On this day, the air in the tribe was filled with the unpleasant smell of medicinal soup.
Not only the slaves sleeping outside the house, but also the tribesmen of the Qingque tribe, Yang Chengdu made them drink a bowl of Bupleurum soup for every tribesman who might have a fever.
Again, if you drink it to death, drink it to death.
Even though Bupleurum decoction may be effective for most people who do not have a cold or fever, as long as one person has signs of a cold or fever, drinking Bupleurum decoction can treat it in advance and avoid serious illness.
As for the slave who had a fever, his fever subsided much that night.
By the morning of the next day, when Yang Cheng went to see him again, the slave's fever had subsided, but the sequelae were still there and he could not get up and walk.
Seeing Yang Cheng coming to see him, the slave immediately showed tears of gratitude and wanted to stand up and salute.
But seeing that he couldn't even get up and was swaying, Yang Cheng told him to stop struggling and just lie down.
There is no need for him to work these days. Anyway, everything in the tribe is on track, except for the big project of the outer wall. There is nothing else to do.
When this slave heard that Yang Cheng gave him such preferential treatment, his eyes turned red. He opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. In the end, he could only shout with great sincerity: "Witch——"
Those affectionate eyes made Yang Cheng's skin crawl and made him feel uncomfortable all over.
It's impossible to stay any longer.
Yang Guo decisively left the house, leaving behind the enthusiastic eyes of all the slaves.
After solving the problem of fever and illness among the tribesmen, what next?
Yang Cheng thought for a while and said to the two beast-eared girls who were playing behind him: "Let's go to that grassland to see if we can find any other herbs."
"Okay, Wu."
The two beast-eared girls were naturally indispensable. They followed Yang Cheng and left the tribe towards the grassland.
Yang Cheng didn't bring the Niu Niu with him this time. Yang Cheng was afraid that the Niu Niu wouldn't be able to walk in the past and would eat some precious and useful medicinal materials.
So I brought the giant panda. Although the giant panda is also an omnivore, it is not interested in weeds and the like. Its diet still mainly eats bamboo.
Three people and one bear left the inner wall and just headed to the grassland where they picked medicinal herbs yesterday.
at this time.
From a distance, I could see a stream of dust rising up in the distance outside the tribe at an extremely fast speed. There seemed to be a figure in the dust at the forefront.
"I am Qiuye from the Teng tribe, and I want to meet your shaman from the Qingque tribe."
The figure ran and shouted.
Hearing her shout, everyone who was working on the outer wall put down what they were doing and gathered around.
The autumn leaves of the Vine Tribe?
What is she here for?
Yang Cheng couldn't help but think of Qiuye's plump figure, those long legs, those big butts, those big things...
Well, that's pretty good.
Although Yanlin and Xing have grown up under Yang Cheng's constant nourishment, there is still a huge gap compared with Qiuye...
Yang Cheng retracted his reverie and turned around to see Yan Lin and Xing looking at him with suspicion and vigilance.
The two of them are no longer the ignorant girls they used to be. They already understand human affairs. Seeing the expression on Yang Cheng's face when he was thinking, they knew that the dirty man in front of them had some ulterior motives.
"Wu...what were you thinking about just now?"
"Not thinking about anything."
"Really?"
"real."
"Wu, you are not good..."
"Where is..." Yang Cheng suddenly reacted: "Hey, why am I talking to you two about this!"
"Bang, Bang!"
Yang Cheng's Yan Lin and Xing were each hit on the head.
"pain!"
The two beast-eared girls immediately cried out in pain.
"Let's go, let's go over and see why Qiuye suddenly came to our Qingque tribe. Seeing how anxious she is, there may be something big going on."
After Yang Cheng finished speaking, he threw himself a quick step technique and walked ahead.
Behind them, Yan Lin and Xing looked at each other and nodded. Wu was feeling guilty.
outside the tribe.
Yanhu, Hongya and the others immediately rushed forward.
Yanhu asked curiously: "Qiuye Warrior, hey, you have also become a fifth-grade totem warrior, but why did you suddenly come to our Qingque tribe?"
Hongya also wondered: "Yes, Qiuye warrior, why did you come to our Qingque tribe?"
"Akiba Warrior, who is the little girl you are holding in your arms?"
Someone with sharp eyes saw the little girl being held tightly by Qiuye and became curious.
Just as he asked this question, someone else felt Hua Xuan's aura.
"Witch power, witch power, I feel witch power in her body, is she a witch?!"
"What, a witch? She was held in the arms of the Qiuye warriors, and she has the aura of a witch. Could it be that she is a witch from the Vine tribe."
"Probably, otherwise I wouldn't be hugged by the Qiuye warriors, but it seems that the situation of the shamans in the Vine tribe is not good?"
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Everyone in the Qingque tribe was talking a lot, making Qiuye worried and anxious.
However, she couldn't scold him like she did in her own tribe. After all, this was the Qingque tribe, and she was begging for help.
Qiuye ignored the curious gazes of everyone in the Qingque Tribe and directly grabbed Yan Hu at the front and asked anxiously: "Is the shaman from your Qingque Tribe in the tribe?"
This is what Qiuye is most worried about.
As far as she knew, the shaman of the Qingque tribe was a restless master. He would run out of the tribe from time to time, and he would last thirty or forty sunsets every time he ran away.
And if the shaman of the Qingque tribe is not in the tribe this time, then her trip to bring Hua Xuan here for help will be in vain, and the last straw for Hua Xuan to save her life will be gone!
Fortunately, Yanhu gave her certain news.
Yanhu nodded and said: "We witches are in the tribe, Qiuye warrior, do you have anything to do with our witches?"
Hearing the news that the shaman of the Qingque tribe was in the tribe, Qiuye breathed a sigh of relief, and then immediately said nervously: "I want to ask your shaman to save our shaman..."
Akiba was halfway through what he said.
A gentle voice came from outside the crowd: "Akiye Warriors, what happened to your witch?"
Yan Lin's voice sounded again: "The witch is coming, please get out of the way."
Everyone hurriedly made a way, and among the totem warriors who were two meters tall, Yang Cheng, who was not tall, stepped forward.
But in Qiuye's eyes, Yang Cheng's figure at this moment was much taller than the totem warrior next to him!
Qiuye was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was doing. He quickly said anxiously: "The shaman of the Qingque Tribe, our shaman is sick!"
As soon as these words came out.
Everyone present suddenly started talking and making noise!
