I want to be a rice worm through the primitive tribe

Sitting next to the man, Jiang Tu stared blankly at the man.

The man closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes stretched out in a long silhouette on the lower eyelid, and his resolute and masculine face was full of small cuts. Jiang Tu touched the man's brow bone with distress.

"Why are you so stupid..."

In order to protect me, stupid, resolutely die.

I'm really not your Osez, I feel so guilty that you protect me so much...

Jiang Tu's eyes were moist, and tears fell silently.

Slowly let out a long breath from his throat, Jiang Tu finally knew what it was like to be distressed, it was a kind of twitching, as if his heart was about to burst in the next moment.

Jiang Tu cried and looked up at the sky above his head.

If you really want me to save these primitive people, then please bless them all to survive healthily, God!

I don't know whether they heard Jiang Tu's prayer or the herbs had an effect. By dawn, all the people had no fever, and those who were slightly injured woke up. The wizard fed them and fell asleep again.

There were also two men who were seriously injured and didn't wake up.

Jiang Tu has been busy making salt, marinating meat, and processing and preserving the precious medicinal materials collected according to the preservation methods on the encyclopedia.

From time to time, Jiang Tu looked at the man, and the man was still falling asleep. The fever that Jiang Tu was worried about did not appear, but Jiang Tu did not feel relieved.

Jiang Tu, who had been busy all night without sleep and stayed up all night with red eyes, convened a simple pergola on the altar to prevent the sun from shining on the injured.

Just as the sun came out, Jiang Tu made a fire and started cooking.

There were still a lot of wild vegetables picked yesterday, as well as wild fruits. Jiang Tu took out the wild fruits for everyone to eat as snacks.

The old people couldn't eat, and they all looked sad.

The children knew that the tribe had died, but they were too young, so they ate happily without knowing what to eat.

"Ou Saizi, you eat." Bei timidly took the fruit to Jiang Tu.

Jiang Tu pulled the corners of his mouth and showed a pale smile. "You eat, I'm not hungry."

"Oh..." Bei withdrew his hand and looked at Ou Saizi. Bei always felt that Ou Saizi seemed to be crying, but Bei did not find Ou Saizi crying.

No matter what, they had to fill their stomachs. The women washed the dishes, learned Jiang Tu's cooking method, and started making breakfast.

Stir-fried meat with bracken and mushrooms, and the women also made some mushroom soup.

Lu roasted some meat, and made a lot of each, fearing that it would not be enough, Jiang Tu then fried, scrambled eggs with Chinese toon, scrambled eggs with wild onions.

Finally stewed chestnut stewed wild fowl.

Dozens of people with enough food are enough to eat. Last night, the remaining people participated in wild fowl ginger and continued to stew. The blood-enriching liver soup and ginger were shared among everyone.

Ginseng Polygonum multiflorum, Lycium barbarum, Schisandra, and Ginger are dried in the sun and saved for later use.

Last night, Jiang Tu wanted to use all the tonics for men. Fortunately, he was still a little sensible, and he knew that too much tonic would easily ruin a person.

The people of the whole tribe were covered with sorrow, and the smell of food did not ease their heavy hearts in the slightest.

Sick people are sick, and living people have to continue to live. Even if they feel sad, they still have to live their lives as usual, but they also have to eat as usual.

Jiang Tu also had no appetite, but in order not to fall down, he forced himself to eat breakfast.

If the fungus is not eaten, it needs to be dried and eaten.

After eating, Jiang Tu asked the old people to tell the fungus to dry on the woven curtain, and told them that the fungus must be dried before eating.

Baskets and curtains have become popular in the tribe now. These two things are very useful, and every household cannot do without them.

The salt crystal ginger picture has been processed, and now it can be eaten directly. Tell the tribe how to use salt and other uses, and the tribe will remember them one by one.

The meat brought back by Jiang Tu had someone bury it with salt last night. The meat can be preserved for a long time after eating the salt. There is a lot of meat, so don't worry about it being spoiled if you can't finish it.

After finishing the work, Jiang Tu began to plan for a place to store food. Jiang Tu found a place in the shade behind the "grave bag" for people to dig a hole.

This pit, Jiang Tu prepared it as a cellar to store food.

After finding the location, the young and middle-aged people began to dig holes with those sharp stones.

While digging a hole here, Jiang Tu thought of the walnuts and chestnuts he brought back last night.

These two things need to be dried, Jiang Tu hurried to tell the old people how to make these two things, and how to eat these two things.

After Jiang Tu and the old people spread out the chestnuts and walnuts to dry, he just got up when his eyes suddenly went dark.

"O Seth!"

Jiang Tu felt himself being pulled up, and someone kept calling him, with anxious and worried voices.

After a while, Jiang Tu woke up.

Jiang Tu's fall scared the people around him, and he almost cried while holding Jiang Tu.

"I'm fine, I just got up too fast, my brain is starved of oxygen, don't worry."

Jiang Tu knew that he was not well rested and had some anemia, so the problem should not be serious.

Primitive people can't understand what is the lack of oxygen in the brain, and Jiang Tu is not explaining.

"Keep going, I'll go and see the wind."

After being busy for a while, Jiang Tu had time to come over to see the man.

The man's eyes were still closed, and nothing could be seen from the wound on his chest covered by the thick medicine.

Jiang Tu was very worried that the wound would be infected and suppurated, so he tried to disinfect it with saline as much as possible last night.

However, because it was too crude, Jiang Tu didn't know how high the bacteria level of the saline was.

His brows were furrowed all the time, Jiang Tu's fair and tender complexion turned a dull yellow in just one night, his face was tired and vicissitudes as if he was ten years older.

It was just one night, and Jiang Tu felt that the man's face was more prominent.

The scenes of getting along with the man came to Jiang Tu's mind, his nose was sore again, Jiang Tu held back his tears and kissed the man's forehead distressedly.

"Get well soon, I believe you will be fine."

"I plan to spend my whole life with you in this primitive society, you can't leave me behind."

"Why do you think you are so stupid, big fool..."

The man fell asleep, Jiang Tu didn't know what else to do, he could only sit beside the man and chattered to him.

The wizard and the wise man felt sorry for Jiang Tu, who worked tirelessly for the tribe, and felt sorry for Jiang Tu and Feng.

"Osez, go to sleep." The wise man came over to persuade Jiang Tu.

After a busy night without rest, the wise man was worried about Jiang Tu's health.

Jiang Tu shook his head and stood up from the man's side. "No, I'm going into the mountains to gather and come back, and I need to find more food."

"You, you have such a body..."

Jiang Tu stopped the wise man's persuasion. "It's okay, I will pay attention."

Jiang Tu doesn't want to rest, and he can't rest. The tribe needs food, and the patients need medicinal materials. He is the only one who can find food and medicinal materials other than meat. Jiang Tu wants to take good care of his tribe for the patriarch, the man, before the man wakes up...