Although he had some guesses about the possible problems of this time, Gu Huai still didn't expect the current situation to be so tricky.

It is unrealistic to go further into the grassland to seek a trade, and it is not realistic to trade with the Mengyuan people of Wara, and the only grassland tribe in Datong, who can make a deal with the royal palace, has encountered a plague again, and has ruthlessly locked them out of the tribe.

The reason why he stayed here and didn't leave was actually just because Gu Huai still wanted to try, in his opinion, if there was something needed by the Hara Mang Ministry, then there was still a possibility that this business could be negotiated.

What do they need? Medicinal herbs, a large number of medicinal herbs that the border gate does not dare to sell.

And the failure to drive them out of the tribe's sphere of influence is also evidence of this, and the Poritchena may not have been as angry and resistant as he appeared.

It's a pity that Gu Huai and the three of them waited outside the tribe for a long time, and they didn't see anyone come to negotiate the price, but soon there were fighting and screaming in the tribe, which made Gu Huai and the three of them a little confused.

What's going on?

The fire was blazing, the fence was torn down, the people with knives were slashed together with red eyes, and women and children were seen crying and running everywhere, and old men who fell to the ground and prayed to the sky.

This chaos lasted for a long time, and the last of the young tribal warriors rode away from the tribe without looking back, singing the heroic and desolate songs of the steppe, and galloped into the distance, leaving only the white felt tents engulfed by the increasingly raging fire.

This series of changes made Gu Huai stunned, at first he thought it was a fight between the grassland tribes, but the more he saw the back, the more he felt that something was wrong, why did he still hold his head and cry?

Just like that, seeing a group of people fleeing the tribe, and the rest of the clansmen extinguishing the fire and saving people, a warrior came over with red eyes: "The patriarch wants to see you." ”

Gu Huai raised his eyebrows, knowing that the turning point was coming.

Sure enough, Gu Huai, who was introduced into the tribe, soon saw the somewhat embarrassed Pori Tichina, the leopard skin jacket on his body had been taken off, a deep cut on his shoulder, and the beard on his chin was stained with blood.

"What happened?"

"My son has rebelled," said Poritsuna, who had allowed his people to medicate himself without frowning, "and took away the young people of the tribe, leaving only the old men and children to die." ”

Gu Huai nodded: "What can I help you?" ”

Ren Wanbin translated the words, and the lines of his face softened a lot: "I only hope that the clansmen can live well, and I hope that they can go to graze happily with their whips every day, and we can provide you with all the cowhide and animal tendons you want, but you must exchange tea, cloth, food, and medicine, and we will not accept treasure money." ”

He glanced outside the tent, his eyes filled with deep sadness: "Our situation... You also know that people are dying every day, and we need medicinal materials, so the goods cannot be transported, so you can only transport them, and you must hand over half of the medicinal materials to us first, so that our people can survive. ”

Ren Wanbin, who was in charge of the translation, was anxious: "This is not in accordance with the rules!" ”

"Rules? When the beast is about to die, it doesn't follow the rules, my son is a wolf, and he bit me hard, but I'm not a sheep who can only be slaughtered! ”

He stood up, and a scimitar came out of its sheath in the big tent: "Make this deal, and you can go back to Daming!" Otherwise, we can go find other Ming caravans, and you will die here!" ”

The style of painting changed abruptly, it was originally a good business, but suddenly it became a one-sided threat, Gu Huai took a deep breath and said: "The two conditions will not change, treasure money trading, you are responsible for transporting goods, don't think that you can lift the table with more knives." ”

Ren Wanbin stubbornly translated the words.

With a tired wave of his hand, several tribal warriors with scimitars stepped forward to restrain the three of them.

Gu Huai stopped Ma Sanbao, whose sleeves were bulging, and said lightly: "Don't ask me what I can give you?" ”

"Those treasure money that can only be traded with the Jurchens in the ravine, as well as the Han merchants in the west?"

"No, it's a chance to live, a chance to survive." Gu Huai took two steps forward and looked up at the tall Pori Tichina.

"I can cure the plague."

......

"Why do you boast about such a seaport? Even if you can keep Hara's reckless troops from doing it for a while, more and more people will die, and in the end, you can't hide it. ”

The escorted warrior turned around and walked out of the tent, and Ma Sanbao looked at Gu Huai and smiled bitterly.

Gu Huai raised his eyebrows: "Who said I lied?" At first, I really didn't remember what it was... But when I entered the tribe and saw it more clearly, I naturally had a certainty. ”

"Aren't you kidding? This 'pimple plague' has existed in all dynasties, and every time the sick person dies, it can be suppressed," Ma Sanbao frowned, "This Hara Mang Department has done a good job, the sick herdsmen are concentrated in the tent, and the sick and dead are thrown away to ensure that there are no sick cattle and sheep in the tribe... In the past, when the plague started, it was all over like this, and no one has ever been cured. ”

"I asked carefully about the symptoms, and I heard them say that the first to get sick was a cow, the body temperature was extremely high, they couldn't eat forage, their limbs were uncoordinated and they couldn't walk, they had difficulty breathing, their eyes and nose bleed, and then they became blisters when they spread to people, and after suppuration, they formed pimples and spread, and they died quickly a few days after the onset of the disease, very similar to a plague I knew."

Gu Huai rubbed his wrist that was locked just now: "And fortunately, this is not the most serious kind, the most serious will die in a day or two, and there are no external symptoms, if it is really like that, we will have to run as far as we can, and it will not be cured if it is stained." ”

"As for the milder symptoms... I still have a little bit of faith. ”

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Ma Sanbao really felt that Gu Huai was a little stunned, "You were just the owner of a pharmacy before, you are a scholar, not a doctor!" ”

"It's precisely because I'm a scholar that I know these things," Gu Huai said quietly, "It was a snowy winter..."

Ma Sanbao looked dazed, when is it, and you still have to tell a story?

"Don't look at me like that... Ahem, it was a very cold winter, I was still very young that year, and the family road had not yet fallen, one day a Taoist priest froze at the door of the house, I asked someone to pour him ginger soup to save his life, and then he wanted to give me a strange book, I don't accept him and don't leave that... Readers, you know, naturally I am more interested in books, and then I finished reading that strange book, and you say that it is not a coincidence, the symptoms of these herdsmen happened to be written there, and there are even ways to cure diseases. ”

"I don't believe it," Ma Sanbao, who has always been serious, was about to laugh angrily, "What strange book?" ”

"The Barefoot Doctor's Handbook."