After making the tofu, Jiang Xuan made dipping water, then braved the heavy snow to deliver a portion to Chi Shao, 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 it in some water, and then put it in his mouth.
"Yeah, it's delicious."
I ate another piece of red peony root and it tasted really good.
A smile appeared on Jiang Xuan's face and he said: "Eat more, and I will do it next time after eating."
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 pond 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, process 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 work around the clock. 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 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."
"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? They were taught by old witches, 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.
They will all lose their heritage.”
"Only by allowing more people to learn, can the skills of witchcraft and medicine be truly passed down and carried forward."
What Jiang Xuan said is not only 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...when they were wiped out, 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 shamans suddenly has an accident, the inheritance will be incomplete at best, 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 and medicine skills
The speed will also increase.
Sooner or later, witch medicine 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 and felt a little complicated, 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 these things, but grinding the medicine with peace of mind.
She had never doubted Jiang Xuan, nor did she want to.
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Outside the Teng tribe, Feng Cao carried a bag of grain on his back and walked to the area where tourists lived, 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 house, 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 had enough to eat 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."
Fengcao 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.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After the snow, it is very difficult to get food, especially the fights between tourists. If Lan hadn't been stronger, they wouldn't even have this wooden house.
No shelter, let alone food.
Lan picked up a round potato, didn't mind it being dirty, took a few bites, and then gave the boy other food.
While chewing the 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 her 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 changing your son's environment to a better one?"
Hearing Fengcao's words, Lan suddenly rushed towards Fengcao, so fast that Fengcao 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."
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"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 it were Lan 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.
To be continued...