Farming in the beast world starts with the cub learning system

Hu Yin was happy and relaxed without having to help him prepare the medicine. Even though he had his apprentice to help him, he tried his best not to do anything he might not do.

He really had a good time boiling medicine and so on, especially in the snowy season when the medicine was boiled with the door closed. The smell was so strong that he almost vomited if he smelled it too much.

Tsk, he is obviously a highly respected great wizard, but his life is boring.

Hu Yin couldn't figure it out, but he wasn't discouraged. He secretly decided to teach everyone in the tribe to make the medicine, so that they wouldn't have to cook it at home. Not only was it time-consuming and labor-intensive, but it also made him sick.

As if a switch was turned on, after sending away the group of orcs who took the initiative to go back and make medicine, people who needed medical treatment began to arrive one after another. They did not make any noise or make a fuss, and obeyed the instructions very well. The efficiency was greatly improved.

The most gratifying thing is that there are many people who are willing to take the medicine home and drink it, so Hu Yin hardly needs to waste any time.

"Master, are you starving? Eat some stew while there are no more patients," Zhu Yuanyuan saw an opening and brought the pot directly.

At this time, we need to pay attention to efficiency. It is faster to eat directly in the pot.

Hu Yin frowned, "How does it look like eating with a pot in hand?"

Most of his image has been ruined, and the rest should be kept well, otherwise he will be embarrassed to see others.

"Okay," Zhu Yuanyuan said obediently, "I'll get you a big bowl."

"No need," Hu Yin waved his hand, "I'll go to the kitchen to eat, and you'll stay here until someone comes to see a doctor."

Zhu Yuanyuan, "..." suddenly had a bad premonition.

Soon she knew why.

Feeling humiliated, Hu Yin took the job of boiling the medicine and stayed in the kitchen without moving. He asked his apprentice to stay in the main room to treat patients. He also asked, "It's best to let them take the medicine home and boil it. Don't let me do it."

Treating a large number of people is already very tiring, so it would be best to live with less.

Zhu Yuanyuan said politely with a straight face, "Master, isn't it good for us to do this?"

"What's wrong? I'm a great witch, not a potion maker," Hu Yin said angrily. "I made so many potions by myself, and my whole body smelled of medicine. I couldn't even sleep well. They just went back and It doesn’t take much time to brew a bowl of medicine.”

"But few in the tribe have medicine jars," Zhu Yuanyuan reminded.

"Take a pot and boil it," Hu Yin pointed to a row of large medicine jars on the small stove. "These new ones you made are not much different from the small pottery pots. They just have an extra spout for pouring medicine."

Hearing this, Zhu Yuanyuan thought it made sense, and nodded in agreement, "Sure, I will tell them, but what if they don't want to?"

She had been accustomed to watching her master prepare medicine since she was a child, but the classification was rough in the past. One medicine was used for colds, fever and diarrhea, one medicine was used for constipation, internal heat and toothache, and then there were plasters to stop bleeding and pain.

Boil a large pot, cover it with a wooden lid when it's done, and scoop it out with a spoon without heating it.

Applying the plaster directly to the affected area is reasonable and durable, but the bitter taste of cold Chinese medicine juice can make people doubt their life. The most important thing is that the sealing conditions are too poor, and the medicinal properties are lost quickly. The longer the storage time, the worse the efficacy.

It's not like the world of cultivating immortals, where you can use formation talismans to keep things fresh, which is just a waste.

It was not easy to go into the mountains to collect herbs, and it was a shameful waste. Zhu Yuanyuan couldn't stand it, so she tried her best to let the master know the difference between the medicinal juice that had just been brewed and the medicinal juice that had been stored for a few days. Then she switched to using a small pot to boil the medicinal juice, and gave it to the patient after it was boiled. drink.

Hu Yin realized the benefits of brewing the herbs and drinking them immediately, but was troubled by the increased time it took to brew the herbs. Fortunately, he had an apprentice to help him.

Before the migration, it was okay. There were only a few hundred or thousands of people in the tribe, and they could handle it no matter how busy they were. But now there are more and more people in the tribe. Every time the snow stops, they are so busy that they can't make it through the day.

No, the problem of boiling medicine must be solved.

"Either they take it back to boil it, or they can find the leader and ask him to give me someone who specializes in boiling medicine," Hu Yin already had an idea.

"Master," Zhu Yuanyuan muttered in a low voice, "You said you wanted me to be responsible for brewing the medicine, but why did you want to find someone else? Do you think you think I'm clumsy enough? But I tried my best..."

Hu Yin said with a long face, "Shut up, don't make any noise, I don't dislike you."

Zhu Yuanyuan said, "Then...

"I've told you to shut up. Can you let me finish my sentence?" Hu Yin asked aggressively.

Zhu Yuanyuan's big eyes nodded obediently, "Yes."

The master's face was darker than the bottom of the pot. It was so scary. She had better listen more, watch more and talk less to avoid being beaten.

Although she was confident that she could beat her master, it was wrong to abuse the elderly.

The apprentice finally became quiet, and Hu Yin breathed a sigh of relief, "There are many people in the tribe, which is usually fine. There are a lot of people coming every day, and we can handle it. But look at it now, every time there is a snow break, the big room is full of people seeking treatment." , I couldn’t even find time to take a breath.”

Zhu Yuanyuan quite agreed and wanted to speak in agreement, but remembered her master's words and quickly covered her mouth with her hands.

"What do you mean?" Hu Yin's tone became a few degrees colder.

Zhu Yuanyuan hurriedly shook her head to show that she was bored. Unfortunately, the master didn't understand and thought that the apprentice was losing his temper again, so he couldn't help but look for a stick to hit him with.

"Ouch~" Zhu Yuanyuan screamed and ran away, "Master, what are you doing? Why did you hit me?"

"If you don't answer my question, who will I hit if I don't hit you?" Hu Yin chased after him, "Don't run away, let me hit him a few times to vent my anger."

Zhu Yuanyuan, "Only a fool would stand still and bear the beating."

It's not like she was in a panic. She ran as fast as she could and tried not to get hit twice.

Hu Yin, "..." Unfilial disciple!

The fight between master and apprentice ended when a patient came to the door. Baiyin, a tall male from the Flying Tiger Tribe, was holding a five-year-old black cub with a look of shock on his face.

The little black cub asked ignorantly, "Dad, why did the big witch hit the little big witch? Was it because she misbehaved and did something bad?"

Baiyin smiled awkwardly and said, "Xiao Hei, don't talk nonsense, the little big witch is behaving well."

Hu Yin, who was dead in the Second Society, simply stopped pretending and retorted coldly, "It would be weird if she was good. Even the Beast God doesn't believe what you said."

"Does Master say this on behalf of the Beast God?" Zhu Yuanyuan huddled in the stairwell and tortured her soul.

Hu Yin was silent. He never received a response from his communication with the beast god. At most, he could sense a vague spiritual thought every time he performed the sacrificial dance, which was fleeting.

So the great witch really didn't dare to say that he could speak on behalf of the orcs.

Seeing this, Zhu Yuanyuan became timid and said with a smile, "There is a cub coming to see the doctor. Master, do you want to see it or should I?"

"Look," Hu Yin turned back to the kitchen expressionlessly, leaving Zhu Yuanyuan and Bai Yin and his son staring at each other.

After a long time, Bai Xiaohei asked innocently, "Little Dawu, can you see a doctor? Can you not let me take the bitter medicine?"

Zhu Yuanyuan agreed without hesitation, "Yes, I will definitely not let you drink medicine later."

Bai Xiaohei grinned when he heard this.

"Little Dawu," Baiyin almost became anxious, "Xiao Hei's whole body is burning. How can he get better without taking medicine?"

"It's okay. I'll grab some medicine for you later," Zhu Yuanyuan replied calmly.

She took the medicine and went back to boil it. She was not the one who told the little black boy to drink the medicine, so naturally nothing would happen.

Baiyin, "..." It's a good idea, don't think about it next time.