Chapter 9

Yan Mo set the fire to light it up, and reluctantly spread a blanket out, struggling to support himself with his arms, and moved his body onto the blanket covered with a few pieces of broken fur.

Although the tattered fur had a terrible smell and was uncomfortable to poke at the skin, it was better than sleeping on the cold ground.

There were a lot of broken furs, but they were not big, and they had been piled up for a long time, and the mold had rotted a lot. It took Yan Mo a long time to find a piece that could barely cover his stomach.

Lying on the bed, Yan Mo let out a long sigh and finally got a good night's sleep.

Once quiet, the surrounding sound is also amplified, but the tent with only a layer of fur can't stop the sound from penetrating at all.

There is no entertainment here at night. What can every family do when they return to the tent after dinner?

Yan Mo slowly closed his eyes as he listened to various original movements that were completely undisguised.

Physically and mentally exhausted, Yan Mo quickly forgot the harshness of his environment and quickly fell asleep. Even if he felt the pain in the dream and felt cold all over, he was not willing to wake up.

As the night deepened, the temperature dropped a little bit.

The climate here is really desert-like, it's terribly hot during the day and terribly cold at night.

Except for the injured leg that could not be curled, Yan Mo shrank into a ball in the cold, holding himself tightly with both hands, resisting the cold and pain.

Sudden!

what--! "Yan Mo suddenly let out a scream, and the whole person was woken up by the pain.

Yuan Zhan was awakened from his sleep, cursed and opened his eyes, got up and walked to Yan Mo's side, squatted down, grabbed his hair, and said angrily: What is it called? "

Yan Mo hugged his injured leg and his face was covered in sweat.

He actually forgot the punishment mentioned in the guide, that damned pain!

Just now, in his sleep, he dreamed that the old priest was holding a burning wooden stick, aiming it at his injured leg and scalding it!

The dream is false, but the burning pain is real.

Seeing him like that, Yuan Zhan frowned and asked: Does the wound hurt? "

Yan Mo's consciousness was a little sluggish, and he didn't answer.

trouble. "Yuan Zhan left him, removed the stone pressing the door curtain, walked out of the tent, scooped a ladle of water back, held up his head, and brought the ladle to his mouth, drink!"

Yan Mo, who was sweating profusely, was indeed extremely thirsty, holding Yuan Zhan's hand, holding the water scoop, and gulping down the drain.

Continue to sleep, don't scream, or I'll gag your mouth. "

Yuan Zhan packed up, pulled a piece of intact tanned fur hanging on the wall, and threw it on Yan Mo. Without saying a word, he went back to lie down and continued to sleep.

Yan Mo slowly reached out and hugged the piece of fur that could cover his entire body, letting it cover his entire body.

The pain of the broken bone, coupled with the pain left by the burning pain, made Yan Mo very restless in the middle of the night, and he didn't even know that he made a low moan.

The young and powerful Yuan Zhan was furious at the moaning of his own slaves. After swearing a swear word, turned over, and started self-reliance.

Yan Mo woke up in the morning and smelled the special fishy smell that hadn't dissipated in the tent. The corners of his mouth twitched. Seventeen years old... Isn't he the age group who wants to poke at a tree?

Chapter 7 Thinking left and right is a miserable word

grown ups! "Yan Mo stopped Yuan Zhan, who was about to go out.

Back to the original battle.

Are you leaving without breakfast? "Actually, he was hungry.

In the original battle, let's talk about the prey on the road. "It means that if there is no prey, there is no food to eat.

Dear master, are you too useless? He was so poor that his family didn't even have enough food for breakfast!

Yan Mo concealed his contempt and sneered. My lord, I sincerely suggest that you can pick up some big thistle leaves from the back of the shed in the square and take them with you. If you are injured on the way, you can chew it and apply it to the wound to stop the bleeding. "

Got it. "

grown ups! "

Yuan Zhan looked back impatiently, what else do you do? "

In addition to thistle, I can tell you a few more common herbs. If you see them on the road, you can use them at any time. If you can pick some back, I can also treat them and save them for later use. "

Yuan Zhan's narrow and fierce eyes revealed obvious mockery, spare? Is that what you need? "

Yan Mo had a shy and innocent smile on his face.

Yuan Zhan suddenly turned around, walked to Yan Mo's side, pinched the boy's face, and said, what do the herbs you need look like? "

Yan Mo's face twitched in pain, he covered his face and squeezed out a smile and said, "Sir, then listen. "Yan Mo said several herbs and insect shapes he needed.

Drynaria has both sides of each large leaf, the leaflets are opposite, the leaves are long with cusps and short stalks, shaped like a fishbone.

Elderberry, the leaves are alternate, sessile, the leaves are obliquely long and oval, and the flowers bloom into pieces, mostly star-shaped small white flowers.

Achyranthes...

Yan Mo stopped to explain, looked at the confused Yuan Zhan and asked: Sir, do you remember? "

Yuan Zhan does not admit to himself

Whether I heard it or not, I put on a straight face and said expressionlessly: Trouble. "

Yan Mo saw that his palm didn't respond, and knew that the person on the other side didn't remember anything. Resisting the urge to pat the other person's head, he begged with his eyes and said carefully: "Sir, I can draw it, you can cut a smooth surface. the wood chips for me? Bring me some twigs or grass roots that didn't burn out in the fire pit. "

When others raise slaves, they can save themselves a lot of trouble. Why does he have to do more when raising slaves? Yuan Zhan pursed his lips, stretched out a stern lip line, and pointed to the boy's nose, you'd better heal the wound before winter comes, or I'll cut it off! "

...Yes, my lord. "

Yuan Zhan lifted the curtain and went out for a while, then came in with a cold face and threw him a piece of wood about one foot long, eight centimeters wide, and one centimeter thick.

Your lord, and the branches in the fire pit..."

Yuan Zhan went out again, came in, grabbed a few unburned branches and hard grass roots, you hurry up, the assembly horn sounded, and those who did not arrive will be punished. "

Yes. Yan Mo tried to ignore the ugly face of his master, grabbed the carbonized branches in the front half, and quickly drew on the wood chips.

I don't know how Yuan Zhan cut and polished the wood chips, but the surface is very smooth without many burrs.

Yan Mo recalled several herbs that he desperately needed, as well as some common herbs, and painted them on the wood chips as distinctively as possible.

He did not learn to paint as a child, nor did he show a talent for it. One summer vacation after college, I followed a professor who likes to run into the mountains as a free clinic helper. I found that one of my classmates, an ordinary-looking senior who could draw the shape of the herbs that the locals wanted, could not help but envy. .

In the following years, when he followed a professor to make money from so-called wild medicinal materials, he felt more and more that painting was more direct and useful than words in some places. For this reason, he began to learn painting at the age of twenty-six. Practice non-stop every day.

Now, after 13 years of training, even if he can't become a painter, he wants to draw the shapes of herbs that have long been imprinted in his mind, but he is very handy and easy.

Yuan Zhan took the painted wood chips and raised his eyebrows when he saw the various plants on it. He thought that his little slave said he wanted to paint, and he drew a few big circles and small circles on the wood chips and added a few more. stick, didn't expect...

And bugs? "

Yes, those bugs can also be used as medicine, and they work very well. "

This kind of painting skill was also taught to you by your priest? "How powerful are the Yanshan priests? Why doesn't he remember?

Yes. "

Liar! If the Yanshan tribe priest had the ability to draw something realistic, he would have gone to the city to serve as a god servant, why should he live a precarious life in a small remote tribe? Even if he can't go to the upper city, the lower city temple will cherish him.

Yuan Zhan kept his expression still, not letting the boy see his surprise and shock.

The young man is probably still young, and their priest may not have had time to tell him how powerful this skill is, so he will never tell the young man this.

If the young man knew that the slave he picked up for nothing might be about to fly, this is absolutely not allowed!

No matter how good you are, it's mine!

Poor Yan Mo, who hunted wild geese all day long, was blinded by the wild goose today.

However, it was also because of his inertial thinking that he felt that it was very convenient to master the skill of painting, but he didn't think it was that great, and he didn't know much about the local area as much as Yuan Zhan, who often went out. I don't even know that someone with special skills like him is very popular in the temple.

The most important thing is that he still has a kind of contempt for his young master in his heart. He doesn't take him seriously at all. He just waits for the injury to heal and gets rid of him. Naturally, he has no intention to study Yuan Zhan's expression changes.

So... he deserves to be a slave for Yuan Zhan for a few more years!

Yuan Zhan grabbed the wood chips and walked out of the tent, and when he went out, he wrapped the wood chips in shòu leather and tied them tightly, and hung them around his waist.

Inside the tent, Yan Mo looked at his shiny palms and smiled. He drew four kinds of plants and two kinds of insects. The guide gave him six points of scum. Now, he only needs to subtract one point, and he can return to 100 million points. the integer. It's a pity that the piece of wood was too small, and he couldn't paint as much as he wanted.

On the first day Yuan Zhan left, Yan Mo stayed in the tent and didn't go anywhere. He injured his leg, and it was best not to move.

Kusamachi brought him a meal, and twice carried him to the valley behind the tent to solve his physical problems.

Yan Mo looked at this natural toilet and had to praise the wit of the ancients.

About 20 meters away from the tent area, there is a natural crack, the crack is not wide, just about a step away, just like the long squatting pit in the old toilet.

Men, women and children in the Yuanji tribe, as long as they are a little more particular, like the convenience of being here. For those who are too lazy, they dig a hole behind their tent and cover it with soil. Small solutions are very innocuous, and many people solve them anywhere.

Therefore, poor places are always accompanied by various odors.