Traveling through the beast world: Beastmaster, don't mess around!

Chapter 61 Treating the Old Orc

Chapter 61 Treating the Old Orc

The patriarch also came over and said to Ji Mo with a smile, "You're here? Come and see these stone pots, can you cook salt?"

Ji Mo followed the patriarch and saw rows of stone pots piled up there. It seemed that there were thousands of them. Ji Mo had to admire the efficiency of these orcs. In just a few days, so many were chiseled out. .

Ji Mo picked one up and looked at it. It was still relatively thick, but because of its thickness, it could be used and it wouldn't crack easily. These pots were all very large. Although they were not as big as those in rural areas, they were still better than normal ones. The kind of pot used in urban households is large.

Ji Mo thought for a while, and said to the patriarch, "These stone pots can be used. Anyway, I have told everyone how to cook salt. For the time being, this is the easiest way. Let them cook by themselves."

Ji Mo put the stone pot down, picked up the next one and looked at it. Although it was big or small, it wasn't too different.

The patriarch followed Ji Mo, rubbed his hands and asked, "Ji Mo, if this salt is boiled, how can we preserve the food?"

Ji Mo smiled, "The rainy season is not long, so we will hunt more prey during this time. In fact, it only takes a few months to preserve food. When the cold season comes, the food will not go bad. It's gone. So it needs to be salted, and then a lot of salt will be needed."

The patriarch carefully observed Ji Mo's expression, then looked at Qianhuang, who nodded, "She won't lie to everyone with such a thing."

Ji Mo glanced at Qianhuang in surprise, does this guy trust her so much?
"Ji Mo, you said you want to burn pottery bowls and cups, but we still can't burn those things here." The patriarch took Ji Mo and took her to the side of the kiln, pointing to a pile of dirt on the ground. "Look, these will shatter when you put them in."

Ji Mo picked up the two pieces and looked at them. She couldn't help frowning. The soil didn't seem to be sticky enough. She stood up and looked inside the kiln. The fire was bright, but it seemed to be unevenly heated.

Ji Mo wasn't particularly clear. It seemed that she had to go back and check Baidu, so she said to the patriarch, "You should burn those big pots first. As for the pots, I'll tell you when I think of a way."

The patriarch nodded.Ji Mo's eyes suddenly fell on those old people beside the kiln. They actually didn't look very good, some of their hair didn't even have white hair, and they looked about 50 or [-] years old, but their eyes were dull and their movements were slow. The expression is numb.

Ji Mo tugged at Qianhuang's arm and asked in a low voice, "These people are all old orcs from the tribe? But they don't look old, why do they feel dead?"

Qianhuang looked at the orcs and said in a low voice, "Some of them have lost their cubs, some of them have lost their partners, and they are actually full of boredom with life, plus they stay in caves all year round, so they..."

As soon as Qianhuang said this, an old man over there who was kneading a clay pot suddenly coughed violently, and the sound was so loud that his entire abdominal cavity was shaking.

Qianhuang walked over quickly, "Uncle Dafeng, don't come out if you are not well, there is no shortage of you here."

This is an old man in a relatively old grade, older than other people, he should be in his 70s or [-]s, his face is pale, his lips are also pale, and he looks like someone who has been sick all year round.

He shook his head at Qianhuang, then smiled kindly at Ji Mo. Before the smile faded, he coughed violently again.

While smoothing his back, Qianhuang untied the bamboo cup around his waist and fed the old man several sips of water, then he looked at Ji Mo.

"Show Uncle Dafeng, can your medicine save him?"

As soon as Ji Mo heard the old man's coughing sound, she actually had a guess in her heart, but she was not sure, so she squatted down to give him the pulse. After the doctor has studied for a period of time, he will learn to cut the pulse and recognize the herbal medicine.With some simple medicines, no matter how complicated she is, she won't be able to do it.

Giving the old orc all the pulse, Ji Mo sighed in his heart, as she thought, this is a tuberculosis, an incurable disease in ancient times, let alone this more backward orc continent.

Seeing Ji Mo's expression, the old man held her hand and smiled at her, "Are you Ji Mo? I'm really happy to see you."

Ji Mo's eyes were also a little helpless, and he patted the old orc's calloused hand, "Don't worry, I will try my best to help you, in fact, this disease..."

"Hey, it's okay, I've lived for nearly 200 years, I've lived enough, but now I can help the tribe do something, I'm very happy, it's okay, little female, you must be sent by the beast god to protect As for the people in the tribe, I also believe that no one will starve to death in this cold season."

The old man's eyes flashed with deep sadness, and then he began to cough violently.Ji Mo helped him follow his back. Now, with her little knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, she would definitely not be able to do anything, so she would only go back and check Baidu.

Qianhuang finally gave the bamboo cup to Uncle Dafeng, and Ji Mo urged, "Uncle Dafeng, when you drink water, boil it in a clay pot and drink it hot. Remember to wait for the water to bubble before you drink it. Put it in this bamboo cup and let it cool, you can never drink cold water again."

Uncle Dafeng said with a smile that he knew, "Go and do your own thing."

The three walked around the kiln again, and Ji Mo asked, "Patriarch, where did you dig the clay for burning pottery? Can you show me?"

"Just by the river behind the tribe, let Qianhuang take you there."

Qianhuang and Ji Mo walked along the river, "Is this the river?" Ji Mo looked at the fine sand and felt that it was impossible. This kind of mud can't be burned.

"It's not this river. Our tribe has two other rivers that cross over. The other one is bigger than this one. It's behind this cliff. I'll take you there." Without warning, he hugged Ji Mo's waist. And then straight up into the air.

Ji Mo screamed in surprise, then hugged Qianhuang's neck tightly, "I'm going, you can't say a word when you fly?"

Qianhuang lowered his head, and Shen Rui's golden eyes concealed a bit of a smile, "It seems that you don't like me holding you and flying like this, why don't you wrap your tail around it."

Seeing that Qianhuang's tail had really grown out, Ji Mo was frightened and immediately hugged his neck tightly, "No, I'd love to, just hold it like this, hold it, don't wrap my tail around me. , I will be played by you to death."

When Qianhuang Qingyue's laughter came into her ears, Ji Mo was shocked. She raised her head and could only see Qianhuang's stubble chin and the extremely shallow curvature of the corner of her mouth.

A little star immediately appeared in Ji Mo's eyes. Sure enough, a handsome guy looks good when he smiles, especially when he is a handsome iceberg. When he smiles, it makes his heart beat like a deer!

Ji Mo's fingers subconsciously rubbed Qianhuang's stubble-covered chin, "It's time for you to shave, and you have to shave every day in the future, otherwise it will affect the appearance too much."

Qianhuang felt a little annoyed when he thought about Ji Mo cutting off his beard while he was asleep, but when she heard her blatantly saying she wanted to shave him, her face naturally sank.

"Don't cut."

At this time, Ji Mo's obsessive-compulsive disorder was committed, and he suddenly grew evil from the side of courage, and shouted at Qianhuang, "It's not up to you, you must cut it out, otherwise it will be ugly and dead."

As soon as he landed, Qianhuang's arm loosened, and the person was standing three steps away from Ji Mo, and because Ji Mo suddenly lost his strength, the person fell straight, but what was even more tragic was that she fell. The place where she fell was precisely by the river, and her legs sank directly into the mud.

"Ah! Help!" Ji Mo shouted, she thought she had fallen into the swamp, the mud was sticking to her body, and she couldn't move at all.

Qianhuang stood aside with his arms crossed, and looked at Ji Mo playfully, "What? What do you think of the mud?"

"How about your sister? Why did you hurt me again, Qianhuang? How bad are you to have so many bad tastes?" Ji Mo scolded angrily, she didn't even know why she was offended again. When it came to him, he actually took revenge on her like this.

Qianhuang took a few steps towards Ji Mo and asked in a low voice, "Is Uncle Dafeng's condition serious?"

(End of this chapter)