After making the tofu, Jiang Xuan made dipping water, braved the heavy snow, sent a portion to Chishao, and heated it for her in a bronze pot himself.
Since the Vine tribe began to produce bronze, many daily necessities have changed, such as bronze knives for cutting vegetables and bronze pots for cooking.
However, these bronzes can only be used by Jiang Xuan and Chi Shao for the time being, and they will be gradually promoted in the future.
"This is called tofu. I made it with black beans. It tastes pretty good. You can try it."
Jiang Xuan brought the tofu to Chi Shao and looked at her expectantly.
Chi Shao picked up the chopsticks, gently picked up a piece of tofu, dipped some water in it, and then put it in his mouth.
"Yeah, it's delicious."
I ate another piece of red peony root and it tasted really good.
Jiang Xuan had a smile on his face and said, "Eat more, and I'll do it next time after you finish."
Chi Shao nodded, ate a few more pieces, and then put down his chopsticks.
"Why don't you eat?"
"I still have some medicinal powder here that I haven't finished yet. I'll put it there first and eat it when I eat."
Chi Shao sat by the fire pit and started grinding herbs again. She needed to crush several herbs and mix them together to make a medicinal powder with excellent healing effects.
She is always like this, busy.
"Sister, I have an idea. I wonder if you are willing to do it."
"you say."
"I want you to lead a group of apprentices and teach them to understand herbal medicine, handle herbal medicine, and treat diseases and save people."
Chi Shao frowned slightly, but did not speak.
The inheritance of witch doctors has always been something that only witches can learn. Even if it is taught, it must be passed on to the next witch candidate. This is the rule of the tribesmen.
Now, Jiang Xuan wants to break this rule.
Jiang Xuan continued: "Sister, this is what I think."
"Our tribe is getting bigger and bigger, and there are more and more people. You can't keep busy even if you don't sleep all by yourself. You can't just grind medicine and see a doctor every day, right?"
"It's different if you bring a group of apprentices. Things like handling medicine and grinding medicine powder can be left to them. You just need to keep an eye on it."
"This way, you won't be so tired. If any of our tribesmen are injured or sick, they can get treatment as soon as possible."
"In the future, we can even open a special witch hospital. All sick and injured tribesmen can go to the witch hospital. There will be many witch doctors treating patients at the same time, so you don't have to wait too long."
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
"Sister, what do you think of my idea?"
After Jiang Xuan finished speaking, he looked at Chi Shao expectantly. In fact, this idea had been swirling in his mind for a long time. Two people had been arranged to help Chi Shao before, but Chi Shao did not teach them witch doctor skills.
Chi Shao was silent for a moment and said, "Let me think about it."
Jiang Xuan continued to persuade: "Sister, think about where your witch doctor skills come from? It was taught by an old witch, right?"
"Have you ever thought about why the old witch wants to teach you and why he carves a hundred sketches of the wilderness?"
"If more people cannot learn witch medicine and it is only in the hands of a few witches, then once something happens to a witch or a tribe, the witch medicine experience accumulated over a lifetime of hard work will be gone, or even the experience accumulated by several generations of witches. The inheritance will be lost.”
“Only by allowing more people to learn it, can the skills of witchcraft and medicine be truly passed down and carried forward.”
What Jiang Xuan said is not just a matter of witch doctor skills, but also many skills.
Because people who master these skills are afraid that their jobs will be affected if the skills are spread, they are very cautious in choosing inheritors and only pass them on to one person.
However, this method of inheritance is very risky.
For example, the Mosquito Tribe, the Crow Tribe, the Mantis Tribe, the Bird Tribe... After they were destroyed, the witchcraft healing experience accumulated by successive witches also disappeared with the death of the witch.
Even for those tribes that have been inherited for a long time, it is impossible for every witch to avoid accidents, right?
As long as one of the witches suddenly has an accident, the inheritance will be incomplete at least, or cut off at worst.
This is undoubtedly a huge loss.
It is different to spread the witchcraft and medicine skills. The more people know it, the greater the probability of passing it on. And as long as everyone does not hide it, the accumulation of experience will definitely be much faster than a single inheritance. The development of witchcraft medicine The speed will also increase.
Sooner or later, the magic of witchcraft will benefit everyone.
After listening to Jiang Xuan's words, Chi Shao was silent for a moment and said, "You are right. Starting from tomorrow, I will select some tribesmen and try to teach them."
Jiang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's great, sister, I'll help you grind the medicine."
Jiang Xuan walked over, sat on a low stool by the fire pit, and helped grind the red peony root.
Chi Shao looked at Jiang Xuan's side face with a complicated mood, because she felt that she could not understand Jiang Xuan more and more.
Maybe it's because he has grown up.
Chi Shao lowered his head, no longer thinking about this, but grinding the medicine with peace of mind.
She had never doubted Jiang Xuan, nor did she want to.
…
Outside the Teng tribe, Feng Cao carried a bag of grain on his back, walked to the area where tourists lived, and then opened the door of a simple wooden house.
"Huhuhu..."
After the door was opened, the cold wind immediately rushed into the room, taking away the little warmth that had finally gathered inside and making the people inside shivered.
After Feng Cao entered the wooden house, he immediately closed the door, and the people inside breathed a sigh of relief.
There were two tourists in the room, a woman in her mid-twenties, with two warrior lines on her face, obviously a two-color warrior.
There was also a boy about seven or eight years old. He was very thin because he had not eaten enough for a long time. He was also very timid when seeing people and hid aside.
"Lan, I brought you some food. I know you don't have much food."
Feng Cao opened the animal skin bag and took out some round potatoes, stone eggs, and even a small amount of red crystal rice.
The woman named "Lan", after seeing the food, immediately rushed forward and picked up the food on the ground, as if she was afraid of being snatched away.
After the snow, it was very difficult to get food, especially the fights between tourists. If Lan hadn't been stronger, they wouldn't even be able to live in this wooden house, let alone food.
Lan picked up a round potato and took a few bites of it, not wanting it to be dirty, and then gave the boy other food.
While chewing round potatoes, she said vaguely: "Who do you want me to kill?"
Before the snow started, Feng Cao also sent her food several times. In exchange, Lan would help her kill the designated tourists.
Feng Cao shook his head and said, "You don't need to kill anyone this time."
Lan stopped chewing, looked at the round potato in his hand, frowned, and said, "Then what do you want? I can only kill people."
Feng Cao tucked her loose hair behind her ears and said, "Lan, have you ever thought about giving your son a better environment?"
Hearing Feng Cao's words, Lan suddenly rushed towards Feng Cao, so fast that Feng Cao had no time to dodge.
Lan pinched Feng Cao's neck with her left hand, pulled out a stone knife with her right hand, put it against Feng Cao's neck, stared at her like an angry leopard, and said in a cold voice: "If you dare to take advantage of my son, I will kill you." !”
"Ahem, listen to what I have to say..."
After Feng Cao spoke, Lan slowly let go of her neck, but her eyes were still very alert.
Feng Cao rubbed his neck and didn't care about it. Tourists were all like this. They were very vigilant and very sensitive. Most of those tourists with low vigilance were already dead.
"Lan, don't get excited. Don't worry, I'm not interested in your son."
"What I want to ask is, do you want to join the Vine Tribe?"
"Join the Vine Tribe?"
Lan obviously did not expect that Feng Cao would ask such a question, and for a moment she even doubted whether Feng Cao was lying to her.
Most of the tourists who gathered near the Vine Tribe wanted to join the Vine Tribe, but few were able to do so because the Vine Tribe had passed the time when it needed a large population and not everyone could be recruited.
If Lan were alone, with her strength as a two-color warrior, there would be no problem joining the Vine Tribe, but she also had a child with her.
The Vine Tribe can take care of the children of its own tribe, but has no obligation to take care of the children of other tribesmen.
"Can you let us join the Vine Tribe?"
Lan hugged the boy and stared at Feng Cao, waiting for her to give a definite answer.
If they could join the Vine Tribe, they wouldn't have to live in this dilapidated wooden house, wouldn't have to worry about encountering various dangers, and wouldn't have to worry about starving to death or freezing to death at any time.
Lan herself didn't care, but she didn't want her children to live such a life without hope.
For her children, she would give everything.
Feng Cao looked at Lan seriously and said, "I can let you join the Vine Tribe and let your son live a stable life. However, as a price, you have to do some very dangerous things with me."
"Besides, your external identity is still a tourist."
Lan frowned and asked, "What do you mean? Make it clear."
Feng Cao said: "It's very simple. I need you to use your identity as a tourist to get close to other tribes, or even join other tribes to obtain various information about other tribes."
"You may encounter many dangers, but the Vine Tribe will provide you with the weapons, food, medicine, or other tools you need."
"In return, your son will be well taken care of in the Vine Tribe and can live like other children in the Vine Tribe."
"It's that simple. How you choose is up to you. I won't force you."
After Feng Cao finished speaking, he looked at Lan calmly and let her make her own choice.
Lan continued to stare at Feng Cao, as if deciding whether what she said was true or false, and whether she could be trusted.
After a while, she finally said: "Are you sure that my son can join the Vine Tribe and receive good care?"
"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't come to you."
Lan was silent for another moment and said, "What if I die outside? Will you drive my son out?"
Feng Cao said with certainty: "Since your son has joined the Vine Tribe, he is a member of our Vine Tribe. As long as he does not make an unforgivable mistake, he will never be kicked out."
"Okay, I agree!"
Lan agreed very simply, without even haggling.
The tribesmen have little culture and simple ideas. For Lan, the tribe is gone, and so is her faith. The only motivation for her to survive is her son.
As long as her son could live a good life, she would be willing to die.
Feng Cao looked at Lan seriously and said, "Okay, when it gets dark, I will take you back to the Teng tribe."
"Also, welcome to Thornvine."
"Thorn vine?" Lan looked at Feng Cao doubtfully.
"Yes, I am the leader of the Thorn Vine, and you will be a member of the Thorn Vine from now on."
Feng Cao briefly introduced the situation of the thorn vine, giving Lan a preliminary understanding of the thorn vine.
As for more things, Feng Cao will not reveal them to her at the moment, but will depend on her future performance.
"I will go to other places first, and you can clean up. After dark, I will take you into the Teng tribe to meet our leader."
After Feng Cao finished speaking, he picked up the animal skin bag and left the cabin temporarily.
The reason why she had to wait until after dark was because Thorn Vine's identity was special and she couldn't let too many people know about it.
"Son, you will live a good life soon!"
With a nervous and excited mood, Lan packed up the things in the dilapidated wooden house, and then held her son in her arms and looked forward to the nightfall.
Time passed bit by bit, and it soon became dark.
For tribal people, they basically don’t go out after dark, not to mention it is winter and there are snowflakes falling outside.
After dark, Lan became inexplicably nervous, with all kinds of messy thoughts swirling in her mind: afraid that Fengcao would not come, afraid that the Vine tribe would not accept her, afraid of being deceived, afraid that her son would be bullied after she left...
Waiting is always a very painful thing.
Finally, there was some movement outside, and Lan immediately became nervous, subconsciously holding the stone knife in her right hand.
"Dong dong dong..."
Someone knocked on the simple wooden door.
"who?"
"It's me, Fengcao, come with me."
Hearing the familiar voice outside, Lan breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she looked around the dilapidated wooden house, picked up some luggage, and opened the door.
In the cold wind, the wind grass lit a torch, and a lot of snowflakes fell on it.
Lan took her son out of the door and suddenly stopped: "Wait a minute."
Feng Cao turned around: "What's wrong?"
"The fire pit hasn't been buried yet."
She returned to the dilapidated wooden house and buried the burning fire with thick plant ashes. This not only prevented the fire from spreading and burning the wooden house, but also allowed the fire to be preserved for a long time.
"Okay, let's go."
Lan blocked the door of the wooden house again, then carried her son on her back and followed Feng Cao towards the south gate of the Teng tribe.
In the cold wind, the flames of the torches were blown erratically, and the shadows of people were dangling in the snow, but Lan's steps were always firm.
This is a stubborn woman.
Not long after, they arrived at the south gate of the Vine Tribe. Feng Cao walked straight in. Lan looked up at the extremely tall vine wall and followed closely behind.
The soldiers guarding the gate hid in the wooden house behind the vine wall and pretended not to see the three of them, because they had already received orders from Jiang Xuan.
After entering the Vine Tribe, the three of them walked straight through the forest, then through the residential area, and finally came to Jiang Xuan's yard.
In the darkness, Lan felt two terrifying eyes staring at them, one on the left and one on the right. Her muscles immediately tensed up, and she held the stone knife in one hand.
Feng Cao noticed her abnormality and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, those are the leader's mounts, Tang Yuan and Yue Ya."
Lan nodded, but was still very wary.
"Dong dong dong..."
Wind grass knocked on Jiang Xuan's door.
"Chief, I brought them here."
Jiang Xuan's voice sounded in the room: "Come in."
"yes."
Feng Cao opened the door and walked in with Lan and her son.
In the house, the flames in the fire pit were burning brightly, and in the pottery cauldron, the broth was boiling, exuding an alluring aroma of meat.
