Quick Transmigration: The Harvest God, I'm Very Busy

Chapter 345 Primitive Farming Records (12)

Wu's expression when he ate nightshade berries showed that he was quite satisfied with the fruit.After eating, he twisted a small thistle and looked at it again and again. With some doubts and a happy expression, he said softly: "Does it really have the effect of stopping bleeding and relieving pain? This is just an ordinary grass."

The raw materials used in witch medicine are all spiritual flowers and rare herbs. For small and medium tribes like them, it is very difficult to obtain medicinal materials.Therefore, the witch medicine in the clan must not be used lightly as a last resort.

But the green soul is different in Wu's heart.

The dream she talked about that day only deepened Wu's expectations of her.

Maybe the Jiushan tribe will really change because of this child.

Wu hoped that things would get better, not worse.

All these years, he has been watching.

Qinghun saw that Wu picked up the bone knife and was about to stab him. The frightened Qinghun hurriedly stopped him: "Wu, if you want to test the medicine, let me do it."

After speaking, he grabbed the bone knife and slashed his arm.

What's the matter, although the physique of primitive people is really good, even if the knife is drawn by oneself, it still really hurts.

The witch's eyes were full of smiles, and he took out a small stone mortar, smashed the thistle with a pestle, and applied it to the wound on Qinghun's arm.

After a while, not only the bleeding stopped, but even the pain was relieved.

Wu nodded: "Yes, it is indeed effective. As for the other medicinal effects you mentioned, we will have to wait and see. Well, well, let me take a look at the white sweet potato you mentioned."

Qinghun took a bone knife and peeled off the skin of the melon, revealing the crystal clear white flesh inside. He cut a piece and let Wu taste it.

Although crisp and refreshing, there is not much sweetness.

Qinghun said: "Staying it for a while should increase the sweetness, and it can be eaten in soup. This is a root that has not yet matured. I think that when it is mature, the fruit of the root should be bigger and more delicious."

Nowadays, there is no such thing as cooking or steaming vegetables, so Qinghun only said that it can cook soup.

Wu was actually very happy. If, as Qing Hun said, this stuff was harvested after maturity and the fruits were bigger, it would indeed solve part of the food shortage problem.In particular, this white sweet potato can be stored for a long time, which is really important.

In fact, during the hunting season, the nearly [-] warriors in the clan, together with the food collected by ordinary clansmen, can completely solve the problem of food shortage.However, due to the lack of means to store food, food during the snow season can only be stored in the limited time before the snow season. This is the main reason why the tribesmen suffer from hunger in winter.

But no matter how happy he is, he is also a witch, and his expression is still very calm, only his tone reveals his good mood: "Good boy, you are doing well."

Because there is no underwear, Qinghun can't be as unrestrained as primitive people, so she has always used the way of kneeling and sitting. It was only in the primitive society that she realized that the ancients chose to kneel and sit. In today's society, people don't wear underwear.

This feeling is really soul-stirring.

Fortunately, kneeling on the animal skin doesn't hurt my knees.

Qing Hun just wanted to tell Wu such good news, and also asked him to do things in the future to increase his weight. After achieving his goal, he saw that Wu had no other orders, so he planned to go back.Can't afford to hurt my knees.Kneel less if you can.It is enough to come here every morning to study Maha and kneel for such a long time.

Qinghun got up: "Wu, I'm going back."

Wu waved his hand: "Wait a minute."

When he took a roll of animal skin from the animal skin mat in the corner and handed it to Qing Hun, Qing Hun was still puzzled.

When I opened it, I saw several kinds of herbs painted on the top scroll, and five to six kinds were painted on each of the animal skin scrolls below.

There are a dozen or so animal skin scrolls, and there are dozens of herbs in total.

Qinghun was puzzled: "Witch?"

"Take two volumes back and read them carefully. When I come over tomorrow morning, I will explain to you the medicinal properties of each herb. After writing them all down, I will pick up new animal skin rolls until I have read them all."

The herbs in it, except for a ginseng-like one, Qinghun basically doesn't know.

But she is still very happy to have the opportunity to learn.In a completely strange world, learn as much as possible about the world in order to protect your life and live better.

Qinghun solemnly said: "Yes, Wu, I will work hard to learn this knowledge. If I see medicinal herbs outside, I will definitely bring them back to Wu to have a look."

A smile appeared on Wu's face: "Good boy."

Qinghun took two animal skin rolls and returned to the stone house where he lived.

To be honest, the painting on this animal skin scroll is really too abstract.Fortunately, she only needs to memorize the shape now. After the witch taught her the properties and names of each medicine, if she can find it outside and see the real thing, she will naturally be able to deepen her impression.

Just draw it yourself in the future.This thing is used for teaching, it is too bad.

After returning, Qinghun saw that there was no water in the stone jar, so he had to fetch water from the pool.

Without buckets, we had to use heavy small stone jars and transport them three or four times to fill up the big stone jars at home, which was also quite pitiful.

However, she only intends to take two trips.It's all about exercising.The water she uses for her own food can only use space water. Now that she has a whole lake, she has no shortage of this water.

After returning, Qinghun cooked a small pot of broth for himself. Although the flat stone pot was made, there was no fresh meat to roast, and there was no oil at home, so it would be better to cook dried meat in soup.

She thought about it, if she was lucky, she could pick up some eggs outside, and it would be nice to fry an egg in a flat stone pan.

Unfortunately, for now, this can only be fantasy.

Then there's the issue of underwear.

As a visitor from the civilized world, she feels that everything here is good, the only thing that is not good is probably the clothes.

Obviously, there are all kinds of materials and styles of clothes in the space, but there is no way to take them out to wear.

Only knee-high animal skins are included, and the weather is getting hotter. This feeling is really, what a mess.

Wu has sackcloth on her body. It can be seen that other tribes should have a simple weaving technique, and there is no other way for the time being. Why don't you ask your uncle to help her get some sackcloth when the trade fair comes back, and at least make a few clothes. Underwear.Otherwise, this day is really impossible.

Qing Hun ate in the house. He took out a basket of steamed dumplings and ate them with the broth. After washing the bowl, he started to pack the thistles and nightshade branches he had picked today.

After washing with water, put it on the floor under the shed to dry. After two days in the sun, collect the foam and keep it for later use.As for those white sweet potatoes, I cut one and put it in when the broth was cooking at night. The cooked ones were quite delicious, and the rest were piled up outside the stone house by Qinghun.

Seeing that it was still early, people who came to learn how to weave would not be able to come until later, she took some saponin leaves and went to the stream.

I found a place where the clansmen would not easily set foot, took off the animal fur clothes, dipped in the stream water, took a comfortable bath, and washed my hair again. (first update)
(End of this chapter)