Get back?

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

It's really time to go back.

It's just that I'm a little unwilling to go back like this, people, sometimes it's such a contradiction.

"Go down for another day, stop tomorrow afternoon, and start returning the day after tomorrow......"

Senior Brother and the others actually wanted to go back now, but Han Cheng said this, so they naturally wouldn't have any objections.

The atmosphere in the team, compared to before, is much more relaxed, although now can not go back directly, but at least know the day of returning to the tribe, there is a hope in my heart.

On the way back to the riverbank from Wangdong Mountain, Han Cheng suddenly squatted down and looked at a plant in front of him with a puzzled expression.

Seeing this, Senior Brother and the others also stopped, and looked at Han Cheng and the plants in front of Han Cheng together, with joy on their faces.

They didn't know what it was, but judging from the reaction of the Son of God, they knew that it was a good thing nine times out of ten.

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

The name of this thing is Chai Hu.

Han Cheng didn't know what the specific effects of Bupleurum were, but there was one thing he remembered very clearly, that is, fever!

In later generations, Bupleurum has always been a very important medicinal material in traditional Chinese medicine, used to reduce fever, and it is even more common, Han Cheng has eaten this medicine several times before, so he has a deep impression of Bupleurum chinensis.

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

It's just uncomfortable that he has only seen dried bupleurum, and chaihu with fine yellow flowers.

It's late spring, and the difference between the low grass in front of me and the more than a meter tall with yellow flowers is too great.

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

I shouldn't come out at this time, wait until the Dragon Boat Festival or autumn and then come out, many plants have already grown into shape, and it is much easier to identify.

Han Cheng thought helplessly.

Seeing that Han Cheng was just looking at this piece of grass and groaning, everyone just didn't speak, and after waiting for a while, they couldn't help but ask.

Han Chengcheng said this to them.

After hearing Han Cheng say that this might be a medicinal herb that could cure diseases, everyone's eyes immediately lit up.

For the disease, their previous way of dealing with it was very simple, that is, hard resistance.

If you resist it, you will continue to live, and if you can't resist it, it will be a dead end.

said that it was hard resistance, but in fact, to put it bluntly, it was almost like waiting for death.

Since Han Cheng came here, this situation has changed to a certain extent.

Only then did everyone know that if they were sick, in addition to hard resistance, they could also use other methods to heal them.

At this time, when you hear that these grasses in front of you can be used to cure diseases, why should you be unhappy?

But after Han Cheng couldn't be sure if this was Chai Hu's words, the enthusiasm in everyone's hearts was extinguished a lot.

One by one, they scratched their ears and cheeks, trying to come up with a way to verify the medicine that the Son of God said.

"Son of God, I'll ......"

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

Han Cheng thought about it and shook his head and refused, wanting to verify whether this thing was Chai Hu or not, he couldn't taste it just by tasting it.

The best thing to do is to get the right medicine.

Thinking about Liang taking off his clothes and swimming around in the water that still looked very cold, catching a cold and fever, he used this suspected thing to boil medicine for him to drink, and then Liang whimpered, Han Cheng's face couldn't help but twitch.

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

He was counting on a qualified half-doctor in the tribe.

Seeing that Shenzi shook his head and refused, Liang was a little anxious, since he was brought into this pit by Han Cheng and made a great wish, he became more and more obsessed, always wanting to find useful medicinal materials to use for the tribe.

In private, he tasted a lot of plants, but he didn't find any medicinal herbs, but found three kinds of wild vegetables for the tribe to eat......

At this time, after learning from Han Cheng that this kind of thing in front of him is very likely to be of great use in curing diseases, how can he still endure it?

He didn't care much about what Shenzi said that he might be poisoned, he had tasted so many things, and now he was not alive and well?

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

Tender, juicy, not too bitter, and tasted better than most of the things he had tasted......

It's just that whether this is a medicinal herb or not, can it cure diseases, he really can't taste it......

The mouth was full of blue grass juice, and he looked like he was about to cry.

Han Cheng, who had been thinking for a while, suddenly smiled and slapped himself twice on the head.

I'm really getting into the tip of the horns, since I can't identify it at this time, then wait a little longer, and look at it when these things grow up, and when the time comes, you can tell whether it's firewood or not.

Thinking like this, he stood up and prepared to leave, and after thinking about it, he asked the senior brother to dig out some of the bone shovels he had with him, and take them to the boat.

In order to ensure that these suspected bupleurum things can be planted, when digging, I brought a lot of 'old lady soil'.

There are empty clay pots on the ship, which are filled with 'pigskin jelly', and they are used as vases to plant these things.

The four canoes set sail again and left here to head downstream.

Silence was restored here, except for a simple flag with a blue finch painted on it, which shook from time to time.

The people of the Bone Tribe, lighting a bonfire, sat around a relatively open area and ate food.

When there is a fire at night, the beasts generally do not dare to come.

The leader of the Bone Tribe stuffed food into his mouth, and he was not in a good mood.

On the one hand, they did not see the herd of deer that the tribe had said they were talking about, and on the other hand, they were carrying a lot less food.

Some stinging pain in his hand made him come back to his senses slightly, which was ground when he drilled wood for fire just now.

The pain in his hand reminded him of the people of that tribe who drilled wood to make fire, and an old man could actually drill fire, and it was easier than himself......

When I think about it like this, many things about that tribe can't help but come to mind.

Abundant food, abundant pottery that requires a lot of things to be exchanged for by your own tribe, delicious salt......

Thinking like this, in addition to envy and admiration, a kind of anger suddenly rose in my heart - why can they have so many things? Why do you have to exchange so many things......

The orange bonfire flickered, reflecting the somewhat indignant face of the leader of the Bone Tribe......