Chapter 3

Hei Jiao was born in a tribe called Yanshan tribe. Hearing the name of the tribe, he knew that the place where the tribe lived was likely to produce salt.

Because the tribe owns a salt dòng, compared to other tribes, life is not bad, and the clansmen in the tribe are basically not hungry, but because of this salt dòng, they are targeted by many tribes, and the Yanshan tribe beats them. He had retreated several times, but he was finally defeated by another larger tribe, the She clan, five days ago. In the end, he had to flee in a panic with the remaining clansmen.

Hei Jiu was bitten by a wild shòu while fleeing with his clan and looking for a new place to live. He fell into a coma due to infection and fever, and was finally abandoned by his clan. Among the clan who abandoned him were his parents and elder brother.

However, this kind of abandonment will not be criticized here. His clansmen did not directly chop him up as food and take him away with salt.

The place is poor and the folk customs are fierce. As far as Heijiu knows, several large tribes nearby have the custom of cannibalism. Some large tribes will even go out to attack other weak tribes in winter when there is extreme lack of food, and most of the people they capture are Will be made into cured meat, and only a small part will be left as slaves.

In addition to the tribe, there are also cities formed by the merger of super-large tribes, which are divided into upper, middle and lower grades, but the young man has only heard of it and has never been there. He has never even stepped out of his own tribe.

After Yan Mo merged these memories, he silently stared at the simple roof for a long time.

A large hand waved away the circling flies, grabbed his hair and lifted his head.

Yan Mo's expression changed immediately, from being expressionless to being courteous and cautious, even if his scalp was scratched and it hurt.

Not dead yet? "The vicious man with the blue tattoo on his face seemed surprised.

He glanced at the boy's right leg, the wound there looked even more terrifying, maggots had already covered half of the leg, the thick water mixed with blood, the exposed skin was full of swollen lumps that were bitten by mosquitoes, and the boy's body was full of swollen lumps. The rotten smell and the smell of urine, no one here will heal the wounds of a mortal reserve, and naturally no one will help him clean up.

Yes, my life is big. Yan Mo was also surprised. He made a rough calculation. It has been about two days since the injury. If it is an ordinary person, the injury is so serious, and there is an infection. Now that there is a shortage of doctors and medicines, he is 100% hopeless. , even if he was rescued, he would have to cut off the injured leg.

But when he woke up with a fever again, he observed his wound. The pus on the surface was very serious, but when the pus on the surface was removed, the flesh and blood inside was still fresh and not rotten. The blood in the legs was also flowing normally. Although the bone is a little black, the deterioration is not serious. As long as it can be handled correctly and given medication, there is full hope for recovery.

However, it is precisely because the wound is always in a fresh state that he must always feel the pain that he absolutely cannot ignore, and he cannot escape even in a coma.

But he couldn't say these words to the fierce man, he could only express his gratitude sincerely: Thank you for saving..." Before he could finish speaking, the man pulled his hair out of the grass shed.

Yan Mo was throbbing in pain, but he was unable to resist and did not dare to resist for the time being.

No...don't...kill me...please! "

A begging for mercy made him stammer. Although he could already understand what the tribesman said, he needed some practice to speak fluently.

The man stopped, threw him to the ground, stepped on his chest, put one hand on his thigh, bent over and said, "I can't see you yesterday, and the fat dog said that he will kill you this afternoon. , I originally planned to dig out your heart before the fat dog started, so as not to waste money, but I didn't expect you to survive. "

I...I can...do many...things, please...don't kill me, I..."

what can you do? ' The man stretched out his feet and plucked at the roots of his shrunken descendants—his only straw belt and straw pocket were taken off.

Your right leg is rotten, and you have to cut it off if you want to survive. A slave with a broken leg? I'd rather have a forty-year-old wife. The gān who is blinded by the dark lights is the same, and she can still do things normally. "

Yan Mo hated in his heart, but he begged: no need to cut it off, I understand... herbal medicine, I will... treat myself, I will... get better, please..."

Do you know herbal medicine? "The man's expression was written in disbelief.

Really, I understand! "

Which tribe are you from? "

Yanshan people. Yan Mo licked his lips, his throat was already cracking with thirst, which was worse than hunger. Fortunately, he didn't eat anything, otherwise he would not only have to sleep on his own urine, but also have to sleep with his own urine. close contact with feces.

I know the Yanshan priest, and I know his disciples, and you are not any of them. ' the man sneered.

I really understand! "Yan Mo puffed out his whole body.

With the remaining strength, he hugged the man's thigh and begged, "Give me... in seven days, and I can... make the wound... get better, if not, you... do anything... it's fine!" "

You want me to keep you for seven days? Don't you know that winter is almost here? If you lie, I have to pay you seven days of food, not only that, I have to take you out to find herbs. "The man is clearly not willing.

I will... repay you! I swear! I'm fine...and I can do a lot..."

The man grabbed his hair again.

The child's face is dirty, but the deadness on his face is gone. Maybe raising him can really support him?

The man is hesitating, he only has one slave quota, and he gave it to this kid. Before he climbs to the third-level soldier, he can't have another slave. If there is a tribe behind to sell more beautiful and healthy men and women, he will eat it. It's a big loss, although this kid doesn't want money, but before his injury heals, he'll have to post back, and if he's injured like this, he won't be able to do that kind of thing in the short term.

But what if no one comes to sell slaves any time soon? Tribes don't seem to have wars. If there is no war, naturally there will be no slaves who don't want money. And he has wanted a slave exclusively for himself for a long time, and the appearance of this kid is also quite to his appetite, as long as he raises a little meat...

Yan Mo was also desperately looking for a chance to survive. While the man was thinking, he swept the square and the grass hut over and over again.

There were indeed some weed-like plants growing on the ground and under the walls, but he didn't even know most of them! Those who know it are not sure whether it is the kind of plant that they judge by themselves.

here……

When he came here on the first day, Yan Mo was skeptical, but because he saw not many creatures, such as flies and mosquitoes, they still looked similar to what he knew, so even if he had doubts, he still tried his best to go. good direction to think.

But so far he has not found a single herb that he is familiar with, which is too strange. Herbs and herbs, basically as long as they can grow from the ground, will have a certain medicinal value, and he has studied herbal medicine for many years, and he dare not say that he has written down all the herbs, but he can recognize 80% of the commonly used and special ones.

Is this really not Earth?

and many more! what is that?

Behind the grass hut, a pipa is half-covered, revealing a weed figure.

I finally saw one that matched my memory! The more Yan Mo looked at the weed, the more like an herbal medicine he knew.

The man looked at Yan Mo and was about to tell Yan Mo his decision.

Yan Mo has already called out first: Look there! That's the thistle! "

What? "The man's eyes followed the direction of Yan Mo's fingers.

Thistle, a herb that can reduce inflammation, stop serum and detoxify heat. Can you take me there to take a look? If so, I can use it now. "

Yan Mo stammered these words, but he seemed to understand from the man's expression.

When Yan Mo pointed at a weed and shouted that it could stop the bleeding, many men and women living on both sides of the square looked in the direction he pointed.

The man lifted Yan Mo up and walked behind the hut with him.

Is this what you said? "The man threw Yan Mo to the ground again.

Yan Mo, who was tortured by the pain of the broken bone, gasped in pain and clenched his teeth tightly to prevent himself from fainting again.

He propped up his upper body and dragged his legs close to the weed.

The edge of the leaf is tooth-like, and the tip of the leaf like serrations is like the tip of a needle, with white filamentous hairs, and the leaves are alternate...

Yep, that's the big thistle.

There is more than this one growing behind the hut, and a small piece of it grows sporadically.

Yan Mo reached out and touched the leaves of the big thistle and let out a long breath. He was also worried that it was really a desert area, and even the place where people lived was full of sand. Fortunately, if the thistle grows, it means that the soil and water here is not yet there. Really bad to the point of just sand.

Knives, fire, pots, clean water, I want to deal with... a little... wound. "Yan Mo stared at his right palm, his eyes frozen.

——Identify a type of herbal medicine, the scum value is -1, and the total scum value is 99999999 points.

The book-shaped light curtain in the center of the palm hung the sentence brightly for five seconds, and then snapped it shut, revealing a line of cursive characters on the cover: Exile Transformation Guide!

Men don't really believe what the young man said. Their tribe also has priests, but they have never told them that this shape of weed is useful. On the contrary, because this weed has teeth and sharp leaves, they all classify it as thorns. Cut the cubs of the tribe, and generally have the slaves remove the weeds.

But seeing the surprised expression on the boy's face didn't seem like a lie.

Or let him try this wild grass. If it is really useful, it will be beneficial to their tribe. If it is useless, he will be the unlucky one.

I give you this chance, but you only have this chance, if you dare to lie to me, I will treat you as

Live animals, cut you a piece of meat every day until you die. ' the man said slowly.

Yan Mo quickly retracted his gaze on his right palm. He would bet that this person was definitely not intimidating him, and that this person would definitely do what he said.