"He cured the tribesmen who were still not getting better after taking the medicine you concocted. Originally, three tribesmen were going to die during this hunting."
Pihu stood in front of Tang Xuanming, like a city wall, blocking all pressure.
The witch doctor in front of him, who was showing his teeth and claws as if possessed by a ferocious beast, suddenly became quiet and said with a shocked face: "He cured the internal injuries of his clan members? How is this possible?"
"Internal bleeding can only rely on powerful restorative drugs to help the owner quickly recover from the internal injuries, but there is no way to solve the bleeding. Either the tribe's internal organs are powerful and they can force it through, or they can only wait to die.
How did he do it..."
The witch doctor muttered, and Pihu heard it in confusion and couldn't understand it at all. However, Tang Xuanming knew very well what the strong and muscular witch doctor was talking about, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.
In this barbaric and backward land, the witch doctor actually knows about internal injuries and internal bleeding, although he can only treat it in a way that he least understands - medicines that restore blood and heal injuries when internal bleeding occurs.
This obviously means that people will die, but with the beast-like physique of primitive tribes, one or two people will survive.
Tang Xuanming simply wanted to mourn for the people in this tribe.
The witch doctor rushed over, held Tang Xuanming's hand, and said excitedly: "Teach me, teach me, okay? I will definitely learn with my heart. Many people in the tribe die from internal injuries every year. Watching them
He wailed and died in front of me, I wished I was the one who got hurt."
"But I can't do anything. I've heard that there are powerful medical skills outside the wilderness that can bring the dead back to life, but I can't learn it!"
There were even tears on this rough man's face. His heart was obviously not as rough as his appearance.
"This is a small matter, and it won't be solved in a short time. You first need to find some edible seeds for me to see."
The seeds in Tang Xuanming's hand are a bit like wheat in later generations, and they smell of a unique wheat aroma.
But it is shriveled and small, not plump at all, more like grass seeds than wheat.
This made Tang Xuanming a little suspicious, whether he had come into contact with a fake seed.
Pihu saw that Tang Xuanming was so concerned about a few small seeds. He frowned and recalled, "There seems to be no edible plants around here. At most, there are only some wild fruits. This handful of weird things seems to be from the tribe."
The children went out to collect it."
"At that time, they swallowed them randomly, but we were shocked. Fortunately, they were not poisoned, but we also kept a copy of these seeds."
Tang Xuanming nodded. In this era of scarcity of food and clothing, children's desire for food made them dare to try any fruit that looked edible.
Regardless of the weird taste of the fruit, driven by hunger, they will try it.
"This kid is really tough and dares to eat anything."
Pihu didn't understand what Tang Xuanming meant by "Tou Tie", and said with a serious face: "We gave those monkeys a good beating after that, and they will never dare to eat randomly outside in the future."
The corner of Tang Xuanming's mouth twitched, remembering what he had seen before when the tribesmen in the tribe taught those disobedient monkeys, beating them hard with sticks as thick as fists, and the sound was earth-shattering.
When Tang Xuanming saw it for the first time, he was so confused in the wind that he thought these barbarians were going to kill the naughty child to sacrifice to heaven.
What made Tang Xuanming even more devastated was that a group of naughty children even winked at each other while crying for father and mother. They were stubborn and resisted being beaten. Few people can treat such naughty children.
After all, they started to undergo baptism when they were around eight or nine years old. They could practice the Ant King Method and were able to carry the cauldron. Their physical defense was frighteningly strong.
Perhaps the adults in the tribe even regarded beating the naughty children as training for them. Of course, this method was something Tang Xuanming would not praise.
Tang Xuanming looked at the seeds in his hand with difficulty. He finally understood that the agricultural accumulation here was basically zero.
All animals and plants have not been domesticated, and the fruits are extremely bitter and small, so they can only be used as snacks.
Even if he had to forcibly search for wheat and rice, the seeds he found would be like the handful of seeds in his hand, more like grass seeds. Not to mention that it would be difficult to plant on a large scale, and collecting them would not be enough for an adult to eat.
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The agriculture of the Big Foodie Empire was not established in a day. The first untamed rice and wheat seeds were like weeds.
Very few of them are actually edible, so growing them would only be a waste of more gain than gain.
The historical development of agriculture among tribes is far behind. It's not that they are not smart enough to plant crops, but that there are really no usable crops to plant.
In Tang Xuanming's time, he didn't have much experience with crop seeds. After all, you can easily find a large variety of seeds by searching on JD.com on Taobao.
The yield of rice per mu is one thousand catties casually, but the yield of wheat per mu is less than five hundred catties and I am embarrassed to talk about it.
But these are all domesticated by humans from generation to generation. Starting from thousands of years or even older times, seeds with more fruits and bigger fruits were selected and sown.
Generation after generation of improved genes, coupled with the rapid advancement of scientific research technology, led to the emergence of a large group of scientific researchers headed by Yuan Da Druid.
Grain production has just begun to increase by leaps and bounds. Compared with the original varieties, they are like two species.
Now even if we find original varieties such as rice and wheat, cultivating them is still a fantasy.
If you want real large-scale planting to turn tribes from hunting and gathering into agricultural empires, don't even think about it without thousands of years of evolution.
"It's so annoying!"
Tang Xuanming regretted not studying hard at the beginning. He had been exposed to these agricultural knowledge, but he forgot it after graduation.
Now he can only vaguely remember a general idea, and it is simply too difficult for him to actually operate it.
"Tang Xuanming, you are back!"
The girl's clear voice woke Tang Xuanming out of his deep thoughts.
"Ah, Uncle Pihu is here too!"
The girl stuck out her tongue, looking a little shy.
But when facing Tang Xuanming, he recovered quickly and happily pulled Tang Xuanming to leave. At the same time, he said hello to Pihu: "I'll take this silly boy out to have a look. Uncle Hu, you talk to the witch doctor Grandpa."
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Pihu wanted to stop him, but the witch doctor also looked concerned. The matter was at a critical moment, and they didn't want Tang Xuanming to leave like this.
Tang Xuanming still had a good impression of this ignorant and lively girl from the Pi tribe. After all, this girl gave him a lot of help during his most difficult time.
So he struggled to turn around and said: "I will discuss the follow-up matters with you..."
Before he finished speaking, he was dragged away by the girl. The tough girl muttered dissatisfiedly: "I just like to brag and talk about things I don't understand every day. I really thought Uncle Pihu and the witch doctor would listen..."
The two left fighting, leaving Pihu and the witch doctor looking at each other.