In a room of the Qingque main tribe, Liang lay quietly on the kang, covered with a quilt made of linen and floral pieces from around the tribe.

The room was kept very clean, even spotless.

The clean room was filled with the smell of medicinal herbs.

Next to the kang, there was a platform made of bricks, stones, and wooden boards, and on the platform was a bowl.

The bowl was filled with half a bowl of yellowish-brown medicine.

This is the water boiled with Houttuynia cordata.

Some people in the tribe boiled this water and wanted Liang to drink it.

The people in the tribe had no other options but to treat Liang in this way, hoping that Liang would survive and not die.

However, Liang didn't drink any of the boiled water.

Liang, who was in a coma, still couldn't drink any water as before.

There was silence in the room, and everyone was silent.

Liang's spouse sat at the head of Liang's bed and used a piece of linen soaked in water to carefully and gently wipe Liang's face to remove the dirt.

She wiped it very carefully and put soap into the basin.

Washing hands and feet with soap has been Liang's habit for many years.

Liang's spouse knew some of the reasons why Liang did this.

Because the Son of God said that washing your hands and face with soap more often will not only make your hands and face clean, but it will also wash away some invisible little things that may make you sick.

That's why Liang likes to wash his hands and face with soap.

Especially after taking or touching some unknown medicines, I prefer to wash my hands and face with soap.

Although he knew that washing hands and face with soapy water could not wash away the poison from what he drank or ate, Liang still insisted on doing so.

This can be considered a kind of psychological comfort.

Knowing that Liang had such a habit, Liang's spouse chose to wipe Liang's hands and face with linen dipped in soapy water at such times.

There were quite a few people in the room, but it was very quiet and there was no extra sound coming from it.

People stayed here quietly, looking at Liang lying on the bed, feeling particularly heavy-hearted.

In the inner courtyard, in the house where Han Cheng and Wu lived together, in the middle room that was like a living room, Wu had washed his hands and face and was dressed neatly.

He came to the front of the totem pole, and respectfully picked up the feather crown placed on the stone platform in front of the totem pole, and put it on his head carefully and solemnly.

After arranging the feather crown, he picked up the bone staff that was already covered with patina and placed on it.

After paying a solemn bow to the totem pole placed in the center of the back wall of the house, he began to walk and jump around in the room in a way that only he and Shi Tou could understand.

While doing these things, the witch kept muttering to himself.

The syllables of these words seem very strange and vague, making people confused.

But it can give people a sense of mystery.

The room is filled with a primitive sense of ritual.

I don't know when Shitou, who has become a role model for others, came here.

Not long ago, he had just come out of the room where Liang was, and he was also very uncomfortable with Liang's condition.

Shi Tou stood at the door quietly for a while, then turned around and walked somewhere else.

After a while, the stone appeared in front of the room again.

There were still some water droplets on the hair near his forehead, and his hair was a little wet, which were the traces left by him washing his hands and face not long ago.

This time he didn't hesitate, but walked straight in.

After entering the room, he walked around the witch who was praying devoutly there and came to the platform in front of the totem pole.

There is also a set of feather crown and bone staff placed on the platform, which are the equipment for the future witch Shitou in the tribe.

Shitou didn't use this set of equipment very often, partly because he wasn't an official witch in the tribe yet, so he didn't need to do this many times.

Another aspect is that more than ten years have passed since he started learning these things from the witch, and up to now, the gods have never paid any attention to him even once.

This inevitably made him feel uncomfortable and lost.

In addition, I have been studying with Han Cheng for a long time, learned a lot, and matured a lot. My understanding of things has also changed a lot unconsciously.

By now, he no longer had the same piety towards the gods as before.

He even had some understanding of the existence of gods in his heart.

Under such circumstances, he naturally didn't care too much about or take such things too seriously.

But today, it was different. There was no need for Wu to call him or tell him anything specifically, he just came by himself.

He no longer believed in the existence of gods, so at this moment, he was extremely serious and pious in doing this.

He held up the feather crown respectfully, put it on his head, held the bone staff in both hands, and began to wave it. His movements were very similar to those of a witch.

He had never longed for the existence of gods in the world as much as he did today.

They had never wanted the gods to hear their prayers as much as they did now, and to pray that Liang would be safe.

People are like this. When there is no way to solve problems in reality, they will place their hopes and expectations on some illusory things, hoping that these illusory and non-existent things will solve their problems.

The news that Liang failed after trying the drug quickly spread like wildfire in the tribe.

The entire Qingque tribe was shaken by this.

Many people who were originally working outside rushed to the tribe at this time.

Many people gathered outside the room where Liang lived, and everyone felt extremely heavy in their hearts.

Whenever someone came out, everyone would eagerly turn their eyes to that person, hoping to hear some good news from him.

However, things always turn out to be disappointing.

Everyone who came out, without exception, shook their heads in silence.

This made everyone who were full of hope feel extremely heavy again.

Liang doesn't like to talk much in the tribe and doesn't like to communicate with others.

The things he deals with most all day are various kinds of medicines.

Or you could call these 'medicines' strange-looking things.

Because there are many things in it, he doesn't know what effects they have or what diseases they can treat.

However, his status in the hearts of everyone in the tribe is very, very high.

Everyone in the tribe saw his efforts to cure as many sick people in the tribe as possible and to cure all the sick people.

Humans are neither plants nor fools.

Many times people don't talk much, but that doesn't mean they don't know or understand what's happening around them.

It doesn’t mean that you don’t have any thoughts in your mind or that you don’t have your own opinions on what happened.

The people in the tribe admired Liang for what he had done, and they respected him even more.

Such people, no matter in which era, will always be respected.

There were some not very sensible children who thought Liang was very strange and scary.

Because of this, some people have said bad things about him. The worst one was when someone threw small stones at him from a distance.

Liang didn't say anything, but turned his head and gave the children a kind smile, then continued to busy himself with his own things.

But just because Liang doesn't care about such things doesn't mean that others don't care about them either.

What these minors did was seen by two adults in the tribe, and then...

Then these minors became extremely miserable.

Not only did they experience a mixed doubles match between men and women, but even the witch in the tribe, who always liked minors, picked up his shiny walking stick and hit each of these guys on the buttocks three times.

During these three hits, Wu did not stop at all and used a lot of strength.

These little guys cried so miserably.

After experiencing this tragedy, the minors in the tribe suddenly became well-behaved. No one dared to be naughty or disrespectful to Liang anymore!

"Go find the witch. The witch and the stone are praying to the gods with Liang..."

Someone spoke up and brought the latest news.

After hearing this news, the eyes of the people in the tribe brightened up. They really had never thought of the gods before.

After hearing this, many people began to walk towards the room where Han Cheng and Wu lived.

They did not come into the room, but stood quietly outside the room, gathered there.

No one spoke. Everyone stood there, silently looking at the contemporary shaman and the next generation of shamans in the tribe who were dancing in the room with feather crowns and bone staffs in their hands.

Gradually, the people gathered here slowly closed their eyes.

Although they are not the witches in the tribe and do not understand the way the witches pray to the gods, they can pray to the gods in their own way.

What they call prayer is to silently bless Liang in their hearts, hoping that the gods can make Liang get better.

They didn't want Liang to die. Such a good and admirable person, they didn't want him to leave!

Time passed little by little, and the tribe's prayer to the gods finally came to an end.

Wu's whole body was soaked with sweat, and when he stood on the ground, two footprints were left.

He was so tired that his body was shaking uncontrollably. If Shitou hadn't been there to support him, Wu would have definitely sat on the ground.

After resting for a while here, Shitou supported the witch, who had also taken off his feather crown and put down his bone staff, and walked towards the inner room to let the witch rest.

After settling the witch down, Shitou told her to have a good rest and then walked out of the room.

After walking out of the room, Shitou went to the room where Liang lived.

Liang was still lying there quietly as before, as if he was asleep, with no sign of improvement.

Shi Tou stayed here quietly for a while, then walked out without saying a word.

"Alas~"

He walked to the stone outside, came to a deserted place, and sighed leisurely.

Liang's situation is really not optimistic, there is no movement at all.

This state, which is quieter than deep sleep, is more worrying than loud noises like vomiting and diarrhea.

Shitou really had no other choice. The people in the tribe and he had already done what they should do, but Liang still showed no improvement and looked the same as before.

After standing here alone and sad for a while, Shi Tou's eyes suddenly lit up, and something he had forgotten before suddenly appeared in his mind.

After this thing came to his mind, Shi Tou suddenly became excited.

He quickly left here and ran towards the carpenter's room which was not too far away.

In the thatched shed built next to the carpenter's room, in addition to wood and other things, there was also a lot of bamboo.

This is mainly due to the first carpenter in the tribe, Bo, who is a person who combines weaving and carpentry in one.

With his precedent and influence, subsequent carpenters in the tribe were basically proficient in these two skills.

However, there are some differences. For example, people who are good at knitting will put more effort into it.

People who are good at carpentry should do more carpentry in the future.

There are not many people like Bo who are very proficient in both aspects.

The stone's target at this time is these piled-up bamboos.

After pulling out a bamboo, he took out a bamboo knife and began to process the bamboo.

Shitou can also be considered a half-bamboo craftsman.

He is very talented in using a bamboo knife to break bamboo into strips.

He held a bamboo knife in his hand and worked quickly for a while, and some thin bamboo strips appeared here.

After working on it for a while, Shitou stopped what he was doing and quickly went somewhere else.

After a moment, he came back with some thin papers in his hand.

These papers were made of bamboo in the past and the quality is very good.

In addition to these papers, there are some people.

Many of these people are former students of Professor Shi Tou.

What Shitou taught them was not only about study, but also about life.

I can teach you how to make things with bamboo when I feel like it.

On the way here, Shi Tou had already told the children what to make, so there was no need to explain in detail at this time.

After arriving here, they started making...