(The first leader in his life, the author fainted in the toilet... In the past few days during the New Year, there is not much time to write a book. I will add three chapters tonight, and the rest will be owed first. There will be five shifts tomorrow morning, which is considered as a small outbreak during the Spring Festival. It is not included in the plus shift. Thank you for your support)

The time is evening.

The weather is getting hotter and the days are getting longer.

It wasn't until the sun went down that the weather gradually became cooler.

The newly-built houses of the Qingque tribe have been flattened, and the gables should be built further up.

People in the fields or houses or by the river, taking advantage of the coldness, speeded up their work, and prepared to take advantage of this time to rush to live a little more.

In the cooking cave, a curling smoke slowly rises. Several people in charge of cooking are busy here. The tempting fragrance of rice rises from here, and drifts in all directions with the evening breeze.

Set off the tranquility and warmth of the tribe.

Stacks of cleaned bowls were placed not far from the cave, and the soup in the big bowl was also brought out.

With the shouts of eating, people scattered in and around the courtyard began to gather towards the courtyard.

The second brother who had slept against the wall for a while also stood up against the wall with his hands, and walked towards the place where he was eating.

There are two kinds of soup for dinner, one is fish soup and the other is rabbit soup.

There are some small rapeseeds and some other wild vegetables.

The people in the tribe who often cook have already obtained the true biography of Han Cheng, and the soup is very tasty.

After the people filled the soup in order, they scattered around to eat.

The second brother also took the bowl and tried his best to eat

A primitive man who cannot eat is not a good primitive man. Even if he has no appetite, he still forces himself to eat a lot.

There are no lights at night, so under normal circumstances, supper is prepared before dark.

Things happened at this time.

"Hey!"

"Puff!"

Han Cheng put down the empty rice bowl and prepared to leave with Bai Xuemei who also finished the meal.

Just after two steps, there was a voice like this.

Han Cheng was taken aback and hurriedly followed the prestige, only to see a mess not far away.

The pottery bowl fell to the ground and broke into several pieces, and the soup in it was sprinkled all over the floor, steaming.

There was a man lying beside the broken bowl of miserable soup.

Seeing this scene, Han Cheng's heart was stunned.

After playing Xindao, I thought that the second brother would still be able to survive for a while, but I don't want it to work anymore now!

Thinking like this in her heart, she pushed Bai Xuemei aside, released her and ran there.

On the way, Han Cheng was taken aback, because his second senior brother also came here with a bowl.

Not the second brother?

Who is that again?

Han Cheng hesitated like this in his heart, and didn't stop at his feet. He had already reached the person who fell on the ground.

Turning the felled guy over with someone else did he recognize who this person is.

Not by others, it was brought into the pit by Han Cheng, inspiring to become Shennong's bright!

At this time, the sky hadn't completely dimmed, and it could be seen by the evening light that the bright face was a little purple.

The lips are also a little black.

The body kept shaking.

This is poisoned!

I often walk by the river, how can I not get wet shoes? The courage is getting bigger and bigger, and he often tastes the brightness of the grass, and today he was also hit.

"Don't eat anymore!"

Han Cheng’s immediate reaction was that he tasted Baicao and poisoned himself, and then he realized that there were wild vegetables in the soup tonight, but don’t get killed by the group!

Immediately shouted to stop everyone, and asked everyone to check each other to see if there were any abnormal people.

At the same time, let people help him and straighten Liang's body quickly.

Raise the neck and open the airway.

After thinking about it, people hurriedly scooped a big scoop of big manure into the manure tank behind the toilet.

Helping is important, and I can't care too much at this time.

The Tietou rushed away with orders. At this time, Han Cheng also got a report from everyone, saying that no one was abnormal.

Han Cheng felt himself carefully, there was no discomfort, and he let out a sigh of relief.

It’s not a collective food poisoning, it’s not a collective food poisoning!

Seeing that Tietou hadn't come over yet, Han Cheng let people carry Liang and ran towards the toilet again. At this time, the race against time was killing his life.

"I'm coming!"

The shouting voice of Tietou sounded, Han Cheng asked Liang to put down, and the Tietou also came to the front.

"Fill him down!"

Han Cheng said without hesitation.

Tietou and the people around him were stunned.

What?

Pour this thing down?

"What are you doing? Hurry up!"

"Oh!"

The dumbfounded iron head responded, tilted the dung scoop, and poured it into Liang's mouth.

It's just that Liang is unconscious now and can't get in.

Han Cheng was in a hurry, calling for someone to pry Liang's mouth open.

Before the big brothers could do anything, Liang himself was already awake.

He was still a little confused when he just woke up, seeing the dung scoop not far away on his head, he reached out and touched his face again, and realized what he was, he vomited in a faint night, and vomited all the bile.

"The Son of God?"

The iron head holding the dung scoop asked aloud, as if he wanted to refill it again.

Han Cheng retched and waved his hand to let Tietou quickly get Xiang away, calling someone to get some water and let Liang drink desperately.

After drinking, let him spit out the water he drank in his stomach, but Liang couldn't vomit it out.

Han Cheng yelled, and the iron head who hadn't gone far came back with something full of flavor.

Seeing this murder weapon, Liang immediately vomited in a dark place.

"God... Son of God..."

Liang shouted weakly, looking at the water in the jar in front of him, and couldn't swallow it.

He has drunk four times and vomited four times.

"No, you have to drink it, you will be poisoned if you don't drink it!"

Han Cheng scowled and said very harshly.

At this time, there is not much clever way, but this is the only way to lavage Liang's stomach.

I hope that it will not take him long to eat those things, so he can use this method to get his life back.

Liang turned his heart horizontally, and he was half a jar underwater.

Tietou's business has been very proficient. After seeing Liang will drink it, he didn't throw up immediately, and immediately shook the dung scoop in his hand in front of Liang...

"Oh~"

After washing it eight times, for Liang, the torture-like torture is completely over.

With a pale face, water-stained and weakened body, he was carried into the room, and after a while, he closed his eyes...

Han Cheng released his wrist~lightnovelpub.net~ and let out a long sigh.

Liang, this guy is asleep.

It's just an ugly face.

Han Chengshou stayed by his side and did not leave. Whether this guy can survive depends on whether he can survive tonight.

"Oh~"

Not long after falling asleep, Liang went to the kang and vomited again. There was nothing but some bile.

After vomiting, he shivered and curled up into a ball, shouting that his stomach hurts.

Han Cheng asked him to get a big bowl of warm water, lift Liang up, and let him drink it.

Strive to excrete the poison in the body through internal circulation.

In addition, I can't imagine it, I can only comfort him and encourage him...