"Herbs..." After a while, Zhang Heng continued to draw pictures and finally made Wu understand what he meant.
Wu nodded excitedly, and then asked Shangba to go out with him. Zhang Heng originally planned to go with him to have a look. He had always been curious about where Wu's herbs came from, and he never noticed that Wu went out. They were always near the cave.
Spin!
The witch from the Spring tribe felt more like a wise man to him, while Wu Yan from the Kuei tribe felt more like a tribal leader. Perhaps this was because Wu only had Ba, a warrior under his command, and the Kuei tribe was relatively too powerful.
Wu Yan had more or less the qualities of a leader. Zhang Heng was stunned when he thought of the word leader. He had never served as a class cadre when he was studying. Leader was too far away for him, but it seemed to be within reach.
"Woo~~!" Ba's voice came from far away.
Zhang Heng came back to his senses and saw that the two of them had walked away and climbed into the pile of rocks, seeming to be looking for something inside. He nodded, it seems that the witch's herbal medicine was found there!
When my grandfather was young, he often went to the mountains and forests to collect tung seeds, squeeze the oil and sell it in the town, so he would also collect some common herbs, such as: plantain, hook cane, mugwort, four-seven, mint,
Schisandra chinensis, isatis root, honeysuckle, lantern grass, yam, etc., and occasionally agaric mushrooms and the like are also collected.
Zhang Heng also knew the common herbs in the village, but he had never found them in the original space. Even if they looked similar, he was not sure. In the future, he could spend some time studying the herbs discovered by the witches. He shook his head, and still needed small animals.
Let's do an experiment.
At this time, seeing that Wu and Ba were walking further and further away, they simply went back to the cave by themselves. Unexpectedly, the women were cooking something in clay pots. When they saw him, they whined and shouted, "King, Rourou!" and pointed at the hanging hanging.
That tiger meat.
Zhang Heng nodded happily. Since he had cooked it, let's eat some. Without wasting time, he planned to go and help light the fire. Only then did he realize that there were more clay pots in the Spring Tribe, more than a dozen in total, and he didn't waste time last time.
The aluminum pot I brought was placed solemnly on the stone platform. It looked like it had not been used frequently, but fortunately it was made of aluminum and would not rust!
Suddenly, Zhang Heng was stunned again. This time the pottery pot was slightly different from what he had seen before. There were many lines on the pottery mouth. You really couldn't find it unless you walked in. He picked up one from the stone platform and looked at it carefully, "
Doubtful? Why do I think I’ve seen this pattern before?”
Zhang Heng thought for a moment, then quickly compared the pottery pot on the stone wall. Not long after, he found this pattern next to a picture. It was a description of a man eating. The man looked similar to him no matter how he looked, because his waist
There are two knives in the room.
He quickly wrote the word "eat" on the ground with a branch, and compared it carefully with the pattern on Taokou, he found that there was no similarity. However, Zhang Heng was almost certain that the meaning of this pattern was "eat!"
Wiping my forehead, it seemed that the history teacher had said that pottery inscriptions were earlier than oracle bone inscriptions. The words tattooed on ancient pottery may not be considered words, but they are traces of ancient quasi-texts. Could it be that they are like this now?
A situation?
For the first time, Zhang Heng felt that this rough clay pot had something extra, perhaps called it historical and cultural value!
Suddenly, he felt relieved. He could enter the primitive space at will. He could not have as many clay pots as he wanted. They were of no use to him. He was studying computer science in university, not archaeological research on history and culture, haha.
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He shook his head and smiled, put down the clay pot in his hand, and ran back to help make a fire to cook the tiger meat.
When the aroma of meat filled the entire cave, Wu Heba also came back, holding a lot of grass, but there were not many varieties, only two or three kinds.
"King, grass~herb!" Wu shouted excitedly. If he could find something that Wang likes, it would be the glory of the entire Spring Tribe.
Zhang Heng nodded in admiration. Maybe the witch could spend more time and have a simple conversation with him. As for Ba and the others, forget it. They can only count on the witch to teach them slowly.
"Yes, the grass used to treat wounds is called herbal medicine..." Zhang Heng explained patiently, regardless of whether the other party could fully understand it.
But he took several herbs in his hand, and he laughed when he smelled them. He didn't understand pharmacology, so why did he pretend to be a garlic!
"Wang, hurt, hurt, eat, herbs!" Wu said the syllables.
Zhang Heng was so happy that he simply taught: "Witch, you follow my chants and take herbs when you are injured!"
"Injury~~injury, herbal medicine!" In the end, Wu still couldn't put the words together completely, but he seemed extremely excited and ran to carve on the stone wall again.
When Zhang Heng saw that this was not going to work, he quickly pulled the witch over and soon figured out how to use the herb. As for the method, it was almost not called a method. He could just smash it with a stone, eat it or apply it on the wound.
I stared blankly at several herbs. This is too powerful. It can be used internally or externally. What kind of medicine is this? I wonder if there are any similar ones in reality? I didn’t have any extra time to sigh, so I asked everyone to prepare food together.
The tiger meat was shared by Wu and Ba. To be honest, it didn't taste very good. The old man in the village said that the animal must be castrated before it tastes good. I'm afraid it was because the tiger had not been castrated when it was young. Zhang Heng said fiercely.
Slapping my forehead, this idea is a bit whimsical. Who dares to castrate a tiger cub?
"Wu Ba, I have to leave first. Qiu Qiu will be back, Qiu!" After finishing his meal, Zhang Heng was ready to leave.
"King, wuwu~~!" Ba whispered.
Wu seemed to want to express something. Zhang Heng waved his hand and simply pointed to the sky like last time. Without saying anything, he smashed a large group of herbs with a stone and held it in his right hand. He held an unknown plant tuber in his left hand and stared at it.
After looking at the ring face for a few seconds, he fell asleep.
"Sun King, ah~~!" There were people kneeling in the cave. After a while, the witch ran to carve on the stone wall again...
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When he opened his eyes, Zhang Heng saw the black keyboard on the table. The palm of his right hand was a little moist. It was a herbal medicine. He quickly put the tuber held in his left hand into the depth of the drawer. He looked up and saw that there was no one else in the office.
In fact, he was overthinking it. What accident could happen in such a short time?
However, I was worried that an outsider would suddenly come in, so I quickly pulled off the handkerchief and even the gauze. The bloody wound had stopped bleeding long ago.
I wiped off the medicine I applied before, and the bandage broke the wound and blood started to flow out.
He had taken this herbal medicine many times in space before. Without hesitation, he applied it on it. "Hiss!" It hurt. It was worse than scratching the wound just now. He quickly tied the gauze and handkerchief back. It was okay.
After just a short while, I felt a cool feeling on the back of my hand, as if I drank mint water in summer.
"Zhang Heng, are you okay? Come out soon!" Fu Mei's voice came from outside.
Zhang Heng responded quickly, carefully wiped up the spilled grass juice, put the chair back in its original position and ran out...