In the canoe where Han Cheng was sitting, there was only him and the minor from the Fire Tribe who was huddled in a corner of the canoe and shivering.

All four oars were placed in the cabin, and although no one was rowing, the boat was moving upstream.

This was certainly not relying on the waves, but rather a rope was tied in front of the boat, and the other end of the rope was tied to the stern of the boat that the eldest brother and Shang were rowing together.

This was Han Cheng's idea. The purpose was to isolate the minor and prevent him from contacting the senior brother and others.

There was a fire burning on the boat.

There was no need to worry about the wooden canoe being burned by fire, because Han Cheng carefully knocked a hole on the bottom side of an empty pottery jar with a stone to make a simple stove.

Several thick stones were placed under the jar for insulation so that the boat would not be burned by the fire.

Green smoke was rising from the simple stove, and white steam was wafting from another short, big-bellied clay pot placed on top of it.

There is a bitter smell in the air.

What is being boiled here is the root of what is suspected to be Bupleurum.

They have not yet reached the place where the Bupleurum chinense was discovered yesterday. What they are boiling now are the ones that Han Cheng planted in the jar and prepared to take back to the tribe.

Han Cheng estimated that the time was almost up, so he threw two pieces of firewood into the simple stove and stopped.

After a while, when the fire was almost burning, he picked up two handfuls of dry grass, wet them in the river water, and placed them on the edge of the clay pot. He then poured the little medicinal juice left in the pot into a large bowl.

The color was a bit black, and it looked very similar to the bowl that Pan Jinlian gave Wu Dalang to drink.

After leaving the bowl here and waiting for a while, Han Cheng touched the outside of the bowl with his hand and found that it was not so hot anymore, so he picked it up and walked towards the minor who was curled up and shivering.

The minor was so frightened that when he saw Han Cheng walking towards him, he immediately shrank into the corner.

It was already very thin, and after shrinking like this, only a small ball was left.

"Drink it."

Han Cheng tried hard to make his smile friendly and his words gentle.

However, the child did not understand what he said. He just looked at him in horror, his body shaking continuously.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m too scared or because I have a fever.

Seeing this, Han Cheng stopped talking and moved the bowl closer to his mouth, pretending to drink.

Maybe he thought there was no terrifying bonfire here, or maybe he thought Han Cheng was a minor and would not kill him like those adults, or maybe he understood what Han Cheng meant, and he was also hungry.

After Han Cheng held the bowl close to his mouth for a while, the child began to open his mouth and drink.

However, he spit it out after taking a sip. I don’t know if it was because the medicine was too bitter or because he was scared by the hot water, which he had never drunk before.

He shook his head and didn't want to drink anymore, but after waiting for a while and seeing that Han Cheng kept holding the bowl to his mouth with no intention of moving away, he still drank the water, which he had never drunk before, with fear.

After drinking, he kept grinning.

Han Cheng looked at it and smiled.

He took out the boiled roots from the pots used for boiling medicine and placed them on the side of the cabin to dry. He scooped water from the river to clean the pots, filled them with water, placed them on the simple stove, and then added firewood to burn.

After doing all this, he found some bacon, cut it into slices as much as possible with a bone knife, and put it in a clay pot to boil.

The minors huddled in the corner were no longer as frightened as before.

He curled up there, enduring the discomfort of his body, stealing glances at this minor who was not much older than him and seemed very calm and mysterious.

Watch him use these things he had never seen before to make water that was drinkable but tasted terrible.

When he saw the piece of meat in Han Cheng's hand, he had been swallowing his saliva. Even if he was not hungry, meat was very attractive to him. Not to mention, he had not eaten much since he fell ill.

He really wanted to put the tempting meat into his mouth, but apart from swallowing his saliva, he didn't dare to make any other expression.

In their tribe, meat has always been the food of strong adults. Most of the time, minors like them have to fill their stomachs with grass and grass seeds.

The smell of cooking meat wafted out, this strange smell went straight into his nose. He swallowed more saliva, but he didn't dare to hope to eat this delicious food.

It was already very good that this person, who didn't look very fierce and whom I had never seen before, gave me the bad-tasting water to drink.

How could he dare to hope for the rest?

only……

This smells so good...

Under the gaze of this minor who was still thinking about food even though he had a fever, Han Cheng poured the cooked rice, which could barely be called meat porridge, into the bowl that he had washed after putting the medicine in it.

The sick minor's eyes widened instantly. He looked at Han Cheng who was smiling at him, and then at the bowl of fragrant meat porridge in front of him, his face full of disbelief.

"eat."

Han Cheng handed the bowl in his hand to the minor, pointed at his mouth, and repeated it.

"eat?"

After a while, the minor uttered a syllable, the meaning of which he did not understand.

There was weakness and disbelief in the hoarse voice.

"Well, eat!"

Han Cheng nodded vigorously and moved the bowl closer to him.

The desire for delicious food overcame the fear in my heart.

The little primitive man rolled his eyes and looked at Han Cheng timidly, then took a sip.

After taking that bite, he couldn't stop anymore. He held the bowl with both hands and ate quickly.

Han Cheng smiled. He had anticipated this scene a long time ago, and deliberately waited until the food was almost cold before bringing it to him. Otherwise, the child would have a layer of skin peeling off his mouth after this meal.

Han Cheng looked at the little primitive man who was eating voraciously and a smile appeared on his face.

Looking at the way this guy eats, how does he look like someone with a high fever?

But it’s good that you can eat, which means that your body is still healthy. Even if you don’t take medicine, as long as you have good food and drink, you can hold on for a while.

The people of the Fire Tribe are really capable of taking action and running away. They can jump into the fire without any delay...

Han Cheng looked at it for a while, turned around and went back to clean the pottery jar again. After filling most of the pottery jar with water, he added firewood and started burning it.

This guy's body is really dirty, he needs to be washed thoroughly. Paying attention to hygiene is a great way to prevent disease.

On the boat not far ahead, Liang watched the Son of God take action with burning eyes.

If possible, he wanted to come and help in person, but the Son of God disagreed, so he could only watch there, afraid that he would miss something.