On the canoe that Han Cheng was sitting on, only he and the minor from the Fire Tribe who was trembling in a corner of the boat.

The four oars were placed in the cabin, and no one rowed the boat, but the boat was sailing upstream.

Of course, this is not by the waves, but at the front of the boat, a rope is tied, and the other end of the rope is tied to the tail of the boat where the elder brother and the two are rowing together.

This is what Han Cheng meant, the purpose is to isolate this minor and prevent him from coming into contact with the senior brother and others.

On top of the boat, a fire is being lit.

There was no need to worry that the wooden canoe would be burned by the fire, because Han Cheng carefully knocked out a hole in the bottom side of an empty clay pot with a stone to make a simple stove.

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

On the simple stove, there was green smoke, and there was white gas wafting from another clay pot with a big belly and a short belly on the top of it.

There was a bitter smell in the air.

What is boiling here is the root of the suspected firewood.

The place where the firewood grew found yesterday has not yet arrived, and what is boiled now is the one that Han Cheng planted in the jar to bring back to the tribe.

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

After a while, when the fire was almost done, he took two handfuls of hay, stretched them out into the river to wet them, put them on the edge of the clay pot on top, and poured the little liquid that had been boiled in the pot into a large bowl.

The color is a little black, and it looks very much like the bowl that Pan Jinlian poured into Wu Dalang.

After putting the bowl here and waiting for a while, Han Cheng touched the outside of the bowl with his hand, and felt that it was not too hot, so he picked it up and walked towards the minor who would shrink into a trembling ball.

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

was already very thin, but when he shrank like this, only a small group remained.

"Drink it."

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

However, the child did not understand his words, but looked at him in horror, and his body kept shaking.

I don't know if it's because I'm too scared, or if I have a fever.

Seeing this, Han Cheng didn't talk anymore, put the bowl into his mouth, and made it look like he was drinking.

Maybe he didn't think there was that terrifying fire here, or maybe he felt that Han Cheng was also a minor and wouldn't kill him like those adults, or maybe he understood what Han Cheng meant, and he was hungry.

After Han Cheng brought the bowl to his mouth for a while, the kid began to open his mouth to drink.

But as soon as I took a sip, I spit it out again, I don't know if it was because the medicine was too bitter, or because I was frightened by the hot water that I had never drunk before.

He shook his head and didn't want to drink it anymore, but after waiting for a while, he saw that Han Cheng kept bringing the bowl to his mouth and didn't mean to move it away, and he still drank the water that he had never drunk before.

After drinking, he grinned constantly.

Han Cheng smiled at it.

He took out the roots that had been boiled through the jar for boiling medicine, put them on the side of the cabin to dry, scooped water from the river, brushed the jar, filled some water, set it on the improvised stove, and then added firewood.

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

The minors huddled in the corner were not as frightened as they had been.

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

Watch him use things he'd never seen before to make drinkable but unpleasant water.

When he saw the piece of meat that was held by Han Cheng in his hand, he was already swallowing his saliva, even if he was not hungry, meat was a food that was extremely attractive to him, not to mention, he hadn't eaten much since he was sick.

He wanted to eat the tempting meat in his mouth, but he didn't dare to say anything other than swallowing.

Meat has always been the food of the strong adults in their tribe, and they, the minors, spend most of their time on grass and grass seeds to satisfy their hunger.

The smell of boiled meat wafted out, and this strange smell went straight to his nose, and he swallowed more in his mouth, but he did not dare to expect to eat this delicious food.

This person who doesn't look very fierce and has never seen it before, it is already very good to give himself the kind of water that tastes bad just now.

For the rest, how dare he still have extravagant hopes?

It's just that......

It smells so good......

Under the gaze of this minor, who was still worried about food with a fever, Han Cheng poured the boiled rice, which could barely be called porridge with sliced meat, into the bowl that had been washed by him after the medicine.

The eyes of the sick minor widened instantly, looking at Han Cheng who was smiling at him, and then at the bowl of fragrant porridge with sliced meat in front of him, his face was incredulous.

"Eat."

Han Cheng handed the bowl in his hand to the minor, pointing to his mouth, repeating in his mouth.

"Eat?"

After a while, the syllable came out of the minor's mouth that he did not understand what it meant.

There was weakness and disbelief in his hoarse voice.

"Well, eat!"

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

The desire for good food overcame the fear in my heart.

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

After this mouthful, he couldn't stop it anymore, holding the bowl with both hands, and ate quickly.

Han Cheng smiled, he had expected this scene for a long time, and deliberately waited until it was almost cold before bringing it to him, otherwise after this meal, this child would have to take off a layer of skin in his mouth.

Han Cheng looked at the little primitive man who was gobbling up the food, and a smile appeared on his face.

This guy, looking at the posture of eating, where does he look like a person with a high fever?

But it's good to be able to eat, which means that the body is still very healthy, even if it is not medicated, as long as it is delicious and delicious, it can be boiled for a while.

If you want to say that the people of the fire tribe can really get down, and those who can still run, they will make the fire in the fire......

Han Cheng looked at it for a while, then turned around and went back to scrub the clay pot again, and after filling most of the clay pot with water, he then added firewood to burn it.

This guy's body is really dirty, he needs to be washed and scrubbed well, and paying attention to hygiene is a great way to prevent diseases.

On the boat not far ahead, Liang looked at the Son of God with burning eyes.

If he could, he wanted to come over and help himself, but Miko didn't agree, so he could only watch there, for fear of missing something.

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