On the canoe where Han Cheng was sitting, he was the only one with the minor of the Fire Tribe who shivered in the corner of the boat.

The four oars are all placed in the cabin, no one is rowing, but the boat is going upstream all the way.

This was of course not relying on the waves, but at the front of the boat, tied with a rope, and the other end of the rope was tied to the tail of the boat where the big brother and Shang were rowing together.

This is what Han Cheng meant, and the purpose was to isolate the minor and prevent him from contacting the senior brother and others.

On the boat, there is a fire.

Don't worry about the wooden canoe being burned by the fire, because Han Cheng carefully knocked out a hole with a stone on the side of an empty clay pot to make a simple stove.

Under the jar, a few thick stones were placed to insulate it, so that the wooden boat would not be burned by the fire.

On the simple stove, there was blue smoke, and white gas drifted away in the other big and short clay pot on it.

There was a bitter taste in the air.

The boiled inside is the root of the suspected Bupleurum.

The place to grow Bupleurum I discovered yesterday has not yet arrived. What is being boiled now is the ones that Han Cheng planted in the pot to bring back to the tribe.

Han Cheng estimated that the time was almost up, and after dropping two more pieces of wood into the simple stove, he stopped.

After a while, when the fire was not bad enough, I took two handfuls of hay, stretched it out into the river water to get wet, placed it on the edge of the clay pot, and poured the little concoction left in the pot into a large bowl. in.

The color is a bit dark, it looks a lot like the bowl Pan Jinlian poured Wu Dalang down.

Putting the bowl here and waiting for a while, Han Cheng touched the outside of the bowl with his hand, felt it was not too hot, and walked toward the shivering minor who would shrink into a ball.

The minor was frightened. Seeing Han Cheng walking towards him, he immediately shrank into the corner.

It was originally very thin, so shrinking like this, only a small group is left.

"Drink it."

Han Cheng worked hard to make his smile become friendly and his language softened.

However, the child couldn't understand him. He just looked at him in horror, his body trembling constantly.

I don’t know if it’s too scared or fever.

Seeing this, Han Cheng stopped talking, and moved the bowl to his mouth as if he was drinking.

It may be that there is no such terrifying fire here, or it may be that Han Cheng is a minor who will not kill him like those adults, or he understands what Han Cheng means, plus I am hungry too.

After Han Cheng put the bowl to his mouth for a while, the child opened his mouth to drink.

But just after taking a sip, he vomited again. I don't know if the medicine is too bitter, or I was frightened by the hot water I had never drunk.

He shook his head and didn't want to drink any more, but after waiting for a while, when Han Cheng kept pushing the bowl to his mouth, he didn't want to remove it. He still drank the water he had never drunk with fear.

After drinking, grin constantly.

Han Cheng smiled at it.

He took out the roots from the pot for boiling medicine, put them on the side of the cabin to dry, scooped water from the river to scrub the pot, filled some water, put it on a simple stove, and burned it with firewood.

After doing this, I found some bacon, cut it into slices as much as possible with a bone knife, and boiled it in a clay pot.

The minor huddled in the corner is no longer as scared as before.

He curled up there, enduring the discomfort of his body, and glanced at this minor who was not much bigger than him and seemed to be very stable and mysterious.

Watch him use things he has never seen before to make water that can be drunk but tastes bad.

When he saw the piece of meat held by Han Cheng, he was already swallowing, even if he was not hungry, meat is a very attractive food for him, let alone Said that since he was ill, he hadn't eaten much.

He wanted to eat that tempting meat into his mouth, but he dared not express anything other than drooling.

Meat has always been the food of strong adults in their tribe. Minors like them spend most of their time with grass and grass seeds to satisfy their hunger.

The smell of boiled meat wafted out, and this strange smell pierced his nose. He was drooling more, but he did not dare to expect to eat this delicious food.

This person, who doesn't look fierce and has never seen him before, is already very good by giving himself the bad taste of water just now.

How can he dare to hope for the rest?

just……

This smells so delicious...

Under the gaze of this minor who had a fever and was still worried about food, Han Cheng poured the cooked rice, which could barely be called porridge, into the bowl that he had washed after filling the medicine.

The eyes of the ailing minor instantly widened. He looked at Han Cheng who was smiling at him, and then at the bowl of fragrant meat porridge in front of him, his face was unbelievable.

"eat."

Han Cheng handed the bowl in his hand to the minor, pointed at his mouth, and repeated it.

"eat?"

After a while, the syllable that he didn't understand was uttered from the minor's mouth.

The husky voice was weak and unbelievable.

"Well, eat!"

Han Cheng nodded vigorously, and at the same time moved the bowl towards him.

The desire for food overcomes the fear in my heart.

The little primitive man rolled his eyes and looked at Han Cheng timidly, and took a sip from his mouth.

After taking this bite, he could no longer stop, holding the bowl in both hands, eating quickly.

Han Cheng smiled. He had anticipated this scene a long time ago, and deliberately waited until it was almost cold before bringing it to him, otherwise the child would have to peel off after the meal.

Han Cheng looked at the little primitive man who was devouring it, with a smile on his face.

This guy, UU reading www. Uukanshu.com looks at the posture of eating, where does it look like a person with a high fever?

But it’s good to be able to eat. This shows that the body is still healthy, even without medicine, as long as the offering is delicious, it can last a while.

To say that the people of the Fire Tribe can really go down, and those who can run, say that they are in the fire...

Han Cheng watched for a while, then turned around and went back to scrub the pot again. After filling most of the pot with water, he added firewood and burned it.

This guy's body is really too dirty, and he needs to be scrubbed and cleaned. Paying attention to hygiene is a great way to prevent diseases.

On the boat not far in front, he stared brightly at Shenzi Shiwei.

If possible, he wanted to come and help himself, but the **** son disagreed, so he could only watch it there, for fear of missing something.

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