With hope, the tribe members were not so scared, but the tribe leader was still frowning and whispered to Xia Chan: "We want to build wooden buildings here and dig traps. Now we can't open wasteland to farm. Lord Zhu will no longer give us.

What should I do if I give food?"

Now in the eyes of the patriarch, although Xia Chan is a movie, she is a responsible person and can do great things.

Xia Chan took on the important task of finding food: "The clan leader, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains and water to eat water. Nature's gifts are very rich. There are many hares in the bamboo forest and fish in the lake, so we can't starve to death."

The patriarch sighed: "Now look at you, I have a bit of the style of Emperor Gaozu."

As soon as these words were spoken, the tribe members looked at Xia Chan with a little respectful look.

Who is the great-grand emperor of the Xia family? He broke into thousands of troops with a spear, which made the Hu people frightened and carried Zhao Gaozu back from the Hu people's back camp. However, no matter how many people of the later generations were trained, they would not be divided into the Xia family.

The style of ancestors.

The tribe members were even more diligent than she thought. They built wooden buildings overnight under the clear moonlight, and torches were lit everywhere to drive away snakes, insects and beasts.

The sky was slightly bright, and a simple wooden building was standing among the hills.

The patriarch arranged for people to dig traps, and the women were weak and weak, and the women were cut branches and weaving bamboo, and children pulled weeds and moved stones. They had never been united before.

The bamboo baskets weaved were thrown into the lake and fished them, and the fish and shrimps were leaping around, which came faster than fishing.

The summer cicada cut off bamboo and put it in the dug trap with the tribe, then lay fine branches on it, and inserted willow branches as a sign.

The cool breeze hit the forest, the thick fog curled up, and in just a moment, I felt relieved all over.

The older one said alertly: "It's poisonous miasma, covering your mouth and nose."

Still one step slower, everyone was drowsy and soft.

Xia Chan secretly cried in her heart, and looked at the medicines in the space. There seemed to be no antidote to miasma. The miasma was getting thicker and thicker, and there was nothing in the white area.

The headache is so ripped out, and if a beast is attacking now, it will be cooked.

"Little cicada, little cicada."

It was Sun Ning's voice.

"Don't come in." She screamed vigorously.

It seemed that he was still a step slower. Sun Ning had already appeared in her sight. He wrapped his scarf wrapped around his mouth and nose, and ran in with a hatchet in one hand.

"Little Chan, are you okay?"

"Do I look like I'm fine?" I can't even get up.

"It's poisonous miasma." He quickly helped her up and shouted loudly: "Everyone hurry up, they're all here."

He took a handful of dark green grass and squeezed out the juice and applied it to the tip of her nose: "This is Qingyang grass, which can eliminate miasma."

It smells so bad, but my mind seems to be much clearer.

Several tribe members went down the mountain with the miasma-stricken person on their backs. Xia Chan felt very uncomfortable in her belly: "Sun Ning, let me down, I want to vomit."

He held the tree and vomited wildly, and the stars were shaking. The miasma was so terrible. She had heard of it before, but it was the first time she felt it.

I drank the water with nutrient solution, but I still felt soft and weak.

Several tribe members were even worse than her and could only lie on the grass and could not move.

"Sun Ning, have you found the little cicada?" Mu Bo ran over panting.

Xia Chan said weakly: "Mu Bo, I'm here, what's the matter?"

"Little Chan, go back quickly. Zhu Dingzhang is here again. I don't know what happened. The patriarch asked you to go back quickly.

The dog official is here again, it's really not the time.

She didn't have the strength to deal with him.

He gritted his teeth and said to Sun Ning: "You go back with me later. Remember to be more comfortable and don't let Zhu Dingzhang see what's wrong with me."

Several serious tribe members should rest here for a while, and it would not be too late to wait until Zhu Dingzhang left before going back.

Drink all the water in the bamboo tube, and force her soft body to walk back with Sun Ning as if nothing had happened.

As soon as he approached a straw hut, Doctor Cai asked in surprise: "Little Chan, are you not poisoned by miasma? The huge miasma just now covered the entire mountain."
Chapter completed!