go back?

Han Cheng looked at Dongfang, who was still reckless, and nodded slightly.

It is indeed time to go back.

It's just that I'm a little unwilling to go back like this. People sometimes have such contradictions.

"Go down another day, stop tomorrow afternoon, and start to return the day after tomorrow..."

The elder brother and others actually want to go back now, but Han Cheng said so, they naturally won't have any objections.

The atmosphere in the team is much more relaxed than before. Although it is not possible to go back directly now, at least I know the day of returning to the tribe, and I have a hope in my heart.

On the way back from Wangdong Mountain to the river bank, Han Cheng suddenly squatted down, looking at the plant in front of him with a look of doubt.

Seeing this, the elder brother and others all stopped and looked at the plants in front of Han Cheng and Han Cheng with joy on their faces.

They don't know what this thing is, but judging from the reaction of the son of God, they know that this is a good thing almost all the time.

If it can be confirmed that these grasses are that kind of thing, it is indeed a good thing for the love tribe, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a treasure.

The name of this thing is Chaihu.

Han Cheng doesn't know exactly what the effects of Bupleurum have, but he remembers one thing very clearly, that is, fever!

In later generations, Chaihu has always been a very important medicinal material in traditional Chinese medicine. It is used to reduce fever, and it is more common. Han Cheng has taken this medicine several times before, so he is more impressed with Chaihu.

Such a blind medicinal material, for the Qingque tribe, its important role is naturally self-evident.

It's just uncomfortable that he has only seen Bupleurum after being dried, and Bupleurum with fine yellow flowers.

It is the end of spring, and the low grass in front of me is very different from the chaihu with yellow flowers that grow more than one meter high.

It's just that the leaves look more similar, and both are similar to bamboo leaves.

I shouldn't come out at this time on this trip. Wait until the Dragon Boat Festival or in the fall. Many plants have already grown and formed. It is much easier to identify.

Han Cheng seemed a little helpless thinking.

When everyone saw that Han Cheng was just looking at the grass and groaning, they didn't speak. After waiting for a while, they couldn't help but ask.

Han Chengcheng said this to them.

After hearing Han Cheng say that this may be a kind of medicine that can cure diseases, everyone's eyes immediately brightened.

For the disease, the way they used to deal with it was very simple, that is, hard resistance.

If the resistance has passed, you can continue to live; if you can't resist, it will be a dead end.

Said it is hard resistance, but in fact it is almost like waiting for death.

This situation has changed to a certain extent since Han Cheng came here.

Everyone knows that in addition to hard resistance, other methods can be used for treatment.

At this time, hearing that these grasses can be used to cure diseases, is there any reason to be unhappy?

But after Han Cheng couldn't determine whether this was Bupleurum, the enthusiasm in everyone's hearts was extinguished a lot.

One by one, scratching their heads and ears, wanted to figure out a way to verify the medicine that the **** child said.

"God, I am coming..."

Liang stood up, patted his chest and told Han Cheng that he could taste it.

Han Cheng thought for a while and shook his head and refused. He wanted to verify whether this thing was Bupleurum. He couldn't taste it just by tasting it.

The best way is to prescribe the right medicine.

Think of Liang taking off his clothes and swimming in the still cold water, catching a cold and fever, and using this suspicious Bupleurum to boil medicine for him, and then showing his life, Han Cheng's cheeks can't help but smoke. Pumped.

Using Liang's life to verify the authenticity of this medicine, he would not do it anyway.

He also counted on a qualified half doctor in the tribe.

Seeing Shenzi shook his head and refused, Liang was a little anxious. Since being brought into this pit by Han Cheng and issued his aspiration, he has become more and more obsessed, always trying to find useful medicinal materials for the tribe to use.

He tasted a lot of plants in private, but he didn’t find any medicinal materials. Instead, he found three edible wild vegetables for the tribe...

At this time, I learned from Han Cheng that this kind of thing in front of him is likely to be of great use to the treatment of illness, how can he bear it?

He didn't care much about what the **** son said that he might be poisoned to death. He had tasted so many things, and now he is alive and well?

After repeatedly begging Han Cheng and still refused, Liang secretly picked some from elsewhere and stuffed it into his mouth.

Tender, juicy, not very bitter, and taste better than most things he has tasted...

It's just that whether this is a blind medicinal material, can it cure the disease, he really can't taste it...

His mouth was full of green grass juice, and he looked like he was crying.

After thinking for a while, Han Cheng suddenly smiled and slapped his forehead twice.

I'm really getting into the tip of the horns. Since I can't recognize it at this time, I'll wait and see when these things grow up. I can tell if it's Bupleurum in time.

Thinking like this, he stood up and prepared to go. After thinking about it, he asked the senior brother to dig out some with the bone shovel he was carrying with him and take it to the boat.

In order to ensure that these things that are suspected of Bupleurum can be planted, they brought a lot of ‘old mother soil’ when digging.

There were emptied clay pots on the boat, which were used as vases to grow these few things.

The four canoes set sail again, leaving here and heading downstream.

Quiet was restored here, leaving only a simple flag painted with blue sparrows, shaking here from time to time.

People from the bone tribe lit a campfire and sat around a relatively empty place to eat food.

When there is a fire at night, those beasts generally dare not come over.

The leader of the bone tribe stuffed his mouth with food~lightnovelpub.net~ and he was not in a good mood.

On the one hand, they did not see the deer that the man in the tribe said today, on the other hand, they carried a lot less food.

The tingling on his hands made him slightly regain his senses, which was abraded when he drilled wood to make fire.

The pain in his hand reminded him of the way people from that tribe drilled wood to make fire. An old man could actually break into fire, and it was easier than himself...

Thinking about it this way, many things about that tribe could not help but come to mind.

Plenty of food, a lot of pottery, delicious salt...

Thinking of this, in addition to admiration and admiration, a kind of anger suddenly rose from the heart-why can they have so many things? Why should I use so many things for...

The orange-red bonfire flickered, reflecting the angry face of the leader of the bone tribe...