I'm sorry, the time is too rushed, I, Cao Ding and Da Diao Dashan have all tried and failed to make what you want. The tweezers, clips, and pliers you mentioned , it looks simple, but it doesn’t have the effect you said.”
"It's okay, it's barely enough to have these."
Kusakachi poked his head in from the door curtain and whispered, "Master Dashan and my master have found a suitable place. My master asked me to come over and ask, can I send Master Dahe there?"
"Send everything you need first."
Kuomachi replied, "It's all been smuggled there, now I just have to send people over."
"Then let's go."
Kusamachi immediately got in after hearing the words, carrying Yan Mo on his back.
Brown Earth nervously asked Yan Mo what else he needed to bring.
Yan Mo asked her to take the things she sent, and then asked her to bring a few peeled wooden branches that he had prepared at the door.
In order not to attract attention, Huangtu took the things and went back to her tent first, and she and Dahe would wait for a while before setting off.
Cao Ding closed the curtain, and walked towards the natural latrine with Yan Mo on his back. It was hot, and after a short walk, he smelled a smell of excrement and urine.
Crossing the latrine, seeing no one around, Kusaming walked towards the back of the mountain with Yan Mo on his back.
There are several large stones between the natural latrine and the tent area. A man wearing a low-quality leather skirt with a slave mark on his back poked his head out from behind one of the stones and looked at the backs of Kusamachi and the two of them. There was confusion, but also a little excitement as if he had caught some secret.
He didn't know what kind of injury the new slave suffered, he only saw Kusamachi carrying the slave in and out every day, he had a good impression of Kusamachi, but it was a pity that Kusamachi belonged to Mr. It's hard to make him want to get close without pretending.
He has been paying attention to Kusamachi and the new slave who has not been marked for several days. Today he feels that Kusamachi is especially sneaky. He followed the new slave as he went out.
Kusamachi carried the new slave on his back and did not stop at the shithole, but headed for the back hill.
Seeing this, the first thought that came to his mind was: Kusamachi planned to have sex with the new slave behind her master's back.
This kind of thing is not uncommon among slaves, and most masters don't care, especially those warriors who marry wives and have female slaves. They don't need female slaves to help them have children, and naturally they don't care who the female slaves sleep with. There are also many things to exchange slaves for use.
But Cao Ding is different. Everyone knows that her master treats her very well. I heard that Master Yuan Diao even plans to ask the clan to remove her status as a slave and join the Yuanji Tribe after she has a child in the future. Give out lots of food in exchange.
Men are more excited! If he was allowed to catch the scene where the two had sex, he would be able to threaten Kusamachi. If Kusamachi didn't want to be beaten to death by his master or handed over to other soldiers, she would obediently sleep with him.
Just as the man was about to follow, another person came this way.
The man immediately retracted behind the boulder.
The people who came were brown soil and them. Yuan Shan and Yuan Diao held both ends of a piece of animal skin respectively, and carried the dying Dahe across the natural latrine pit, and Brown Earth followed closely behind, holding a bag of things wrapped in animal skin.
The man poked his head out again, waved his hand to chase away the flies that were buzzing towards him, and looked at the backs of the group of people going away, his heartbeat gradually accelerated. Did he see some great secret
The words are divided into two parts, let's say that Cao Ding walked to the back mountain with Yan Mo on his back.
Yan Mo looked at the numerous stone forests from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, and immediately understood where all the stone objects in the tribe came from.
Looking up from a distance, there is a grassland, and there seem to be many people active on the grassland, and a little bit of water can be seen in the distance, I don't know if it is a river.
"The backside of the mountain is the field of the tribe."
"Field?" Yan Mo was surprised. Where? Is that grassland? That doesn't look like a serious field. The most important thing is that people here already know how to farm? Doesn't that mean they have food to eat? But why didn't he find a single grain at home
"Well, some old slaves are planting and guarding. Every year, the harvest is very bad. When it comes to harvest, many birds will come to steal it and eat it. They can't catch it all. This kind of millet is especially delicious. If it is planted for a few years, the land where it is planted will be sucked dry, and it will become dry land that does not even grow grass. If the priests and elders did not like to eat it, these fields would not be planted long ago.” Grass Machi didn't seem to care about those fields.
Yan Mo knew the reason. Even if he has never grown crops, he still knows some common sense. If the crops are not fertilized frequently, some fields with poor soil quality need to be rested every other year. Otherwise, the fields will lose nutrients and eventually become dead fields.
"Is the millet grown by slaves only eaten by chiefs, priests and elders?"
"Of course. The wives of some third-level fighters can also ask for some, but the amount is very small, and everyone is not enough. For the sake of fairness, the chief didn't share the millet. He didn't even eat it for himself. priests and elders."
It seems that the chieftain here is not the kind of person who is desperate for selfish desires. In his memory, the patriarch of the Yanshan clan is not hereditary, but is jointly elected by the clan members. Usually, the person with the highest force value and the most convincing person is the new patriarch, and the original patriarch will abdicate as an elder. I don't know if the original tribe is the same
While speaking, Cao Ding got into the stone forest, and I don't know how she could identify the direction, so she turned to an open space after seven or eight turns.
The open space is hidden in a circle of high stone pillars, so it is secretive.
The small stones and gravel weeds in the center of the open space all disappeared, and a clean ground about one foot in radius was cleared.
A fire pit was temporarily dug out in a corner of the open space, and a simple stone platform was set up. There was a stone pot on the stone platform, and a tank of water beside the fire pit.
Cao Ding put Yan Mo down, and according to Yan Mo's instructions, lit the fire to boil water.
The brown earth and the others arrived when the water was boiling. Yuan Diao looked at Yan Mo with a strange expression. After following the instructions to lower the river, he immediately walked to Yan Mo's side, squatted down, and pulled his face hard.
"You can do it, kid! Not only can you liven up yourself, but you can also save others. Yes, you didn't waste fighting those two fat rabbits."
Yan Mo held down his painful face, staring straight at the original sculpture with no expression on his face.
It's a pity that his stocky and honest face couldn't produce the effect he wanted at all, but Yuan Diao pulled the other side of his face forcefully, and smiled jokingly: "Fuck, don't Looking at my lord with this kind of eyes, I'm going to fuck you, and that guy Yuan Zhan must fight me when he comes back!"
Do you fucking hominid only have genitals in your brain? Yan Mo changed his face, and looked at Brown Earth with an expression of asking for help.
Brown soil came up and slapped Yuan Diao hard on the shoulder, "Last night, Cao Ding called for a whole night, you still haven't done enough! Don't play Xiao Mo's idea, Yuan Zhan probably hasn't touched him yet."
The corner of Yan Mo's mouth twitched, "Eldest sister, do you dare to touch me before Yuan Zhan, so I can give others random fucks?"
Dashan, who seemed very loyal, laughed in a sneer, and said in a deep voice: "Da Diao, my mosquito breeder is very patient, why don't you? Use it once, just give me two pieces of fresh meat the size of a fist, and a piece of bacon will do."
The original sculpture hummed, got up and hugged Cao Ding, who was busy by the fire pit, and pulled her to go behind the stone pillar—he was telling others with his actions that his original sculpture was ready-made for slaves.
Kusamachi was tumbled by his pull, but he didn't refuse.
Brown soil spat, but said nothing. People here are used to this kind of thing.
Young warriors are too energetic and have strong desires. Sometimes when they come back from hunting for a long time, they can pull their own women or slaves who come to greet them and just push them down, regardless of whether there is anyone watching. Some people will be more excited when they are watched.
Soon, there was a voice behind the stone pillar that should never appear in such a serious operation scene.
Yan Mo looked at Dahe who was lying on the fur, gritted his teeth and showed a smile that men could understand, then looked at Dahe with a natural expression, took over Kusamachi's work, and put the utensils wrapped in animal skins into the brown clay that had been boiled in boiling water , and Da Shan, who was holding a piece of wood and was responsible for driving away mosquitoes and other insects, was speechless for three minutes.
The lives of primitive people are miserable compared with modern people, but at the same time they live simply and happily.
Yan Mo suddenly realized that maybe he should be thankful that he came to a primitive society, not an ancient feudal society with a complete cultural system. The genius doctor Hua Tuo could be imprisoned until his death because of a craniotomy proposal. An ordinary person wearing a soul dare to try with a knife
The feudal society became more and more feudal in the later stage! In ancient times, it might be possible to perform surgical operations—this can also be proved by the surgical knives unearthed in Huaguo later. How dare the ancients in the feudal era who could not even cut off their hair Use a knife on your body? Even if the patient is willing, his family, local government, and rulers will not be willing.
Although it is bad to be sent to the primitive society for transformation by the punished soul, it is by no means the worst.
Everything has advantages and disadvantages, and vice versa. A feudal society with a complete cultural system may be more convenient and safer than a primitive society in terms of living standards, but it also has more restrictions.
Although primitive society is more dangerous, it also hides more opportunities.
Yan Mo couldn't help but think, maybe in addition to using his own medical skills, he should try to improve his force value
At last, Yuan Diao still remembered that he had business to do, and when the brown soil began to wipe Taihe, he and Kusamachi came back one after the other.
This is an operation with extremely crude conditions. Even the doctor who performed the operation had to sit on the ground to open the patient's abdomen because of his own leg injury.
Yan Mo first dealt with the wound on Dahe's abdomen.
The brown soil wiped his man over and over again, until Dahe felt that his stomach had never been so clean.
Yan Mo told the ratio of cinnamon soil and asked cinnamon soil to wipe the area around Dahe's wound with salt water again.
Yan Mo asked everyone to wash their hands as clean as possible, and soaked them in salt water.
All the utensils were boiled and sterilized, Yan Mo picked up two homemade wood chips and handed them to the original carving, "Later, I will open Lord Dahe's wound and remove the rotten flesh. When I ask you, you stick these two wood chips into the For the wound, stretch the wound to both sides, without my order, you must not let go halfway, understand?"
Yuan Diao nodded grinningly, "Small things."
Little friend, don't think about opening the wound too easily, you will cry later.
"Miss Kusamachi, you wash your hands, and you are responsible for passing the utensils and wiping off my sweat, and you also need to wipe off the blood that Mr. Taiga bleeds with clean dry grass."
Kusamachi took a deep breath, "Yes."
"Master Dashan is responsible for driving away all mosquitoes and flies, and we must not let them approach us."
"Okay, don't worry." Yuan Shan wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Miss Brown Earth prepared the big thistle leaves and mashed them all up."
Cinnamon responded, grabbing a handful of thistle leaves was like grabbing her husband's life.
Yan Mo picks up a bone needle, he can become famous in the medical field, even surpassing many old Chinese doctors and surgical experts who are called masters, except that he has learned the skills of Chinese and Western medicine quite solidly, and the combination of Chinese and Western medicine has come out. His own way, and relying on his unique skill of acupuncture and moxibustion.
No one knows who he learned his acupuncture techniques from. This was his biggest secret, and this secret probably accounted for a large percentage of his 100 million scum value.
Now there is still a lack of anesthesia, which is essential for surgery. No matter how heroic Yuan He is, no matter how hard he endures the pain, it is impossible for him not to tremble at all. In addition to reducing the pain of patients and preventing them from dying, anesthesia is more convenient for doctors to treat, and it is most likely to reduce accidental injuries caused by unstable patients during surgery.
Without anesthesia, he can use acupuncture and moxibustion to make the patient feel no pain and unable to move. He had used this method several times before to operate on patients who could not be anesthetized.
Do you want to relieve Dahe's pain
But thinking about it, he was really unwilling. For this guy, not only did he suffer from the pain of being burned eight times, but he also had to do his best to save him.
So he decided not to relieve Dahe's pain, but to prick the acupoints to make him unable to move.
When the bone needle was pierced, Yan Mo smiled in his heart. At the same time, he would ensure that Master Dahe would remain extremely conscious from the beginning to the end of the operation, so that he could experience being cut open, flesh cut, bone scraped, and punctured alive. ... a series of vivid experiences.
It's a rare experience, isn't it