Farmer sister: Escape from wilderness and farm with Lingquan space

"Chief, what's the matter? How are you?"

Bama, who had just fallen asleep in the cabin next door, rushed over immediately.

In order to take good care of the chief, he has already developed a skill, that is, no matter how deep he sleeps, he can wake up immediately if there is any movement from the chief.

He rushed into the chief's wooden house, lit the animal oil lamp skillfully, and saw the chief beating his head in pain.

"The chief is sick again!"

Bama immediately rushed out to call the witch doctor, regardless of whether it was midnight or early morning.

Soon, the witch doctor, who was still sleeping soundly in the animal skin quilt, was directly carried over by Bama, who was as tall as a hill, and the wooden door was closed again.

At this time, many tribesmen living nearby heard the chief's cry of pain and ran over here.

"Why is the chief sick again?"

"Quick, quick, quick! Call the witch doctor!"

"The witch doctor has been invited by Bama and has just entered the house."

"The chief must not let anything happen to him!"

"Almighty God! I pray devoutly with my body, my heart, and my life, asking God to keep the chief safe and sound!"

"May the gods bless the chief's health! If you want to sacrifice my body in exchange for the chief's safety, I have no regrets!"

The tribesmen gathered around the door of the wooden house anxiously. Many people prostrated on the ground and prayed devoutly. Some were even willing to sacrifice themselves in exchange for the chief's safety.

Over the years, Chief Batus led the Butulu tribe to cultivate land on the island and raise pheasants, wild ducks and wild boars in captivity.

They were also taught to use earthen pots and stone pots to cook cooked food, and to sew clothes with the furs of wild animals and the down and feathers of pheasants and wild birds.

Teach them fighting moves, teach them literacy and arithmetic, teach them to use the beautiful stones produced on the island and the beads found in the sea shells to exchange for food, cloth and ironware with passing merchant ships...

Since Batus became the leader of their tribe, the Butulu tribe has achieved rapid development that they have not experienced in the past few hundred years, allowing them to learn a lot of new knowledge and see a lot of new things.

Let them understand that the world is not just a vast sea and a few surrounding islands. There is also a very vast land in very far away places, with countless countries and tribes, and various races and civilizations.

These islanders have respected the chief for generations and followed the chief's words as if they were divine decrees.

However, Chief Batus is their most respected chief, bar none!

There are thousands of people in the tribe, except for the old chief Busadi, his daughter Blinka and a dozen of their cronies, almost everyone worships Chief Batus.

Seeing that Chief Battus was getting sick again, they were all nervous and worried.

"How is Bartus?"

Not far away, a woman hurried over holding a torch, the bells on her body ringing crisply as she moved.

There were two naked-chested strong men beside her, and the woman's voice was hoarse with emotion. It could be seen that the three of them were doing something just now, but they were interrupted by Chief Batus' cry of pain.

As soon as the woman embraced by the two strong men came over, everyone made way for her.

This woman is exactly the woman who went to Fire Island with the chief to look for red fire ants last time. She is also the old chief's daughter Blinka.

Without waiting for anyone present to answer, she walked straight to the door, opened the wooden door and walked in.

"Witch doctor, how is Battus?"

Seeing that the witch doctor was checking the chief's condition, Blinka asked directly.

The witch doctor looked at the chief's eyes, turned around and replied: "The chief's brain disease has occurred again, and it is more serious than before."

When Blinka heard this, a flash of worry and an inexplicable light flashed in her eyes: "Then let him get better quickly!"

The witch doctor hesitated: "But if you take too much of that medicine, it will paralyze your brain. You will not be so smart in the future, and you may even become a fool."

The witch doctor also thinks about the future of the tribe. After all, with the chief here, their tribe will have a brighter future.

If the chief's mind becomes dumber and dumber, who will lead them to a better life in the future?

Blinka didn't think too much. She was only worried about one thing and urged: "But haven't you seen that he is already feeling very uncomfortable? If you don't give him medicine, are you going to let him die of pain?"

She didn't care if his brain was bright or not, it was better if he wasn't!

Now it was because he was so smart that he rejected himself again and again. Even though he was the sexiest and most beautiful woman in the tribe, he was not interested in her at all and rejected his advances again and again.

If he were to make his brain stupider and completely unable to remember the past, would he no longer resist his approach?

Blinka thought and excitedly urged the witch doctor: "Unless you have a better way, give him medicine now! He has done so much for everyone, is it possible that he will not be smart in the future? , can’t help you, so you don’t respect him?”

Blinka's aggressive words made the witch doctor unable to resist.

In the end, he could only sigh, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a dark pill that exuded a strong strange smell, opened the chief's mouth, and fed the pill in.

Bama on the side quickly let go of the chief, went to the side to get a wooden cup, poured a glass of water and fed it to the chief.

Soon, the chief who was beating his head crazily stopped, leaned back, and fell heavily back on the bed.

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the calm chief, each with their own thoughts in their hearts.

"Okay, now that the chief is fine, let's go back to sleep. Bama, you stay here tonight and take good care of the chief."

Blinka ordered Bama, looking aloof.

"Yes! Bama won't sleep tonight. He must take good care of the chief."

Bama lowered his head and agreed. He felt very guilty. It was because he failed to take good care of the chief and made him tired that he fell ill.

Blinka glared at Bama with disgust, turned around and went back with the two strong men to continue the unfinished business.

The witch doctor sighed, told Bama to take good care of the chief, and then turned around and left the wooden house, returning to his own wooden house to rest.

The tribesmen at the door saw the witch doctor coming out and quickly asked about the chief's condition.

When they heard that the chief had taken medicine and rested, they felt relieved and went back to sleep in twos and threes.

In the wooden house, only Bama and the chief, who was lying on the bed unaware of anyone else, were left.

Bama was about to lean over and cover the chief with a quilt more tightly, but the person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, startling Bama.

"Chief, are you awake?"

Bama asked in surprise.

The chief did not speak, but pointed to the cup on the wooden table next to him.

Bama thought the chief wanted to drink water, so he quickly got up and went to pour water.

When Bama turned around, the chief immediately spit out the contents of his mouth onto a small piece of animal skin in his hand and stuffed it into his bed.