More than 100 years ago, this clan settled on the East Mountain.

First of all, it should be noted that animals could still become sperm in those days.

The people of this group in the mountains are still in a semi-primitive society and are self-sufficient. They never have contact with outsiders, men plow and women weave, and live a stable life.

It's like the paradise described by Tao Yuanming.

People in the mountains drink mountain spring water, eat pure and original ecological things to grow up, physical fitness or something, naturally much stronger than people outside the mountains.

The patriarch at that time was the great-grandfather of the current patriarch.

This is a respectable old man.

In addition to being the patriarch, he seems to know some magic or something, he will use all kinds of wild grasses on the mountain to get rid of diseases and evil spirits.

That kind of thing, in modern people, is a traditional Chinese medicine.

However, traditional Chinese medicine has been mythologized in ignorant and backward places and periods.

Its status is no less than that of Western witchcraft.

Therefore. The old patriarch is not only virtuous, but also knows how to make strange remedies, and the people in the mountains have a physical problem, and when they find him, the medicine will be eliminated.

Therefore, the old patriarch naturally won the trust and support of the mountain people.

Although the old patriarch is old, he still insists on going to the mountains to collect medicine every day.

His muscles and bones are tough, uphill and downhill or something, and some of the stunned young men in their twenties can't catch up with him.

On this day, a six-month-old child in the mountains had a fever and could not go away.

The mother held the child and found the old patriarch.

The old patriarch was feeding the chickens at home, and it was a chick cub that had just hatched a few days ago.

Speaking of which, this little chick is really pitiful.

Last night there was a heavy rain, and the chicken coop that was built collapsed.

The hen and a few chicks were crushed under the tiles, and the old patriarch heard the movement in the middle of the night, and when he opened it, he found that the hen and her chicks were crushed to pieces.

Sighing, the old patriarch wanted to wait for the dawn to clean up again.

But when he turned around, he heard a slight chick calling.

Quickly bent down to look for it, and sent down the hen's crushed body, and there was still a chick under it.

The chick was firmly guarded by the hen and was not hurt at all.

Just because of that fright, a little panicked.

The old patriarch quickly took the chick out from under the hen, brought it back to the house, and fed it something to eat, and the chick calmed down.

Early this morning, the old patriarch got up again to look at the chicken cub and found that it was normal in all respects.

So, he sighed:

"This chicken is the same as a human, if you don't die in a big disaster, you will have a blessing."

As she spoke, the mother with the baby in her arms came.

Seeing that the child's condition was serious, the old patriarch didn't say a word, picked up the shovel and carried the cloth bag, and strode up the mountain to collect medicine.

Having lived in the mountains all his life, the old patriarch could tell what those herbs were and could cure that disease by closing his eyes and just by smelling them.

Sudden onset of fever is common in newborn children.

I'm afraid that I will have a fever repeatedly, and if the time drags on, the gods will not be able to cure it.

A pack of needles, chicken feces vine, plate power leaves, honeysuckle vine four herbs mixed together into a bowl of medicine, the baby drank it, the fever will be reduced on the same day.

A pack of needles and honeysuckle vines are readily available.

The old patriarch went up the mountain this time to find the other two flavors of medicinal herbs.

In the mountains, where it has just rained, the air is fresh.

The old patriarch quickly dug up the Banli leaf.

It's just that he searched for a long time, but he didn't find the vine.

vine is a herb that used to be found everywhere on this mountain, and it can be used not only to make herbs, but also to make soup.

As it grows in patches, the tribesmen will pick them off.

Place it under the roof to dry, and then it can be easily stored.

Chicken feces vine and pig's small intestine stewed together, clear the liver and lungs, the soup is dark red, there is a faint sweetness to drink, and the mountain people are particularly fond of harmony.

However, this herb has seasonal characteristics.

Generally speaking, spring and summer are the most luxuriant seasons for vines, after which it is difficult to see them.

Thinking of the feverish child, the old patriarch did not give up.

He wandered around the mountains for a long time, but he couldn't find it.

Looking up, the old patriarch looked at a cliff protruding from the other side of the mountain. There's a big habitat down there, and the temperature there's a lot different from other places, and there's a lot of plants that don't fit the seasons all year round.

Maybe you'll find vines there.

Thinking of this, the old patriarch took out the wine bottle and poured a large sip of high liquor, bowed down and tied his leggings, and strode towards the cliff.

The bottom salary where the cliff is located, the terrain is quite dangerous.

One step forward is the abyss.

However, this was not difficult for the old patriarch, who took out the hemp rope from his cloth bag.

Tie one end to a stout pine tree, and the other around your waist.

Along the steep mountain wall, the old patriarch slid down little by little.

The further down you go, the wetter the air becomes.

Below was a deep valley that could not be seen as far as the eye could see, and the old patriarch kept his breathing evenly, and he could almost name the moss and plants around him.

Some of these plants are still very precious and hard-to-find medicinal materials.

If you dig it up and sell it at the bottom of the mountain, you have to sell it for a lot of money.

The old patriarch is the only person in the mountains who has ever communicated with the outside world, and he never covets wealth and glory, but only hopes that the mountain people can spend the rest of their lives in peace in this pure land.

He firmly believes that money is not a good thing.

Therefore, unless someone in the clan was sick, he would never pick these precious medicinal herbs.

After the old patriarch had settled down in his perch on the cliff, he walked around, looking for the vines that were out of season.

He had been here several times, and the temperature in the stone cave under the cliff was indeed the same as outside.

The place is full of flowers and plants, and when you are in it, the air seems to be able to pinch out the water.

In his ears, there was a "squeaking" sound from time to time, and the old patriarch could hear that it was the sound of a cave bat.

This cave bat is different from the ordinary bat that lives in bamboo huts commonly found in the mountains.

First of all, in terms of appearance, their body size is five or six times larger than that of ordinary bats, and secondly, their saliva is very toxic, but if they are bitten, if not treated in time, the possibility of survival is very small.

So, every time the old patriarch came here, he was very careful.

Once they are alarmed, the consequences are unimaginable.

After wandering around the cave for a while, the old patriarch finally found some vines. They grow quietly in caves and have no quarrel with the world.

He was overjoyed and hurriedly stepped forward to pick some.

Just as he was about to leave, the old patriarch suddenly thought that yesterday his grandson seemed to want to eat and vine stewed stick bone broth.

Because the season has passed, the daughter-in-law can't get it, and the grandson was still crying for a while, and the son was angry and beat the grandson to stop.

Now that these vines are in front of him, the old patriarch simply wants to take a few more handfuls and take them back for his son to stew a soup, and the whole family can drink it.

It can also be regarded as a heat and a greasy solution.

Who knows, just after lifting those weeds, he saw a person lying in the mass of vines......