In the canoe that Han Cheng was sitting on, he was the only one with the minor from the Fire Tribe who was huddled in a corner of the boat and shivering.
All four oars were placed in the cabin. No one was rowing, but the boat was sailing upstream.
Of course, this is not against the waves, but a rope is tied to the front of the boat. The other end of the rope is tied to the stern of the boat where the senior brother and Shang are rowing together.
This is Han Cheng's intention, the purpose is to isolate this minor and prevent him from contacting his senior brother and others.
On top of the boat, a fire was burning.
There was no need to worry about the wooden canoe being burned by fire, because Han Cheng carefully knocked a hole in the bottom side of an empty clay pot with a stone to make a simple stove.
Under the jar, several thick stones were placed for insulation so that the canoe would not be burned by fire.
Green smoke was rising from the simple stove, and white gas was floating in another large, short clay pot on top.
There is a bitter taste in the air.
What is boiled here is the root that seems to be Bupleurum.
The place where the Bupleurum was grown that was discovered yesterday has not yet been reached. What is being boiled now are the ones that Han Cheng planted in jars and prepared to take back to the tribe.
Han Cheng estimated that time was almost up, and after throwing two more pieces of firewood into the simple stove, he stopped.
After a while, when the fire was no longer burning, I picked up two handfuls of hay, put it into the river water to wet it, put it on the edge of the clay pot above, and poured the little remaining concoction in the clay pot into a large bowl.
inside.
The color is a bit dark, and it looks very similar to the bowl Pan Jinlian drank for Wu Dalang.
After putting the bowl here and waiting for a while, Han Cheng touched the outside of the bowl with his hand. He felt that it was not very hot anymore, so he picked it up and walked towards the minor who huddled up and shivered.
The minor was frightened out of his wits. When he saw Han Cheng walking towards him, he immediately shrank into a corner.
It was already very thin, but when it shrank like this, only a small ball remained.
"Drink it."
Han Cheng worked hard to make his smile friendly and his language softer.
However, the child could not understand what he said, and just looked at him in horror, trembling continuously.
I don't know if it's because I'm too scared or because I have a fever.
Seeing this, Han Cheng stopped talking and put the bowl to his mouth, pretending to drink.
Maybe he felt that there was no scary fire here, maybe he felt that Han Cheng was a minor and would not kill him like those adults, or maybe he understood what Han Cheng meant and added
I'm also hungry.
After Han Cheng put the bowl to his mouth for a while, the child began to open his mouth and drink.
But as soon as I took a sip, I spit it out again. I don't know whether it was because the medicine was too bitter, or I was scared by the hot water I had never drunk before.
He shook his head and didn't want to drink anymore, but after waiting for a while and seeing that Han Cheng kept bringing the bowl to his mouth without moving away, he still drank the water that he had never drunk before with fear.
After drinking, he kept grinning.
Han Cheng smiled when he saw it.
He took out the boiled roots from the jar used for brewing medicine and placed them on the side of the cabin to dry. He washed the jar with water from the river, filled it with some water, put it on a simple stove, and then added firewood to burn it.
After making these, I found some bacon, cut it into as many pieces as possible with a bone knife, and cooked it in a clay pot.
The minor huddled in the corner was no longer as scared as before.
He huddled there, enduring the discomfort in his body, and secretly looked at this minor who was not much older than him and seemed very stable and mysterious.
Watch him use these things he has never seen before to make water that is drinkable but tastes bad.
When he saw the piece of meat in Han Cheng's hand, he was already swallowing saliva. Even if he was not hungry, food like meat was very attractive to him, let alone
He said that he had not eaten much since he became ill.
He wanted to take that tempting piece of meat into his mouth, but he didn't dare to make any other expression other than swallowing his saliva.
In their tribe, meat has always been the food of the strong adults. They, the minors, spend most of their time eating grass and grass seeds to satisfy their hunger.
The smell of cooking meat wafted out, and this strange smell penetrated his nose. He swallowed more saliva, but he did not dare to expect to eat this delicious food.
This person, who doesn't look very fierce and has never been seen before, is already very good if he gives me the bad-tasting water just now.
How could he dare to hope for the rest?
only……
This smells so good...
Under the gaze of this minor who was still thinking about food even though he had a fever, Han Cheng poured the cooked rice, which could barely be called meat porridge, into the bowl that he had washed after holding the medicine.
The sick minor's eyes widened instantly. He looked at Han Cheng, who was smiling at him, and then at the bowl of fragrant meat porridge in front of him, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"eat."
Han Cheng handed the bowl in his hand to the minor, pointed at his mouth, and repeated in his mouth.
"eat?"
After a while, this syllable came out of the minor's mouth, which he didn't understand what it meant.
There was weakness and disbelief in the hoarse voice.
"Well, eat!"
Han Cheng nodded vigorously and moved the bowl closer to him.
The desire for delicious food defeated the fear in my heart.
The little primitive man rolled his eyes and looked at Han Cheng timidly, and took a small sip.
After taking this bite, I couldn't stop anymore. I held the bowl in both hands and ate quickly.
Han Cheng smiled. He had expected this scene a long time ago and deliberately waited until it was almost cold before bringing it to him. Otherwise, after eating this meal, the child would have to peel off a layer of skin on his mouth.
Han Cheng looked at the little primitive man devouring the food with a smile on his face.
This guy, looking at the way he eats, does he look like someone with a high fever?
But it's good to be able to eat. This means that the body is still very healthy. Even without medicine, as long as it is fed with good food and drink, it can still last for a while.
If people from the Fire Tribe are really capable of attacking and running away, they will end up in the fire...
Han Cheng watched for a while, then turned back and washed the pot again. After filling most of the pot with water, he added firewood and burned it.
This guy's body is really dirty and needs a good wash and scrub. Paying attention to hygiene is a great way to prevent diseases.
On the boat not far ahead, bright eyes were looking at the Son of God Shi Wei.
If possible, he would like to come and help in person, but the Son of God does not agree, so he can only watch from there, for fear of missing something.
