go back?

Han Cheng looked at the still vast east and nodded slightly.

It is indeed time to go back.

But I feel reluctant to go back like this. Sometimes, people are just so contradictory.

"We will continue walking down for another day, stop tomorrow afternoon, and start our return journey the day after tomorrow..."

The eldest brother and others actually wanted to go back now, but since Han Cheng said so, they naturally had no objection.

The atmosphere in the team seemed much more relaxed than before. Although we couldn't go back directly now, at least we knew the day to return to the tribe, and we had something to look forward to.

On the way back to the river bank from Wangdong Mountain, Han Cheng suddenly squatted down and looked at a patch of plants in front of him with a puzzled look on his face.

Seeing this, the eldest brother and others also stopped and looked at Han Cheng and the plants in front of Han Cheng with joy on their faces.

They didn't know what this thing was, but judging from the reaction of the Son of God, they knew it was most likely a good thing.

If it can be confirmed that these grasses are that kind of stuff, then for the love tribe, it is indeed a good thing, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a treasure.

The name of this thing is Bupleurum.

Han Cheng was not sure about the specific effects of Bupleurum, but there was one thing he remembered very clearly, and that was reducing fever!

In later generations, Bupleurum has always been a very important medicinal ingredient in traditional Chinese medicine, and it is commonly used to reduce fever. Han Cheng had taken this medicine several times before, so he had a deep impression of Bupleurum.

The importance of such a medicinal ingredient to the current Qingque tribe is naturally self-evident.

What’s sad is that he has only seen Bupleurum after it has been dried and Bupleurum with tiny yellow flowers.

It is now late spring. The difference between the short grass in front of me and the Bupleurum chinense that is over one meter tall and has yellow flowers is really huge.

It’s just that the leaves look similar, and both are similar to bamboo leaves.

I shouldn't have gone out at this time. I should have waited until the Dragon Boat Festival or the beginning of autumn. Many plants will have grown into shape and will be much easier to identify.

Han Cheng thought helplessly.

Seeing that Han Cheng was just looking at the grass and pondering without saying anything, everyone waited for a while and then couldn't help but ask.

Han Cheng told them this.

After hearing Han Cheng say that this might be a medicinal herb that could cure diseases, everyone's eyes immediately lit up.

In the past, their way of dealing with diseases was simple: just fight it.

If you can survive, you can continue to live; if you can’t, you will die.

It's called fighting hard, but to put it bluntly it's just like waiting to die.

This situation has changed to a certain extent since Han Cheng came here.

Everyone now knows that besides fighting the disease head-on, there are other ways to treat it.

Hearing that these herbs can be used to treat diseases, how could I not be happy?

But after Han Cheng said that he was not sure whether this was Chaihu, the enthusiasm of the crowd was dampened a lot.

Everyone scratched their heads, trying to think of a way to verify the medicine that the Son of God had mentioned.

"Son of God, I am here..."

Liang stood up and patted his chest to tell Han Cheng that he could try it.

Han Cheng thought about it and shook his head to refuse. He wanted to verify whether this thing was Bupleurum, but he couldn't tell by just tasting it.

The best way is to treat the disease accordingly.

Thinking about how Liang took off all his clothes and swam in the still very cold water, caught a cold and had a fever, and he used this thing that looked like Bupleurum to make medicine for him, and then Liang died, Han Cheng couldn't help but twitch his face.

He would never use Liang's life to verify the authenticity of this medicine.

He was still hoping that a qualified half-baked doctor would appear in the tribe.

Seeing the Son of God shaking his head to refuse, Liang became a little anxious. Ever since he was brought into this pit by Han Cheng and made a great wish, he became more and more obsessed and always wanted to find useful medicinal herbs for the tribe to use.

He tasted a lot of plants in private, but he didn't find any medicinal herbs. Instead, he found three edible wild vegetables for the tribe...

After learning from Han Cheng that the thing in front of him might be of great use in treating diseases, how could he resist?

He didn't care much about what the Son of God said about the possibility of being poisoned to death. He had already tasted so many things, and now he was still alive and well, wasn't he?

After Han Cheng refused after repeated requests, Liang secretly picked some from somewhere else and put them in his mouth.

Tender, juicy, not too bitter, and tastier than most things he'd tasted...

But he couldn't tell whether this was a medicinal herb or whether it could cure diseases...

Liang had a mouth full of green grass juice and looked like he was about to cry.

After thinking for a while, Han Cheng suddenly smiled and slapped himself on the forehead twice.

I'm really getting stuck in a dead end. Since I can't identify it now, I'll just wait a little longer and wait until these things grow up. Then I'll be able to tell whether it's Bupleurum or not.

Thinking this, he stood up and prepared to leave. After thinking for a while, he asked his eldest brother to dig out some with the bone shovel he carried with him and take it to the boat.

In order to ensure that these things that look like Bupleurum can survive, a lot of "old mother's soil" was brought when digging.

There were empty pottery jars on the boat that were used to store "pork skin jelly", which were perfect for using as vases to plant these plants.

The four canoes set sail again and headed downstream.

Silence returned to the place, leaving only a simple flag with a green bird painted on it, waving from time to time.

The people of the Bone Tribe lit a bonfire and sat around it in a relatively open area to eat.

When there is a fire at night, the wild beasts generally don't dare to come over.

The leader of the Bone Tribe stuffed food into his mouth and was not in a good mood.

On the one hand, they did not see the herd of deer that the people in the tribe had mentioned today, and on the other hand, the food they brought with them was much less.

The tingling in his hands brought him back to his senses a little. It was caused by the pain he felt while drilling wood to make fire.

The pain in his hand reminded him of the way the tribe members drilled wood to make fire. An old man could actually drill out fire, and it was easier than him...

When I thought about it this way, many things about that tribe came to my mind.

Rich food, numerous pottery that the tribe had to exchange for a lot of things, delicious salt...

Thinking of this, while I was envious and amazed, a feeling of anger suddenly rose from my heart - why can they have so many things? Why do I have to exchange so many things for...

The orange-red bonfire flickered, illuminating the somewhat indignant face of the Bone Tribe leader...