After washing with salt water, Han Ben wanted to apply the 'thorny horn bud' to Liang, but then he thought that the weather was hot and the wound was prone to inflammation, and simple salt water might not be enough to achieve the desired effect.

In Han Cheng's eyes, every member of the Qingque tribe is the most valuable asset, and he doesn't want any of them to get hurt.

After thinking for a while, he walked to Lame who was weaving a bamboo basket.

The weaving of the hoe is mostly done with willow twigs, rattan twigs and other slender and soft branches. Because there is a willow forest upstream of the stream, the hoes woven by the Qingque tribe are mostly willow baskets.

Han Cheng pulled out two willow branches from a pile of branches, broke them and put them into a boiling pottery pot to boil. After boiling for a while, he poured out the willow branch water which had turned green and yellow. After waiting for a while to let the water cool down a little, he used the willow branch water to clean Liang's wound.

Willow bark contains an element that is the same as the main ingredient of an anti-inflammatory drug in later generations.

These were things he learned in class, and it was so long ago that he had forgotten the details. He only remembered that willow branch water could be used to reduce inflammation. Now that he remembered it, he used it.

After washing it again with willow branch water, Han Cheng picked up the 'thorny horn buds' he had just brought back, picked off the leaves and rubbed them in his hands.

Do not use too much force when kneading, otherwise the small thorns on the edges of the leaves of the prickly ash will easily pierce into the flesh.

Even though Han Cheng now has a layer of not-too-thick calluses on his hands, they are still no match for these small thorns.

The prickly horn bud, which had been rubbed until it emitted a faint green juice, covered the wound on Liang's instep. After this delay, the bleeding, which had already been flowing slowly, soon stopped.

"You, sit here and don't move."

As Han Cheng spoke, he pointed at Liang's swollen injured foot, meaning that special attention should be paid to this foot.

Liang, who was originally trembling with fear, is no longer trembling. Having witnessed too many miracles over the past year, they have developed a blind trust in Han Cheng.

Since the Son of God said that he would be fine, then he should not die in pain like his mother.

Liang thought about what the Son of God had just done, which he had never seen before, and his fear was reduced a little.

While Han Cheng was doing this, Wu stood by and watched as he did in the past, thinking of recording the results after they came out.

Wu was even more worried about Liang's injured foot than Liang was.

Because in the past, more than one person in the tribe died from festering wounds.

Just now, Han Cheng said that doing so would greatly reduce the festering of the wound. Wu Ke, who was standing nearby, heard it all. It would be strange if this man, who was wholeheartedly concerned about the continuation of the tribe, did not take it seriously after hearing such news.

However, this time he did not ask Han Cheng directly for confirmation, but wanted to see the results from Liang.

So in the following days, besides lying by the rabbit pen, stroking the rabbit with dark circles under its eyes and watching the rabbits eating grass, Wu also had another job, which was to look after Liang's injured foot.

Han Cheng had just finished treating Liang's foot and hadn't even had time to catch his breath when something happened again!

Or the carrying pole broke.

This time, it was Shang who broke the carrying pole. Fortunately, with Liang's experience as a lesson, Shang was always careful when picking up things. When the carrying pole broke and the top fell, he dodged to the side flexibly and was not hurt by the stone.

The people of the Qingque tribe became somewhat panic-stricken. The series of incidents made them think that their actions had angered the gods, so the gods had sent down disasters.

After all, building houses and laying walls with stones had never been done before...

Even Wu and the eldest senior brother came to ask Han Cheng, with fear on their faces.

The transportation of stones and the laying of foundations stopped again.

Han Cheng frowned slightly and looked at the two broken shoulder poles. He didn't believe that this was a punishment from God, even though he was still labeled the Son of God.

The two shoulder poles did not break in the middle, but broke at the two ends where grooves were carved.

This groove is used to hold the objects you are picking up so that they don't shake around.

Han Cheng asked someone to bring a complete shoulder pole and put it in front of him to continue looking at it. His brows frowned again because he had discovered the problem.

The grooves at both ends of the shoulder pole are much deeper and wider than before, and the surface texture has been broken.

It would be strange if such a shoulder pole did not break while carrying stones!

The reason why Han Cheng frowned was that he remembered that the groove on the shoulder pole was only a shallow one before. How come it has expanded to such an extent now?

The only person who could make a carrying pole like this is Bo, a carpenter and a weaver.

Han Cheng called Bo to ask him about it. Bo seemed very nervous, worried that he would be punished by the Son of God for making a mistake.

Through a somewhat stuttering statement, Han Chengcai figured out the whole story.

In the past, the shoulder poles of the Qingque tribe were only used to carry water, because the rope was thin and soft, and the shallow groove was naturally suitable for the task.

But with the advent of the 椤头, the shoulder pole seems to be a bit out of place.

Such a shallow groove cannot accommodate the semicircular handle of the hoe, which is many times thicker and harder than before and has no toughness at all. When using such a shoulder pole to carry the hoe, the hoe often slides, which is very uncomfortable.

These people then found the lame man who was responsible for making these things.

At that time, Han Cheng was busy directing people to harvest and dry the rapeseed. Bo felt that there was no need to trouble the Son of God with such a small matter, so he made some changes himself and deepened and enlarged the groove with a stone chisel. After this, the rapeseed stopped moving around.

Before, everyone used shoulder poles and crossbows to carry light objects, so there were no problems. But now they have changed to carrying stones, and problems immediately arise.

Han Cheng, who had found the problem, was about to tell everyone the reason and ask them not to panic, but then he changed his mind.

Looking at the uneasy people of the Qingque tribe who regarded him as their backbone, Han Cheng felt it necessary to instill some ideas in them so that they would not be so superstitious about the gods, or in other words, not be so blindly obedient.

While I am here, I will naturally not lead the tribe into a ditch. If I am no longer here, will someone take advantage of this and do something evil?

But this is a difficult matter to explain, because he now has the aura of a god. If all this is made clear, it will have a very bad impact on him and the entire Qingque tribe.

Han Cheng was very distressed and couldn't think of a good solution.

The people who had been watching him from the side couldn't help but become even more frightened when they saw that the omnipotent Son of God also had such a complicated and embarrassed look and was slow to come up with a solution. Some people even thought about moving all the stones back and not using them to build houses anymore.