Chapter 347

Jiufeng opened his mouth and grabbed Yan Mo's fingers, pulling gently.

Yuan Zhan licked his lips, and suddenly lowered his head and bit Yan Mo's earlobe.

Hello! "

Yuan Zhan grinned, didn't speak, just put his hand on the boy's shoulder, and rubbed his short hairy hair.

Yan Mo wanted to run away from him, but he didn't run away, so he went with him.

Ding Fei followed behind the two of them, looking at the priest, and then at the leader, laughing so cheaply.

Because of the goal, Yan Mo and the three did not stop on the road, and went straight from the fourth row to the second row.

The stall of the fisherwoman is in the second row and third place.

Yan Mo wanted to walk and watch all the way, but after a while, he began to look away. If it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't close his ears, he would have even plugged his ears.

Here, slaves are the lowest goods, they are equivalent to those captured wild shòu, or even worse.

Not every tribe is cruel to the slaves to be sold, but even tribes that don't deliberately torture those slaves will not deliberately treat these slaves well.

The weather was not warm at this time, it was a little better at noon, and it was cold in the morning and evening, but very few of those slaves were covered in fur, most of them were naked, they were shivering with cold, and the children were shrinking. Warming up together, but when someone takes a fancy to one of them, they will be pulled out to show their bodies. If they are too dirty, they will be washed with cold water, no matter how cold they are.

And this situation is even more serious at the moor gān booth. Most of their goods are slaves, some are trained, and some have just been caught. While selling trained slaves to various tribes, they trained and trained newly captured war slaves on the spot.

One of the slaves resisted, was gutted on the spot and hung on a post.

When Yan Mo walked there, the slave was convulsing and swallowing his last breath.

Yuan Zhan was used to this, and he didn't lift his eyelids.

The smile on Ding Fei's face disappeared. He was thinking that if there was no Lord Mo, the leader and Lord Meng would treat them all as slaves when they subdued their Awu tribe? When the leader brings the soldiers from Yuanji in the future, the Awu people will no longer have the chance to escape and turn over.

Like these slaves, they might be beaten, scolded, jianyín, nüè killed at will.

If the tribe had no rules against turning humans and intelligent creatures into slaves, what would happen to the women and children who were sent to Jiuyuan now? Will they still be as happy as they are now? Will the Horde still be full of laughter and laughter like it is now?

When he thought of being stared at by the hatred and numb eyes that existed everywhere in the tribe, when he thought that he could hear the screams and cries of slaves wherever he went, and when he thought that the relaxed and happy atmosphere of the tribe had become heavy and gloomy, Ding Fei, I felt unbearable.

Fortunately, we have Mr. Mo, fortunately!

At this time, Ding Fei was even more determined to firmly support all the rules made by the priest in the future.

Yan Mo rubbed the sun, should he be glad that the injuries he saw along the way by nüè's slave did not lead to death? And the one who killed was dead before he came. In fact, he also knew that he just didn't look carefully. If he looked carefully, he would definitely find a lot of dying people.

He has an idea, but he still needs to think about it.

Unwilling to be lonely, Jiufeng got out of Yan Mo's arms, his little wings trembled, and he flew to the top of the boy's head and squatted. A pair of bright eyes scanned the four directions. You can't even eat shòu, because it would be more troublesome to be seen by others, so it's alright not to be seen by others, right?

Now look at what you want to eat, wait for the evening... Jie Jie!

Yuan Zhan grabbed the boy's hand and rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb. Even if he wanted to buy slaves this time, he had to tame him. "

You know what I want to gān? "Yan Mo saw that someone in front of him started collecting bones from the first stall. That person picked them very fast. Once they picked them out, there would be slaves in the back who would wrap up those bones with fur, and wait for the person to negotiate the price. Another slave stepped forward to carry the package away.

Um. " Yuan Zhan followed his gaze.

Yan Mo shook his head and laughed, I bet you don't know what I'm thinking. "

Yuan Zhan was aroused, but Yan Mo refused to talk about it. I think some people have already started collecting bones next to the booth. Later, you will be responsible for exchanging bones with people. We round up the rest of the bag. "

Yuan Zhan nodded. The person in front who also collected bones needs to be picked, but Yan Mo doesn't. What does this mean?

When he arrived at the fisherwomen's clan, Yan Mo saw that they didn't treat bamboo poles as goods, and didn't ask each other about the bamboo as soon as he opened his mouth. Instead, he bent over to look at the various things they put out just like the others.

The fisherwomen also seem to be rich in medicinal herbs and the like. In addition to the most common skins and bones, their stalls are all kinds of medicinal herbs.

They also help people to see the doctor and treat the wound. In just a short while, Yan Mo saw people from two different tribes come to seek medical treatment.

The arrival of the three of Yan Mo naturally attracted the attention of the fisherwomen. Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo separated, Yan Mo looked at the herbs, and he was responsible for picking the shòu bones.

Although Yan Mo said that he didn't need to pick and choose, Yuan Zhan still didn't want to suffer too much. He picked out a few bones that looked thick, hard or special, and replaced them with perforated bone needles and twine.

The fisherwomen were very happy. They also had needles, but they were not so thin and perforated, let alone such strong twine. They were very attentive and asked Yuan Zhan if he wanted other goods. Yuan Zhan tilted his head to look at it, and seemed to have little interest in other goods. In the end, they only needed two bamboo poles that they used to set up their tents.

The fisherwomen forced a tent to be demolished in order to use needles and threads. Anyway, they could have their slaves cut down trees nearby for support without the bamboo poles.

Yuan Zhan waved his hand, and asked Ding Fei to take the big bag of bones and two bamboo poles back to the second floor first.

Yan Mo was still there watching the fisherwomen see patients and treat their injuries.

The old man of the fishermen tribe who treated the bite of the wild shòu agilely used a stone knife to dig out the carrion at the wound of the injured calf, picked out a few herbs, pulled the leaves and stuffed them into his mouth, chewed it, spit it out, and smeared it with the juice. on the injured leg.

The victim's face was twisted in pain, but he stubbornly did not snort.

After finishing all this, the old man grabbed a few handfuls of herbs and put them in a large leaf, wrapped them in a thin straw rope, and handed them to the wounded. Chew it, don't swallow the concoction, rinse your mouth with water afterwards, and don't touch the wound with water. "

Will it be better in the future? ' the Sorrow asked worriedly.

If it doesn't rot, it will grow well. "The old man patted his calf to comfort him. It's cold and it shouldn't be rotten. Go ahead."

The wounded leaves behind a tanned hide.

A woman who was picking herbs walked up to the old man with some herbs and whispered something, as if she was asking about the effects of those herbs, but her unnatural look was obviously more than that.

The old man answered the woman's question. After that, he paused again, rummaged through some herbs and handed them to her, and said something in a low voice.

Yan Mo vaguely heard, like: go back and burn it into ashes and stuff it in. "

The woman took the herbs, hid some of them in her arms, and held them in her hands. She dropped a rough salt stone the size of a fist, and hurried away with her head down.

When Yan Mo got close, he vaguely heard the woman say that he was bleeding from his lower body, and it had been almost a year.

This kind of disease belongs to menstrual irregularities. It is easy to treat and easy to treat, and it is difficult to treat. In addition to the pathological changes in the patient's body, the patient's environment and personal living habits also affect this.

The practice of burning herbs into ashes and stuffing them into the lower body was also practiced in the ancient times of his original world. It was very crude and not routinely effective. Sometimes improper handling would cause other lesions due to unsanitary conditions.

But Yan Mo didn't open his mouth to stop or correct anything. The woman didn't want more people to know about her coming here to see a doctor, so she specially changed some unwanted herbs.

Boy, I see you've been here for a long time, what do you want? "The old man sorted out the herbs and asked with a smile.

Your herbs are all good. "Yan Mo said it very sincerely. Compared with the herbs randomly placed in other stalls, the herbs of the fisherwomen are not rotten and corrupt, the roots are roots, the leaves are leaves, and they are handled very cleanly.

He saw that Yuan Zhan didn't leave after changing to bamboo poles, just for these herbs. Some herbs he knows, some he doesn't, and there are several kinds of those he knows that he needs.

Do you understand this? "

Understand a little. "

Are you a priest disciple? "The old man guessed from his dress and his unusual temperament.

Yan Mo shook his head. He was not the priest's disciple, but the priest himself.

The old man smiled, a deep ravine appeared on his face, child, which tribe are you from? "

Jiuyuan, in the upper reaches of the river. "

Up the river? It's a famous wild land, and I didn't expect your life to look much better than ours. "The old man sorted out the herbs, grabbed a few gān grass and rubbed them in his hands.

Are you the priest of the fisherwomen? Yan Mo grabbed a small fruit that looked like a star, with seven or eight horns, green in color and thick flesh, and sniffed it in front of his nose. The familiar pungent smell, nine of which can be used as both a medicinal herb and a medicinal material. Star anise used as a seasoning.

This is also what the star anise he has just seen looks like, and this thing has obvious characteristics, otherwise it is easy to miss it with the usual common star anise.

Mangcao and red fennel are also shaped like star anise. However, the octagonal fruit has at most nine edges and corners, and the edges and corners are relatively thick. On the other hand, the horns of Mangcao fruit are more pointed and warped, and there are more edges and corners, which can reach 12 or 12, and red fennel has 14 horns. Both of them are poisonous, and the latter is even more poisonous.

In order to avoid misunderstanding, Yan Mo secretly used the guide to confirm it again, confirming that it was aniseed.

We are not called priests, but witches. I am the eldest sorcerer, and the new sorcerer is my disciple. I'm getting old, and I don't want to wait to die in the clan. I'll go out and see everyone while I can still move around. "The old man smiled gently, and the grass in his hand was gradually twisted into a rope by him.