I am a Primitive Man

After washing with salt water, Han Chengcheng wanted to just apply the 'thorny horn buds' to Liang. Then he thought that the weather is hot now, and the wound is prone to inflammation. Simple salt water may not be enough to achieve the expected effect.

Everyone in the Qingque tribe is the most precious asset in Han Cheng's view, and he doesn't want them to be harmed.

After thinking for a while, he walked over to the lame who was weaving the stump.

The slender and soft branches such as willow and vitex are mostly used for weaving the treetops. Because there is a willow tree in the upper reaches of the small river, the treetops weaved by the Qingque tribe are mostly willow baskets.

Han Cheng took out two willow branches from the pile of branches, broke them and put them into a boiling earthenware pot to boil. After cooking for a while, he poured out the water from the willow branches that had turned a little blue, and waited for a while. After letting the water cool down a bit, he washed Liang's wound with willow water.

Willow bark contains an element that is the same as the main ingredient of an anti-inflammatory drug in later generations.

These are things that he learned in class back then. It was a long time ago. He had forgotten the specifics. He only remembered that willow branch water can be used to reduce inflammation. Now that he remembered it, he used it.

After washing it with willow branch water again, Han Cheng picked up the 'thorn horn bud' he had just brought back, picked off the leaves and rubbed them in his hands.

Don't use too much force when kneading, otherwise the small thorns on the edge of the leaves of the horn buds are easy to get stuck into the meat.

Even though a layer of calluses is not too thick on Han Cheng's hands now, it still can't withstand these small thorns.

The thorny horn buds that had been kneaded and faintly leaked blue juice covered the wound on Liang's instep, and after this delay, the blood that was bleeding slowly stopped soon.

You, sit here and don't move around.

As Han Cheng said, he also specifically pointed to the swollen injured foot, which meant that special attention should be paid to this foot.

Liang, who was trembling with fear, no longer trembled. Over the past year, they had witnessed too many miracles, and they had a kind of blind trust in Han Cheng.

Since Miko said that he would be fine, then he should not die in pain like his mother.

Liang recalled what Shenzi had done just now, something he had never seen before, and the fear in his heart was reduced again.

When Han Cheng was doing this, Wu was still watching from the sidelines as before, thinking that he would record these after the results came out.

Wu was even more worried about Liang's injured foot than Liang.

Because in the past, more than one person in the tribe died of festering wounds.

Just now, Han Cheng said that doing so would greatly reduce wound ulceration. Wu Ke, who was standing aside, heard it all in his ears. This person who was only worried about the continuation of the tribe, after learning such news, he It would be weird if you didn't care.

But this time he didn't directly ask Han Cheng for confirmation, but wanted to see the result from Liang.

So in the days that followed, besides lying on the edge of the rabbit circle and stroking the rabbit with black eyes while watching the rabbits eating grass, Wu had another job, which was to see Liang's wounds. foot.

Here, Han Cheng had just taken care of Liang's foot, but before he took a breath, something happened again!

Still the pole is broken.

This time, it was Shang who broke the shoulder pole. Fortunately, he had a good lesson just now. Shang had been paying attention when picking things. arrive.

The Qingque tribe became a little panicked, and accidents happened one after another, making them think that it was their actions that annoyed the gods, so the gods would bring disasters.

After all, building houses and building walls with stones has never been done...

Even Wu and the eldest brother came to ask Han Cheng, with panic on their faces.

The movement of stones and the laying of foundations stopped again.

Han Cheng frowned slightly to look at the two broken poles. He didn't believe that this was some kind of god's punishment, although he still wore the big hat of the Son of God.

The two shoulder poles were not broken from the middle, but from the place where the two ends were carved with grooves.

This groove is used to catch the things you pick so that they don't wobble.

Han Cheng asked someone to take a good shoulder pole and put it in front of his eyes to look at it again. His brows were wrinkled again, because he had already discovered the problem.

The grooves at both ends of the pole are much deeper and wider than before, and the texture on the surface has been broken.

It would be a strange thing if such a pole did not break when picking stones!

The reason why Han Cheng frowned was that he remembered that the groove on the shoulder pole was only a shallow one before. How did it expand to the present level?

The only one who can make a pole like this is Lame, who is both a carpenter and a weaver.

Han Cheng called out lame to inquire, lame was very nervous, worried that he would be punished by the Son of God for making mistakes.

Through the somewhat stammering statement, Han Cheng finally figured out the whole story.

In the past, the poles of the Qingque tribe were only used to carry water, because the rope was thin and soft, and the shallow grooves were naturally suitable for it.

But with the advent of the tree head, the shoulder pole seems a little at a loss.

Such a shallow groove cannot accommodate the semicircular shank handle which is many times thicker and has no toughness. Using such a pole to pick the shank, the shank often slides, which is very uncomfortable.

These people then found the lame responsible for making these things.

At that time, Han Cheng was busy instructing people to harvest and dry rapeseed, and he felt that such a trivial matter should not bother God, so he made a change himself, deepening and expanding the groove with a stone chisel. .

In the past, everyone used shoulder poles and truffle heads to carry light things, and there were no problems. Now that they have changed to picking stones, the problem immediately appeared.

Han Cheng, who found the problem, was about to tell everyone the reason, so that they would not be so panicked, but then changed his mind.

Looking at the restless members of the Qingque tribe who regarded him as the backbone, Han Cheng felt that it was necessary to instill some ideas in them, so that they would not be so superstitious about the gods, or not to follow blindly.

If I am here, I will naturally not bring the tribe into the ditch. If I am no longer there, will someone take advantage of this to do something wrong?

But this is something that is hard to say, because he is now wearing the halo of God. If he explains all this clearly, it will have an extremely bad influence on him and the entire Qingque tribe.

Han Cheng was very distressed and couldn't think of a good solution.

The people who had been watching him all the time, seeing the always omnipotent Son of God showing such a complicated and embarrassed expression, unable to give a solution for a long time, couldn't help but feel even more panicked, some people even thought about removing all these stones. To move back, no longer use stone to build houses.