"Hey, can a fat goose have an egg a day" Walking on the neat street, Ji Wenming, who was dressed in coarse cloth, was completely like a farmer's uncle, and picked up a fat goose that swayed past on the side of the road, and touched its buttocks hard.
"Yes, these animals of our tribe are strong."
An old man smiled so much that his face was full of folds, and he caressed the feathers of the fat goose in Ji Wenming's hand with great care: "They, they can lay an egg every day, and the dolls eat it, and they become strong." ” Ji Wenming dropped the fat goose and walked side by side with several old people, laughing and chatting as he walked.
From how many people the tribe has, how many strong men and how many children, how many dolls were born last year, how many dolls failed to survive the disaster and died, how many acres of land the tribe has newly opened, how much food can be harvested this year, etc., there are many daily affairs of a tribe, and the old people can always talk together.
Gradually, Ji Hao also listened attentively.
Although Ji Wenming was chatting with the old people, some new things would pop up from time to time in his words.
For example, how to make there fewer weeds in the field, how to make more seeds germinate, how to make poultry fatter, how to avoid diseases in some livestock, how to weave stronger and more practical fishing nets, how to build some more convenient agricultural tools, and so on.
Even Ji Wenming casually spit out a few ready-made prescriptions for the elderly, some of which helped mothers treat qi and blood deficiency, some dispersed parasites in the body, and some treated children's night crying and spasms.
Several old people hurriedly memorized the prescription that Ji Wenming said in their hearts.
Ji Hao also noticed that an old man had spread his legs and ran towards the largest wooden house in the middle of the tribe as fast as he could.
According to the rules of the Southern Wilderness, the largest wooden house in the middle of the tribe is the residence of the highest status witch priest and elder in the tribe.
After a while, more than a dozen witch priests and elders greeted each other along the street, and greeted each other warmly.
Ji Hao looked at these gray-haired old men very seriously.
Different from the witch sacrifices of the Southern Wilderness tribe, these old people's clothes are very neat, their appearance is more dignified and gentle, and the aura on their bodies is more gentle and leisurely.
Even the magical power exuded by them is very different from that of the witch sacrifices of the Southern Wilderness tribe.
The Southern Wilderness Witch Festival is better at communicating with the ghosts and gods in the mountains and forests.
It can control all kinds of ghosts, poisonous insects and beasts, so the breath on the body is fierce and ruthless, and some old witch sacrifices are infected by all kinds of evil spirits, and they are born like ghosts, which is enough to scare the crying filial son.
But these witch sacrifices and elders in the land of the Middle Continent.
Their magical aura is much cleaner.
Their strength is closer to the origin fluctuations of various heaven and earth vitality, and the witchcraft and magic powers they are good at are obviously not the same as the Southern Wilderness.
These witch priests and elders were accompanied by warriors of the highest rank in the tribe.
Ji Hao also subconsciously compared them with the people he was familiar with, the warrior aura of these tribes was more gentle and generous, although there were also very powerful witches among them, but they did not have the aggressive edge of the warriors of the Southern Wilderness tribe.
"The gap between the savage tribe and the farming civilization is here."
Ji Hao observed carefully for a long time, shook his head and giggled and secretly laughed.
Ji Wenming has a heart-wrenching affinity, and he and these elders and witch priests have become old friends in a few words, and everyone is laughing and laughing.
The people of this tribe already regard Ji Hao and the three of them as best friends.
Just when the great elder of the tribe warmly invited Ji Hao and the three of them to enjoy the banquet, a large commotion suddenly came from in the distance.
With the sound of hurried footsteps, dozens of sturdy men rushed over with a few men covered in blood and blue-black skin.
Far away, a big man shouted in panic: "Help, help Brother Tieshan, they were bitten by a poisonous water snake, and they are almost out of breath."
I said the other day that a group of poisonous snakes came out of nowhere in the river, and you don't believe it."
A group of big men ran like the wind.
Soon he ran over with a few big men who had been bitten by poisonous snakes.
The injured man still had a large basket made of bamboo strips hanging from his waist, and there were live fish beating in it.
Obviously, the injured people were accidentally bitten by poisonous snakes while fishing in the river.
And the size of these venomous snakes is very fixed.
The fangs were the size of an adult's fingers, and black blood was constantly bubbling out.
"Quick, help, Great Elder, Great Witch Sacrifice, help," a group of big men shouted.
He looked at a few old witches with huge animal skin pockets around their waists.
Several old witch priests hurriedly surrounded the wounded, and after some examination, they all shook their heads with ugly expressions.
"The poison is too violent, it has penetrated deep into the internal organs, and it is too late to treat it," one of the oldest witch priests said bitterly, "Find a way to destroy those poisonous snakes."
This toxicity is too strong to be cured. ” Ji Hao tore away the two big men in front of him and squatted in front of the injured.
He dipped his fingers in the black plasma from the wounded man's wounds, and tapped the tip of his tongue to the tip of his tongue amid the horrified cries of several old witch priests.
The tip of his tongue suddenly froze, and then a strong feeling of paralysis came up.
"Fortunately, people can be saved if they don't die" Ji Hao took out three herbs from the bag on his waist with a calm expression, stuffed them into his mouth and chewed them heavily.
An old witch priest hissed and exclaimed, "These are all highly poisonous herbs, spider blood grass, blue-edged flowers, rotten heart grass, doll, you don't want to die" Ji Hao quickly chewed the blades of grass to shreds, and then spat out the black saliva, spitting the mixture of saliva and grass juice on the wounds of several injured people.
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With a snort, the poisonous grass juice burrowed into the wound like a living thing, and soon the black plasma gushing out of the wound turned dark red, and quickly turned bright red, obviously the poison in the blood had been dissolved.
"Highly poisonous herbs can also save people," Ji Hao looked at these stunned old witch priests and said indifferently: "Well, you probably don't have much to do with poisonous insects and poisonous snakes on weekdays."
In my hometown, which tribe does not have to be bitten by poisonous insects and poisonous snakes seven or eight times a year, although this snake venom is violent, but the more violent the snake venom, the easier it is to solve."
Ji Wenming stood aside, smiled very gently, and nodded approvingly to Ji Hao.
Ji Hao glanced at Ji Wenming with a smile, and said to the stunned witch priests: "Well, you guys remember, I will tell you some special emergency life-saving antidotes." ” The witch priests, elders, and ordinary clansmen of this tribe looked at Ji Hao with gratitude in their eyes.
What Ji Hao promised to tell them was the knowledge of curing snake venom, and knowledge, in this wild world, is the life of the clansmen The great elder of the tribe laughed excitedly: "Our tribe is here for guests, dolls, take out all the good things that are hidden on weekdays and are reluctant to eat, today we are going to treat the guests well."
Cheers erupted in cheers all around, and everyone was smiling.
S: I think that's the case for our mortal ancestors.
The chiefs and the clansmen are all ordinary farming and living.
Well, the first few natural paragraphs are written in a heart-warming way. sjgsf0916: