Chapter 870

Qi gently stroked Ye Qingxin's good-looking cheeks, and said softly, "Xin, don't worry, no matter what happens in the future, I will protect you." ”

As he spoke, his lips pressed up.

Pleasure is indeed the best cure for insomnia, and there is no one.

Ye Qingxin slept until dawn, and when he opened his eyes, it was already seven or eight o'clock.

Getting up in pain, she couldn't help frowning.

The "sleeping pills" that Qi gave her worked very well, but the side effects were a bit big and it was easy to lose strength.

The males went hunting, and the females gathered to talk and gossip.

"Females, come here." Ye Qingxin stood on the wooden platform and shouted loudly.

When I heard the goddess cry, all those who could walk came.

Lu and Ah Shi, who were in charge of guarding the tribe, also ran over and stood under the stage with everyone to listen to the priestess's orders.

"There are some very important things to do today, and you are under my command." Ye Qingxin said, "Who wants to go to the forest with me to collect medicine." ”

There was a bang, and the audience raised their hands.

Ye Qingxin picked them out and said to the rest, "Some of the remaining people, go back and clean up your wooden house."

Lu, you can lead people to build some high shelves, as high as you, build more and use them to store food later. ”

Lu asked puzzledly, "Goddess, the beasts that come back from hunting are generally piled on the ground, and no one will take them indiscriminately." ”

Ye Qing said earnestly, "It's not that I'm afraid that someone will eat it, but I'm afraid that the gopher will eat it." Hang them high and the gopher won't be able to eat them. ”

"Yes, goddess." Lu replied.

After arranging, Ye Qingxin asked the females to bring animal skin bags, take Anong and Ah Shi, and go to the nearby forest to collect medicine.

There have been many ways to treat plague since ancient times, but the conditions in ancient times were really limited, and many medicinal materials such as zombie silkworm, safflower, raw gypsum, and ejiao were difficult to find for a while.

For example, zombie silkworms need to use silkworms infected with Beauveria bassiana to absorb water, then dry them, and then process them.

There are a lot of insects around here, but none of them are silkworms.

Not to mention the silkworms infected with Beauveria bassiana!

Quicklime needs to be calcined with limestone at high temperatures, and as far as Ye Qingxin knows, the vicinity of the Apocalypse Tribe is all hard granite.

Ye Qingxin chose and chosen, and according to pharmacology, he made up a new recipe among several ancient recipes, which were all relatively easy to find medicinal materials.

To treat bubonic plague, it is necessary to clear the surface and clear heat, detoxify and reduce swelling, and also have a strong virus-killing effect, so Ye Qingxin prepared a prescription according to his condition.

Scutellaria, Coptis chinensis, Radix indica, Forsythia, Zhimu, Dandelion, Prunella vulgaris, Shengdi, Ma Bo, and Raw Licorice are all easy to find medicinal herbs, and their medicinal power is also very strong.

In the forest, Ye Qingxin picked a few herbs and distributed them to the females, asking them to pick according to them, each person was responsible for one, until one animal skin bag was full.

After collecting the medicine and returning to the tribe, Ye Qingxin first boiled a jar of herbal water, and the bitter taste emanated from the clay pot, everyone covered their mouths and noses, and ran away in disgust.

Usually, Ah Xi also boils herbal water, but it doesn't smell so bad.

Ye Qingxin was also worried, such a bitter medicinal soup, let alone wolves and beasts, people refused to drink it.

She nervously came out with a pot of herbal water and summoned the white wolf.

The white wolf came out of the forest with the sick wolves behind him, and howled at the herbal water in Ye Qingxin's hand from a distance.

"I know it's hard to drink, but it's a good medicine, and if you want to cure it, you have to drink it."

Ye Qingxin shrugged, looked at the wolves and beasts hiding far away behind the white wolf, and persuaded him bitterly.

Although the white wolf was not infected with the plague, he still walked over, lowered his head and licked it in the clay pot.

"Vomit...... Grunt ......"

After a bite, the white wolf almost rolled his eyes.