The famine spread like a plague, and the fragile productive forces of ancient times were nothing to mention in the face of the wrath of God.

A flood brought back the embryonic agrarian society to its original shape.

Without food, humans can only return to their primitive hunting and gathering state, but it is basically impossible for the human tribe size to survive in this way after thousands of years of development.

The breath of death enveloped all the small tribes, and the superstitious humans thought that it was the wrath of the gods, and that someone must have angered the gods.

Slaves who can no longer be called human beings have been pushed to the altar by mad humans, trying to appease the wrath of the gods with the blood of these people.

Did the anger of the gods subside, Yang Hao didn't care, and he didn't want to know, as the rainy day passed, the weather gradually turned color.

As the flood waters receded, small ditches formed in the mud of the plains, which became a gathering place for mosquitoes.

Accompanied by the stench of animal carrion and dancing mosquitoes, Yang Hao's mood was extremely solemn.

He can try not to drink cold water when it comes to drinking water, but it is really difficult to completely kill these nasty mosquitoes.

In order to prevent mosquito infection, Yang Hao could only ask all the people of the Daqi tribe to wear clothes, and even those who were underdressed had to find a way to cover the parts of the body that were easy to be bitten.

Even so, three days after the clouds receded, some of the prisoners of war were ill,

Looking at this trembling and constantly swinging prisoner of war, it is easy to see that this is a disease of malaria.

In order to prevent the disease from spreading, Yang Hao immediately isolated the prisoner of war.

For a moment, he thought about killing the prisoner directly, but killing one person when he was sick was not what he wanted.

Malaria is not a terminal disease, at least in modern society.

Yang Hao has some understanding of malaria, because before he crossed, there was a bull figure who won the Nobel Prize, and he was curious to find out what this bull man had researched.

The unfamiliar word artemisinin first came into his sight.

What is Artemisia annua Yang Hao didn't know, and after searching for it, he realized that this is not a very common Artemisia stem?

Although this thing is somewhat different from the chrysanthemum used for shabu-shabu, it is not a rare thing.

And he had the impression that it was used to treat malaria.

With a general direction, Yang Hao immediately sent people to look for this plant near the tribe, and the others didn't know what Artemisia was.

Yang Hao could only describe it roughly, and asked them to pick up something that looked similar to their own description and bring it back.

For the sick prisoner of war, Yang Hao had already regarded him as his experimental subject, this was a rare medical specimen, and he was eager to learn and start the experiment.

In this backward era, every time he masters one more medical method, he is responsible for his own life, he Yang Hao is also a mortal in the flesh, and he will also be born, old, sick and die, he doesn't want his great cause to collapse before he succeeds, if that he is sure that he will die blindly.

On the barren mountains, there are many varieties of artemisia, and it didn't take long for the collectors to bring back six different plants.

Yang Hao eliminated three plants that could be seen at a glance, and the remaining three were too similar, and he could only see that this was Artemisia without professional training, but he was a little unsure whether it was Artemisia annua or not.

It has been a long time since I last saw the picture of Artemisia annua, and in this regard, Yang Hao can only use dead horses as live horse doctors.

Let people write down the appearance of these kinds of artemisia seeds, and collect as many as possible.

Yang Hao began to prepare his own experiments, and the sick prisoners of war were left alone in the corner and endured the torture of illness.

He was already dying, and Yang Hao only asked people to send him some boiled water and a small amount of gruel on time, which barely hung his life.

The prisoners of war were very surprised to see that Yang Hao really wanted to save the life of this companion.

In their inherent impression, slaves are worthless things, and the death of a slave is nothing to the slave owner, the slave is a talking animal, and the slave owner may feel sad for the loss of some property, but there will never be the slightest sadness, let alone such an unthinkable thing as rescue.

Yang Hao's behavior made the prisoners of war a little overwhelmed, and they were very conflicted about this man who enslaved him, and there was hatred and a trace of emotion.

Yang Hao didn't know what the prisoner of war was thinking, if he let the prisoner know what he was thinking about treating the prisoner of war, it was estimated that all the prisoners of war would want to eat him alive.

Yang Hao cut the artemisia seeds of each plant into small pieces, put them in a thicker pottery bowl and mashed them with wooden sticks.

He had not studied Chinese medicine, so he could only try it with poor common sense.

Pour the mashed mincs mixed with the slightly smelly juice into a clay pot and boil it.

Yang Hao sent a prisoner of war to deliver the medicine, although he wanted to use this prisoner of war to conduct his own experiments, but he didn't want to risk his own life at all.

Under the vicious persecution of the Daqi soldiers, the selected prisoner of war walked into the quarantine area with a pale face and a trembling medicine bowl.

Stubbornly helped the sick prisoner of war up, and muttered tremblingly: "You hurry up and drink this thing, you will die if you die, don't bother me!" ”

Not knowing whether the sick prisoner of war heard his complaints, the prisoner of war opened his mouth and poured the medicine into it at once.

Such a rough feeding made the patient's already pale face even more ugly.

After feeding the medicine, he didn't care what happened to the patient, and hurriedly ran out of the isolation area with the empty bowl and crawling.

But he had just left the quarantine area, so don't be caught by the Daqi soldiers.

"The chief has an order, you must not come into contact with others."

The captive, in the midst of his desperate pleadings, was dragged by the soldiers and locked up in solitary confinement.

"Chief, this is the plague god disaster, no one has been able to resist the plague god, even the ancient Shennong tribe has no way to deal with the plague god, can we really succeed?"

Qu said with a worried face.

"I don't know!"

Yang Hao said with a solemn face.

Qu was a little stunned, and then smiled bitterly.

"No one is allowed to take even a step near here, let the man just now be in charge of bringing food and water to this prisoner of war, and if anyone else is found with such symptoms, arrest him immediately, and if he fails to report it, he will be immediately put to death."

Yang Hao left a murderous order and turned to leave.