Han Cheng looked at the still vast Dongfang and nodded slightly.
It was indeed time to go back.
It's just that I feel a little unwilling to go back like this. People are so contradictory sometimes.
"We'll go down another day, stop tomorrow afternoon, and start returning the day after tomorrow..."
The senior brother and others actually want to go back now, but since Han Cheng said this, they will naturally have no objections.
The atmosphere in the team is much more relaxed and cheerful than before. Although we can't go back directly now, we at least know the day when we can return to the tribe, and we have hope in our hearts.
On the way back to the river bank from Wangdong Mountain, Han Cheng suddenly squatted down and looked at the plant in front of him with a puzzled expression.
Seeing this, the senior brother and others also stopped and looked at Han Cheng and the plants in front of Han Cheng with joy on their faces.
They didn't know what this thing was, but judging from the reaction of the Son of God, they knew that it was most likely a good thing.
If it can be confirmed that these grasses are that kind of thing, then it is indeed a good thing for the Qingqu tribe, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a treasure.
The name of this thing is Bupleurum.
Han Cheng didn't know the specific functions of Bupleurum, but he remembered one thing very clearly, which was to reduce fever!
In later generations, Bupleurum has always been a very important medicinal material in traditional Chinese medicine. It is commonly used to reduce fever. Han Cheng had taken this medicine several times before, so he was deeply impressed by Bupleurum.
The important role of such a blind medicinal material for the current Qingque tribe is naturally self-evident.
The only thing that makes people uncomfortable is that he has only seen the dried Bupleurum and the Bupleurum with fine yellow flowers.
It's late spring now, and the difference between the low grass in front of me and the more than one meter tall Bupleurum with yellow flowers is really huge.
It's just that the leaves look similar, both are similar to bamboo leaves.
I shouldn't go out at this time on my trip. I should wait until the Dragon Boat Festival or autumn before I go out. Many plants have already grown up, making it much easier to identify them.
Han Cheng seemed a little helpless as he thought.
Everyone saw that Han Cheng was just looking at the grass and pondering without saying anything. After waiting for a while, they couldn't help but ask.
Han Chengcheng said this to them.
After hearing Han Cheng say that this might be a medicinal material that could cure diseases, everyone's eyes immediately lit up.
In the past, their way of dealing with diseases was very simple, that is, to fight hard.
If you can resist, you can continue to live. If you cannot resist, you will die.
It's said that it's hard to resist, but to put it bluntly, it's almost like waiting to die.
This situation has changed to a certain extent since Han Cheng came here.
Everyone knows that if you have a disease, in addition to hard resistance, you can also use other methods to treat it.
At this time, I heard that the grass in front of me can be used to treat diseases. Is there any reason to be unhappy?
But after Han Cheng said that he was not sure whether it was Bupleurum or not, everyone's enthusiasm was extinguished a lot.
Everyone was scratching their heads, trying to think of a way to verify the medicine that the Son of God said.
"Son of God, I'm coming..."
Liang stood up, patted his chest and told Han Cheng that he could try it.
Han Cheng thought for a while and shook his head and refused. He wanted to verify whether this thing was Bupleurum. You couldn't tell by just tasting it.
The best way is to prescribe the right medicine.
Thinking about Liang stripping off his clothes and swimming in the still cold water, catching a cold and fever, and then making medicine for him with something that looked like Bupleurum, and then Liang dying, Han Cheng's face couldn't help but twitch.
smoke.
Liang would not do it under any circumstances to test the authenticity of this medicine with his own life.
He also hoped that a qualified doctor would appear in the tribe.
Seeing Shenzi shaking his head in refusal, Liang became a little anxious. Ever since he was brought into this pit by Han Cheng and made great aspirations, he has become more and more obsessed with finding useful medicinal materials for the tribe to use.
He tasted a lot of plants in private, but he couldn't find any medicinal materials. Instead, he found three edible wild vegetables for the tribe...
Now that he learned from Han Cheng that the thing in front of him was likely to be of great use in curing diseases, how could he endure it?
He didn't care much about what the Son of God said about the possibility of being poisoned to death. He had already tasted so many things, and he was still living well now?
After repeatedly begging Han Cheng but still refusing, Liang secretly picked some somewhere else and stuffed it into his mouth.
It was tender, juicy, not too bitter, and tasted better than most things he had tasted...
It's just that he really can't taste whether this is just a medicinal material or whether it can cure diseases...
His mouth was full of green grass juice, and he looked like he was about to cry.
After thinking for a while, Han Cheng suddenly smiled and slapped himself twice on the forehead.
I'm really digging into the bull's horns. Since I can't identify them at this time, I'll wait and see when these things grow up. When the time comes, I can tell whether they are Bupleurum or not.
With this thought in mind, he stood up and prepared to leave. After thinking about it, he asked his senior brother to dig out some with the bone shovel he carried with him and took him to the boat.
In order to ensure that these things suspected to be Bupleurum can be planted, I brought a lot of "old mother's soil" when digging.
There were empty clay pots containing 'pork skin jelly' on the ship, which were just perfect to use as vases to plant these plants.
The four canoes set sail again, leaving here and heading downstream.
Quietness has returned here again, leaving only a simple flag with a blue bird painted on it, waving here and there from time to time.
The people of the Bone Tribe lit a bonfire and sat around in a relatively open place to eat food.
When there is a fire at night, those wild animals usually don't dare to come.
The leader of the Bone Tribe stuffed food into his mouth and was not in a good mood.
On the one hand, they did not see the herd of deer that the man in the tribe mentioned today, and on the other hand, the food they carried was much less.
Some tingling sensations on his hands brought him back to consciousness slightly. They were caused by digging into wood to make fire.
The pain in his hand reminded him of the way the tribesmen drilled wood to make fire. An old man could actually drill fire, and it was easier than himself...
When I think about it like this, many things about that tribe can't help but come to mind.
Rich food, lots of it, pottery, delicious salt that requires a lot of things from the tribe to exchange...
Thinking like this, while admiring and admiring each other, a kind of anger suddenly rose in my heart - why can they have so many things? Why should they exchange so many things...
The orange-red bonfire flickered, reflecting the somewhat indignant face of the leader of the Bone Tribe...
