Chapter 274 Bupleurum?

go back?

Han Cheng looked at the still wild Dongfang and nodded slightly.

It was indeed time to go back.

It’s just that I’m a little unwilling to go back like this, people, sometimes there are such contradictions.

"Go down another day, stop tomorrow afternoon, and start returning the day after tomorrow..."

Eldest brother and others actually want to go back now, but since Han Cheng said so, they will naturally have no objections.

The atmosphere in the team is much more relaxed than before. Although they can't go back directly now, at least they know the day to return to the tribe, and they have a hope in their hearts.

On the way back to the river bank from Wangdong Mountain, Han Cheng suddenly squatted down and looked at the plant in front of him with a puzzled expression.

Seeing this, the elder brother and the others also stopped and looked at Han Cheng and the plants in front of Han Cheng together, with joy on their faces.

They didn't know what it was, but judging from the Son of God's reaction, they knew that it was probably a good thing.

If it can be confirmed that these grasses are that kind of thing, then it is indeed a good thing for the love tribe, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a treasure.

The name of this thing is Bupleurum.

Han Cheng doesn't know exactly what effects Bupleurum has, but he remembers one thing very clearly, and that is to reduce fever!

In later generations, Bupleurum bupleurum has always been a very important medicinal material in traditional Chinese medicine, and it is even more common to be used to reduce fever. Han Cheng has taken this medicine several times before, so he has a deep impression of Bupleurum bupleurum.

Such a blind medicinal material, for the current Qingque tribe, its important role is self-evident.

The only thing that makes people uncomfortable is that he has only seen Bupleurum bupleurum after being dried in the sun, and Bupleurum bupleurum with finely crushed yellow flowers.

It's the end of spring now, and the difference between the low grass in front of me and the Bupleurum bupleurum with yellow flowers growing more than one meter high is really too big.

It's just that the leaves look alike, both are similar to bamboo leaves.

I shouldn't come out at this time this time, and wait until the Dragon Boat Festival or autumn.

Many of the plants are already established and are much easier to identify.

Han Cheng seemed a little helpless thinking.

Seeing that Han Cheng just looked at the grass and muttered, everyone just didn't speak. After waiting for a while, they couldn't help asking.

Han Chengcheng told them this.

After hearing Han Cheng say that this might be a medicinal material that can cure diseases, everyone's eyes lit up immediately.

For diseases, they used to deal with it very simply, that is to fight hard.

If you pass the resistance, you can continue to live. If you can't, you will die.

It is said to be a stubborn resistance, but in fact, it is almost like waiting to die.

Since Han Cheng came here, this situation has changed to a certain extent.

Only then did everyone know that when one gets sick, in addition to fighting hard, there are other ways to treat it.

At this time, I heard that the grass in front of me can be used to cure diseases, so why not be unhappy?

But after Han Cheng was not sure whether it was Bupleurum or not, the enthusiasm in everyone's hearts was extinguished a lot.

Everyone was scratching their heads, trying to figure out a way to verify the medicine Shenzi said.

"Son of God, I'm coming..."

Liang stood up, patted his chest and told Han Cheng that he could try it.

Han Cheng thought for a while and shook his head and refused. He wanted to verify whether this thing was Bupleurum bupleurum, but he couldn't tell by just tasting it.

The best way is to prescribe the right medicine.

Thinking about how Liang took off his clothes and swam in the water that still seemed very cold, he had a cold and a fever, and he used this suspected Bupleurum to make medicine for him to drink, and then Liang died, Han Cheng's face couldn't help but twitch smoke.

To use Liang's life to verify the authenticity of this medicine, he would never do so anyway.

He was also counting on the emergence of a qualified half-doctor in the tribe.

Seeing Shenzi shaking his head and refusing, Liang was a little anxious. Ever since Han Cheng brought him into this pit and made his great wish, he became more and more obsessed, always wanting to find useful medicinal materials for the tribe to use.

In private, he tasted a lot of plants, but he couldn't find any medicinal herbs. Instead, he found three edible wild vegetables for the tribe...

At this time, after learning from Han Cheng that the thing in front of him is likely to be of great use in curing diseases, how can he bear it?

He didn't care much about what Shenzi said, that he might be poisoned to death. He had tasted so many things, so he was living well now?

After repeatedly asking Han Cheng to refuse, Liang secretly picked some elsewhere and stuffed them into his mouth.

Tender, juicy, not too bitter, better than most he's ever tasted...

It's just that he really can't taste whether it's just a medicinal herb or whether it can cure a disease...

Bright with green grass juice in his mouth, he looked like he was about to cry.

After thinking for a while, Han Cheng suddenly smiled, and slapped himself twice on the forehead.

I'm really getting into the horns, since I can't recognize it at this time, then I'll wait and see when these things grow up, and then I can tell whether it is Bupleurum or not.

Thinking this way, he stood up and prepared to go, after thinking about it, he asked the elder brother to dig out some with the bone shovel he carried with him, and took them to the boat.

In order to ensure that these suspected bupleurum can be planted alive, when digging, I brought a lot of "grandmother's soil".

There are clay pots containing 'pig skin jelly' that have been eaten up, and it is just right to use them as vases to plant these things.

The four canoes set sail again, leaving here and heading downstream.

The place was quiet again, leaving only a simple flag with a blue sparrow painted on it, shaking here from time to time.

The people of the Bone Tribe lit a bonfire and sat around a relatively open place to eat food.

When there is a fire at night, those beasts generally dare not come over.

The leader of the Bone Tribe stuffed food into his mouth, not in a very good mood.

On the one hand, they did not see the herd of deer that the man in the tribe mentioned today, on the other hand, the food they carried was much less.

The tingling pain in his hand brought him back to his senses slightly, it was worn out when he drilled wood to make fire just now.

The pain in his hands reminded him of how people in that tribe drilled wood to make fire. An old man could actually drill fire, and it was easier than himself...

Thinking about it this way, many things about that tribe can't help but come to mind.

Abundant food, a lot of pottery, delicious salt...

Thinking this way, apart from envy and admiration, a kind of anger suddenly rose from his heart—why can they have so many things? Why do I have to use so many things to exchange...

The orange-red bonfire flickered, reflecting the angry face of the leader of the Bone Tribe...