In the movement of 'snorting, snorting', the cave where the Cangyan tribe lived was full of loud sounds made when drinking soup like this.

Compared with the people of the Cangyan tribe, the exaggerated expression of enjoyment on their faces when they drank the fish soup and wanted to swallow their tongues together.

The members of the Gray Rabbit tribe seem to be much calmer in their performance.

The main reason is that in the fish soup they have in their hands now, there is not even a little matching wild vegetables, which can be described as monotonous and boring.

In addition, compared with the craftsmanship of the gangsters, the gap between the craftsmanship of this product and the women comrades in the tribe is indeed a bit large.

Therefore, the fish soup in their hands is not disgusting to them.

But in general, it is a food that can barely fill the stomach, drink it quickly after three or two times, and the whole thing is over after filling the stomach.

And for Song Yong, this picky taste.

Such a clumsy fish soup was a little unpalatable for him, and he barely drank the bowl of fish soup in the bowl, and swallowed significantly more fish meat in his stomach.

rejected a woman from the Cangyan tribe and wanted to add another bowl to herself.

He lit a cigarette after his meal and walked away from his good spot by the fire.

It can also be regarded as eating after a meal, and by the way, take a look at the cave that the Cangyan tribe uses to live in, and the area is obviously much larger than that of the gray rabbit tribe.

However, before he could walk a dozen steps away, he saw such a scene in his eyes.

The leader Qing Yan, who had not even started to eat and drink, was squatting by a pile of hay in the corner at the moment, holding a stone bowl in his hand, feeding a teenage cub with a wooden spoon, and drinking fish soup in one gulp.

At this moment, the face of this old man was full of indescribable love.

"Leader Qingyan, is this your grandson?" Song Yong, who walked straight over, asked such a question curiously.

After discovering that it was the venerable Red Cypress who came, Qing Yan hurriedly planned to stand up.

However, under Song Yong's instructions, he finally maintained the squatting posture just now, and continued to feed the little cub fish soup and pick out the fish meat with fish bones.

His mouth did not forget, and began to answer:

"No, this is my youngest son. ”

After hearing such an answer, Song Yong instinctively glanced at the little old man Qingyan, and then realized that because of the half-white hair, he made himself an oolong.

A little embarrassed, he could only laugh haha: "Old man, I didn't expect that Qingyan Leader your body is quite good, by the way, why haven't you seen your other sons?"

After hearing this, Qing Yan replied with a wry smile.

"I have had six sons and three daughters, and only the third son, with the exception of the youngest son, has managed to reach adulthood, and when he first joined the hunting party, he died in the mouth of a pí beast. ”

"But it's nothing, isn't it like this, but maybe it's because I didn't lead the tribe well, now the spirit of the ancestors has come down to punishment, and he has had an accident since a few days ago, and his body will be cold and hot, and I don't know how many days he can survive. ”

When he said this, Qing Yan's expression was barely calm.

It's just that under his superficial calmness, Song Yong heard the deep helplessness in his heart.

The problem is that after carefully observing the condition of the little cub lying on the haystack for a while, Song Yong really felt angry and funny.

The alternating symptoms of hot and cold on the body are the first reaction of everyone in the modern plane:

I'll go! Isn't this a cold and a cold?

A simple analysis shows that in this bitter cold ghost weather, the Cangyan tribe can't even eat enough, everyone's body is extremely weak, and the immunity of the individual body is reduced to the lowest point.

In this case, wouldn't it be normal to get a cold or something.

Great, that is, the wind chill and cold with more serious symptoms, it will not be this kind of posture of wanting to die or live.

"Okay! I'm at least eighty percent sure that your little cub's illness can be cured. In the end, Song Yong said so.

Thanks to him for coming over this time, it was really because it was too late and there was not much to buy, so he ended up buying dozens of boxes of modern medicines.

When he came out this time, he also brought out this fluttering medicine.

In the era when the antibodies of this drug ingredient were zero, it was used to treat a small cold, and it was not the same as playing.

The reason why he is only eighty percent sure is that he is on guard against the other party, if it is not a cold and cold, his little standing medicine will not work.

And when Song Yong opened his mouth to say this, a huge surprise appeared on Qing Yan's face.

Before, although he knew the identity of Song Yong's witch, he also knew that not every witch would be like that red cypress, good at concocting witch medicine to treat various diseases.

According to his limited knowledge, that is, he has heard that witchcraft methods are amazing, but the types of skills are different.

Some can borrow the land of heaven and earth to fight, some can guide hunting and production, and there are also red cypress who are good at preparing witch medicine.

What's more, he had long heard about the hunters of the Grey Rabbit tribe going to Chi Bai to ask for witch medicine, and at that time he thought that this Grey Rabbit was not good at curing diseases and saving people.

Now he knew that the actions of such a noble person as Wu Ji were naturally unpredictable, and the leader of a small tribe like him could speculate.

But no matter what, it is the right thing that his youngest son's life is saved.

For this reason, he put down the stone bowl in his hand and solemnly knelt down to Song Yong: "As long as the gray rabbit looks at the adult, you make a move, no matter what the outcome is, I and this kid will be driven by the adult in the future." ”

Song Yong could hear that Qingyan's words were very interesting.

His gratitude was only personal, but if it was about the entire Cangyan tribe, then how it should be, how it should be done.

For example, we will negotiate a deal.

It's just that Song Yong planned to take action to treat the little cub, and it was completely out of personal compassion;

It seems that without the help of this matter, he can't squeeze out the little money of the Cangyan tribe.

It's good that it doesn't exist.

Afterwards, Song Yong took out a little ibuprofen antipyretic medicine, and directly brewed a small half bowl of Banlan root powder, and gave it to the little cub together.

I didn't even bother to take out some colds with complex ingredients.

Facts have proved that Song Yong has a diagnosis of wind and cold, and that is not wrong at all.

So after prescribing the right medicine, after drinking the fish soup, the fever began to occur, but in a few minutes, he sweated profusely, and the temperature on his head began to drop.

After the body is comfortable, it becomes normal with a face and a steady breathing.

It can be seen by a person that after the miraculous witch potion has been eaten, the little cub who was originally expected to return to the arms of the ancestral spirit in the next few days can be regarded as being able to live for many more years.

For a while, all the people of the Cangyan tribe looked at Song Yong's gray rabbit eyes, and they became extremely pious.

It's not that before, they didn't respect Song Yong.

It's just that these local goods, how could they have had the opportunity to see the methods of the legendary witch lord before, that is, in all kinds of legends, they just know that the other party is very powerful.

At this moment, after seeing it with my own eyes, I naturally realized this.

Feeling the many fiery eyes around him, especially the several tractor-like coughs in the crowd, Song Yong didn't know where they were, and they also wanted to help treat it themselves.

"What's the matter! Lao Tzu obviously came out to trade and abduct a caravan of female comrades, how did it become the same as sending a doctor to the countryside?"

However, complaining and complaining, he still felt a little unbearable in his heart.

After all, he still spoke: "Okay! If you have any physical problems, you should line up, and I will show you one by one, and there is no guarantee whether they can be cured." ”

As soon as the words fell, a long line spread out in front of him.

What made Song Yong speechless was that the scoundrel was also lined up, this kid can eat, sleep, and be as strong as a cow, what can be wrong with him?