I am a Primitive Man

On the canoe that Han Cheng was sitting in, he was the only one with the shivering minor from the Fire Tribe huddled in a corner of the canoe.

The four oars were all placed in the cabin, and no one was rowing, but the boat was going upstream all the way.

Of course, this is not by the waves, but a rope is tied in front of the boat, and the other end of the rope is tied to the stern of the boat that Eldest Brother and Shang are rowing together.

This is Han Cheng's intention. The purpose is to isolate the minor and prevent him from contacting the elder brother and others.

On the boat, a fire is burning.

There is no need to worry about the wooden canoe being burned by fire, because Han Cheng carefully knocked out a hole in the lower side of an empty clay pot with stones to make a simple stove.

Under the jar, a few thick stones were placed for heat insulation, so that the wooden boat would not be burned by fire.

Green smoke was emitting from the simple stove, and white gas was floating in another large and short pottery pot on top of it.

There was a bitter taste in the air.

What is boiled here is the root of the suspected bupleurum.

The place where the bupleurum bupleurum was found yesterday has not yet arrived, and the ones that Han Cheng planted in the jars to bring back to the tribe are boiled now.

Han Cheng guessed that the time was almost up, and after throwing two pieces of firewood into the simple stove, he stopped.

After a while, when the fire was almost enough, he picked up two handfuls of hay, wet them in the river, put them on the edge of the earthenware pot, and poured the little medicinal juice left in the earthenware pot into a large bowl. inside.

The color is a bit black, and it looks very similar to the bowl that Pan Jinlian poured into Wu Dalang.

After putting the bowl here and waiting for a while, Han Cheng touched the outside of the bowl with his hand and felt that it was not too hot, so he picked it up and walked towards the shivering minor who would shrink into a ball.

The minor was terrified. When he saw Han Cheng walking towards him, he immediately shrank back into the corner.

It was originally very thin, but after shrinking like this, only a small ball remained.

Drink it.

Han Cheng tried his best to make his smile friendly,

Language softens.

However, the child couldn't understand what he said, and just looked at him in horror, shaking constantly.

I don't know if it's because I'm too scared, or if I have a fever.

Seeing this, Han Cheng stopped talking, put the bowl into his mouth, and pretended to drink.

It may be that there is no such frightening fire here, or it may be that Han Cheng is also a minor and will not kill him like those adults, or he understands what Han Cheng means. I'm hungry too.

After Han Cheng brought the bowl to his mouth for a while, the child opened his mouth to drink.

But as soon as he took a sip, he spit it out again. I don't know if the medicine was too bitter, or he was frightened by the hot water that he had never drunk before.

He shook his head and didn't want to drink any more, but after waiting for a while, seeing that Han Cheng kept bringing the bowl to his mouth without moving it away, he still drank the water that he had never drunk before with fear.

After drinking, he kept grinning.

Han Cheng looked at it and smiled.

He took out the boiled roots from the medicine pot and put them on the side of the cabin to dry, scooped water from the river to wash the pot, filled some water, put it on the simple stove, and then added firewood.

After doing this, I found some bacon, sliced ​​it into pieces as much as possible with a bone knife, and boiled it in a clay pot.

The minors curled up in the corner were no longer as frightened as before.

He curled up there, endured the discomfort in his body, and peeked at this mysterious minor who was not much older than him and seemed very stable.

Watch him make water that's drinkable but tastes bad, using things he's never seen before.

When he saw the piece of meat that Han Cheng held in his hand, he was already drooling. Even if he was not hungry, food like meat was very attractive to him, let alone Said that since he fell ill, he hasn't eaten much.

He really wanted to eat that tempting meat, but he didn't dare to express it other than swallowing.

In their tribe, things like meat have always been the food of those strong adults. These minors, most of the time, eat grass and grass seeds to satisfy their hunger.

The smell of boiled meat wafted out, and this strange smell went straight into his nose. He drools and swallowed more, but he didn't dare to expect to eat this delicious food.

This person who doesn't look very fierce and has never seen it before, it is already very good to drink the bad-tasting water just now.

How could he dare to hope for the rest?

only……

This smells delicious...

Under the watchful eyes of this minor who was still thinking about food while still having a fever, Han Cheng poured the boiled rice, which could barely be called meat porridge, into the bowl that he scrubbed after being filled with medicine.

The sick minor's eyes widened instantly. He looked at Han Cheng who was smiling at him, and then at the bowl of delicious meat porridge in front of him, with an expression of disbelief.

eat.

Han Cheng handed the bowl in front of the minor, pointed to his mouth, and repeated in his mouth.

eat?

After a while like this, the syllable that he didn't understand meant came out from the mouth of the minor.

There was weakness and disbelief in the hoarse voice.

Well, eat!

Han Cheng nodded vigorously, and at the same time moved the bowl towards him.

The desire for delicious food overcomes the fear in my heart.

The little primitive man rolled his eyes and looked at Han Cheng timidly, and took a small sip with his mouth.

After taking this bite, he couldn't stop anymore, holding the bowl in both hands, eating quickly.

Han Cheng smiled. He had expected this scene a long time ago, and he deliberately waited until it was almost cold before bringing it to him. Otherwise, after the meal, the child's mouth would definitely peel off a layer of skin.

Han Cheng looked at the little primitive who was devouring the food with a smile on his face.

This guy, looking at his eating posture, doesn't he look like a person with a high fever?

But it’s good to be able to eat, which means that the body is still very healthy. Even if you don’t use medicine, as long as you provide delicious food, you can still cook for a while.

If people from the Fire Tribe are really capable of attacking, and those who can run away, if they say they are in the fire, they will be in the fire...

Han Cheng looked at it for a while, then turned around and went back to wash the clay pot again. After filling most of the pot with water, he added firewood to burn it.

This guy's body is really too dirty, and he needs to wash and scrub well. Paying attention to hygiene is a great way to prevent diseases.

On the boat not far ahead, Liang looked at Shenzi Shiwei with burning eyes.

If possible, he wanted to come over to help in person, but Shenzi disagreed, so he could only watch there, for fear of missing something.

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