(The first leader in my life, the author fainted in the toilet... I haven't had much time to write books these days because of the Chinese New Year. I will add three chapters tonight. The rest will be delayed and I will make up for it later. There will be five chapters tomorrow morning, which is a small outbreak during the Spring Festival. It is not counted in the extra chapters. Thank you for the support of my fellow book friends)

It was evening.

The weather is getting hotter and the days are getting longer.

The weather gradually became cooler only after the sun set.

The newly built houses of the Qingque tribe have already been leveled, and it is time to build gables on top.

People in the fields, in the houses, or by the river took advantage of the cool weather and sped up their work, preparing to get more work done at this time.

In the cooking cave, wisps of smoke rose slowly. Several people in charge of cooking were busy here. The tempting aroma of food rose from here and drifted in all directions with the evening breeze.

It highlights the tranquility and warmth of the tribe.

Piles of clean bowls were placed not far from the cave, and soup in a large basin was also brought out.

As the call for dinner came, people scattered in the courtyard and around the courtyard began to gather towards the courtyard.

The second brother, who had slept against the wall for a while, also stood up by pressing the wall with his hands, and walked towards the dining place with some difficulty.

Dinner was soup, there were two kinds, one was fish soup and the other was rabbit soup.

There are some rapeseed and other wild vegetables in it.

The few people in the tribe who cook often have learned the true skills from Han Cheng, and their soups are very delicious.

After everyone had their soup in order, they dispersed around to eat.

The second brother also held the bowl and tried his best to eat.

A primitive man who cannot eat is not a good primitive man. Even though he has no appetite, he still forces himself to eat a lot.

There are no lights at night, so usually dinner is prepared and eaten before dark.

That's when things happened.

"Baji!"

“Plop!”

Han Cheng put down his empty bowl and prepared to leave with Bai Xue, who had also finished her meal.

I had just taken two steps when suddenly this sound was heard.

Han Cheng was startled and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a mess not far away.

The earthenware bowl fell to the ground and broke into several pieces, and the soup inside spilled all over the floor, steaming.

A person was lying next to the broken bowl of soup.

Seeing this scene, Han Cheng's heart skipped a beat.

I thought it was all over. I thought Second Brother could hold on for a while longer, but I didn't expect that he couldn't do it now!

Thinking this in his mind, he pushed Sister Bai Xue aside, let go of her and ran over there.

While running, Han Cheng was suddenly stunned because his second senior brother was also coming over here with a bowl in his hand.

Not the second brother?

Then who is it?

Han Cheng hesitated in his heart, but he did not stop and had already arrived in front of the man lying on the ground.

After turning the fallen guy over with others, I realized who he was.

It was not someone else, but Liang who was led into the trap by Han Cheng and aspired to become Shennong!

It was not completely dark yet, and in the evening light one could see that Liang's face was a little purple.

The lips are also a little dark.

His body was shaking all the time.

This is poisoning!

If you walk along the river often, you will get your feet wet. Liang, who often tries grass, got caught today.

"Don't eat anymore!"

Han Cheng's first reaction was that Liang had poisoned himself by tasting the herbs, and then he realized that there were wild vegetables in the soup tonight, so he must not get killed!

He immediately called out to everyone to stop and asked them to check each other to see if there was anyone abnormal.

At the same time, he also asked someone to help him and quickly straighten Liang's body.

Lift your neck and open your airway.

After thinking about it, he asked someone to quickly scoop a large scoop of manure from the manure pool behind the toilet.

Saving lives is the most important thing, I can’t care about too much at this moment.

Tietou took the order and ran away. At this time, Han Cheng also received reports from everyone, saying that no one showed any abnormalities.

Han Cheng felt himself carefully and found no discomfort, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

I hope it’s not a collective food poisoning. I hope it’s not a collective food poisoning!

Seeing that Tietou had not come yet, Han Cheng asked someone to carry Liang towards the toilet. At this time, every second counted.

“Here it comes, here it comes!”

Tietou's loud shouting was audible, and Han Cheng asked someone to put Liang down. After that, Tietou also came up.

"Give him the drink!"

Han Cheng said without hesitation.

Tietou and the people around him were stunned.

What?

Drink this thing?

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and drink!"

"profound!"

Tietou, who was stunned for a moment, responded, tilted the dung scoop, and poured the dung into Liang's mouth.

But Liang was unconscious at the moment and couldn’t get the medicine in.

Han Cheng was very anxious and hurriedly asked someone to pry Liang's mouth open.

Before the senior brothers and the others could take action, Liang woke up by himself.

He was still a little confused when he just woke up. He saw the dung bucket not far from his head and reached out to touch his face. When he realized something, he vomited all over the place and vomited bile.

"Son of God?"

Tietou, who was holding the dung ladle, asked, looking like he wanted to drink more.

Han Cheng dry-heaved and waved his hand to ask Tietou to take Xiang away quickly. He called for someone to bring some water and asked Liang to drink it desperately.

After he drank too much, they asked him to vomit out the water he drank, but he couldn't.

Han Cheng shouted, and Tietou, who had not yet gone far, came back with something smelling very good.

When Liang saw the murder weapon, he immediately vomited violently.

"God...Son of God..."

Liang shouted weakly, looking at the water in the jar in front of him, he really couldn't swallow it.

He has drunk and vomited four times.

"No, you have to drink it, or you'll be poisoned to death!"

Han Cheng frowned and spoke very sternly.

There was no smart solution at this time, so the only thing to do was to wash Liang's stomach like this.

I hope he didn't eat those things for long, so he can save his life in this way.

Liang made up his mind and drank another half jar of water.

Tietou was already very skilled at his job. Seeing that Liang was about to drink it, he did not spit it out immediately, so he immediately shook the dung ladle in front of Liang...

“Ugh~”

After washing eight times in a row, the torture-like torment finally came to an end for Liang.

He was pale, water-stained, and extremely weak when he was carried into the room. After a while, he closed his eyes...

Han Cheng let go of his wrist and let out a long breath.

This guy Liang fell asleep.

But his expression was ugly and cruel.

Han Cheng stayed by his side and did not leave. Whether this guy could survive depended on whether he could survive tonight.

“Ugh~”

Not long after falling asleep, Liang leaned over the kang and vomited again. There was nothing but some bile.

After vomiting, he trembled, curled up into a ball, and kept shouting that his stomach hurt.

Han Cheng asked someone to bring a large bowl of warm water, helped Liang up, and asked him to drink it.

Try to expel toxins from the body through internal circulation.

Apart from this, there was nothing else I could do but comfort him and encourage him...