I want to be a rice worm through the primitive tribe

At night in the primitive tribe, the starry sky is as clear and beautiful as a fairyland.

In the dark...

The elders and children guarding the tribe stood quietly in front of the "grave bag" and waited for the hunters to return.

When the strange dragging sound spread into the "grave bag" from far to near, the scattered clansmen dragged their tired figures into everyone's sight, and the old people cried out.

It was the clansmen dragging death and the people in their hands with the branches.

Jiang Tu didn't cry, nor did he have time to cry.

The dead are buried, and the living and wounded wait to be treated.

The only people in the clan who can heal people are the wizard and the children who learn from him.

Too many people were injured, and most of the wounds were bitten by wild animals and pierced by mammoths.

There is no surgeon, and Jiang Tu is not a medical student, so he doesn't know how to deal with this situation.The only thing that comes to mind is to sterilize them with saline.

The salt with blood was quickly put to use. Jiang Tu took the wizard's apprentice, Zi Zi, to make physiological saline to disinfect and clean the wounds for everyone.

After cleaning the wound, Jiang Tu saw a long torn gash on the man's chest extending from the left chest to the right rib, and the wound was bleeding ferociously.

The wizard and Zi fiddled with unknown herbs and began to apply them on the wounds of the people on their hands.

Jiang Tu sterilized his hands with the saline solution he made, and took the initiative to apply medicine to the people on his hands with the wizard.

Jiang Tu was afraid that the injured person's wound would worsen, so he asked the wizard if there was any good way.

"Put the medicine on and wait for them to get better on their own."

There is no good way for wizards.

They have treated wounds like this since they can remember, relying on their own self-healing ability to hear the wounds again and again.

"You don't have any herbs here that you can drink, and the wound worsens after drinking them?"

The wizard shook his head again. "Only this kind of grass left by the previous wizard."

The wise man who took his people to bury the dead returned.

The tribe was brightly lit, and there were rows of wounded people on the sacrificial altar, some were unconscious, some were moaning.

"How about it?"

"The wound is too deep." There was nothing the wizard could do.

"Wise man, call the uninjured people to come over, and each of them will follow me into the mountain with torches. The old people are boiling water, and take out all the pots, and wait for me to come back."

"Wizard, you give me the grass you painted for them."

After Jiang Tu finished speaking, the wise man and the wizard acted separately.

Soon the wizard came back first, and gave Jiang Tu two kinds of grass.

Jiang Tu looked it up on his mobile phone, and found that the two kinds were Panax notoginseng and Puhuang, both of which are traditional Chinese medicines used to stop bleeding and treat trauma.

These two can also be taken internally.

"Wizard, you boil this medicine and give it to them to drink." Jiang Tu gave the dandelion to the wizard, "Grind it up and give it to them to drink."

Jiang Tu gave the wizard the approximate grammage stated on the phone.

While speaking, the wise man had already brought his clansmen who could still move.

"Eat something first, and follow me into the mountains with torches and Mao." Jiang Tu wanted to find some anti-inflammatory herbs and tonics such as ginseng or Polygonum multiflorum.

Knowing that they were going to save people, everyone took the jerky and went on the road without delay.

Because the torches made the mountains and forests as bright as day, all kinds of birds and wild insects were disturbed by the people rushing into the mountains.

"One person holds a long stick or grass in one hand and pushes away the grass in front of the snake, so that no snake bites it. There are torches, and most wild animals dare not attack, so look for them separately according to the above, in groups of three, no matter whether they are or not, Take them all back."

Jiang Tu explained what kind of ginseng and Polygonum multiflorum is needed one by one, and then everyone dispersed to find it.

Jiang Tu still followed the man and woman, and the two of them guarded Jiang Tu like bodyguards.

The bright torches flickered Jiang Tu's delicate face, but it was this immature face that showed the extraordinarily reassuring tribal personality.

Because they believed that Seth was sent from heaven to save them.

They believe it.

The medicine is not easy to find, but Jiang Tu came across Hericium erinaceus, medlar, Schisandra, these are also good things, Jiang Tu picked them all.

Dried goji berries can be soaked in boiling water or chrysanthemum to treat fatigue, sore waist and knees, decreased vision, dizziness and tinnitus.

Schisandra is also dried and soaked in water to drink. It can nourish yin and strengthen essence, protect the liver and protect the liver.

In addition, schisandra can also strengthen the surface and stop sweating, promote body fluid and quench thirst, nourish the kidney and calm the heart. Taking schisandra in an appropriate amount can enhance the detoxification function of the liver, protect the heart, lower blood pressure, and lower blood lipids.

Jiang Tu and the others walked a long way, and finally found ginseng on a mountain. Polygonum multiflorum was found in the innermost part of the mountain. It was a virgin deep forest that had not been mined. Here, ginseng was everywhere like weeds.

Jiang Tu knelt on the ground excitedly, slowly digging the ginseng in the soft black soil with both hands. "That's it, all the ones that bloom under your feet."

Jiang Tu told the middlemen to dig carefully.

I heard that ginseng can run, but I don't know if it is true. There is no red string here. Jiang Tu can only hold the head of ginseng firmly with one hand, and pick up the soil with the other hand. "Be careful, he'll burrow into the dirt."

Lu stuck the torch on the ground, squatted beside Jiang Tu, and dug up another one beside him.

Although the process was tense, Jiang Tu found that the black soil was particularly soft, and ginseng was easy to dig.

After a while, the ginseng was dug out, and Jiang Tu put it into the basket. Afraid that the ginseng would really run away, Jiang Tu asked Li to look at the basket.

This side of the road is also very easy. Others have dispersed and started digging when they saw similar ones.

However, there are not many Polygonum multiflorum, and this thing has deep roots. Jiang Tu dug one and gave up. Not to mention the trouble, the time wasted is worse than digging a few more ginseng trees.

The ginseng ginger map can't tell how old it is, but wild ginseng is as long as the palm of your hand, and the two fingers are so thick when put together, Jiang Tu guesses that it should be quite old.

Li guarded the basket, staring at the ginseng for a long time, and always felt that the ginseng in his sight was moving.

He just heard from Jiang Tu that ginseng would burrow into the soil, so Li hurriedly picked up the basket and put it in his arms.

Jiang Tu was still excited at the beginning of ginseng, but as he picked up more ginseng, Jiang Tu became numb.

Jiang Tu not only picked the herbs he needed, but also picked all the herbs that he found useful. Along the way, he came across wild fruits, chestnuts, walnuts, etc., all of which were collected by Jiang Tu.

For Jiang Tu, these are all treasures, treasures to save lives.

Jiang Tu weaved two baskets for the two people who followed him to carry them, and put all the things they picked up in them.

The two people following Jiang Tu watched what Jiang Tu picked up and they picked up whatever.

Two baskets were full and Jiang Tu weaved two more baskets.

This time the main thing is to eat, fungus, Chinese toon, the focus is on various eggs, wild fowl eggs, bird eggs...