According to previous memories, the tribesmen did not contract the plague, but they did not go down to exchange things with the Han people so early at that time.
An Jingzhi was not sure whether these people were infected.
But he had to prepare for the worst. He had been to many parts of the world, and the plague seemed to be a plague that would be difficult to control even after more than a thousand years.
But there are also many worlds that have conquered these diseases.
"Grandpa, it can be cured, but I need my tribesmen to help me collect some medicinal herbs." After An Jingzhi finished speaking, he walked into the room and drew all the materials he needed with burnt charcoal. Each person held a few pieces of tree bark, and the bark contained exactly what they were looking for.
The tribesmen, who were originally at a loss and terrified, felt a little relieved after hearing An Jingzhi's orderly instructions.
The clan leader sat in the ancestral hall, looking dignified and solemn. "Why are you all panicking? If something happens, we'll be in trouble together. Okay, go find it yourself. I'll wait here for everyone."
The group walked together into the forest, looking for the things that An Jingzhi asked them to find. Some were stones, some were plants, some were tree barks, some were roots and rhizomes, and some were animals.
After giving the instructions, An Jingzhi returned to his room to tinker with it.
The remaining people in the village also started to boil water in the yard in front of the courtyard.
Everyone got moving, which alleviated a lot of the fear caused by the plague.
When you are busy, you don’t have time to think about other things.
Afterwards, the people who went out to look for medicinal herbs came back one after another. An Jingzhi directed them to process the herbs they found, clean them, and put the herbs into the boiling pot one by one in an orderly manner according to An Jingzhi's instructions. After the high fire was almost cooked, they poured the leopard blood they found into the pot.
Then a lot of tree bark and herb roots were added one after another.
After the water in the pot slowly turned dark and sticky, An Jingzhi asked them to simmer it over low heat for a while.
Seeing that the fire was almost ready, An Jingzhi asked someone to take out the firewood. The pot had turned into a black, lumpy substance.
Although it looks a bit disgusting, it exudes a fresh scent.
It only takes a paragraph to describe, but in fact, I was busy for three days.
"Is this done?" The patriarch came closer to watch and twitched his nose slightly.
"That's about it. Everyone, come and have a piece. If you have an illness, you can get it treated. If you don't have any, you can prevent it. "
An Jingzhi wanted to use a large hatchet to cut the lumps into several small pieces, but he had some difficulty lifting the knife. After cutting for a long time, he couldn't even cut off a piece of the medicine.
He took the knife off with an expressionless face, "Such a solemn matter should be left to Grandpa."
How hateful! The original owner was just a teenager, but his strength wasn't as good as that of an eighty-year-old man.
If this thing can really cure the plague, then the patriarch really has to do it himself.
The patriarch didn't see through his grandson's little tricks. He took the cleaned hatchet from An Jingzhi's hand, shouted loudly, and cut the round-bottomed medicine block into small pieces in just a few strokes.
Then he cut the small pieces of medicine into smaller pieces, until each one was only the size of a fingernail.
"Is that all right?"
An Jingzhi nodded, "This small piece can be soaked for three days. Drink a small bowl a day, and you'll be fine after three days."
In fact, many herbs have not been found, so this is considered an incomplete version of the plague antidote.
Otherwise, it would basically be solved with one injection. Even if it's a decoction, it would take a whole meal.
Afterwards, the tribesmen lined up to receive the medicine blocks. As soon as they got the medicine, they immediately took out the bowls at home to soak the medicine. After drinking the medicine, they felt that their bodies did feel a lot better.
In fact, this is all their own psychological effect. An Jingzhi is just a mortal now, and he has had contact with his tribesmen, so he also drank the medicine, but he didn't feel anything after drinking it, except that it was a little sweeter than ordinary medicine.
Anyway, if you are sick, you should treat the disease; if you are not sick, you should prevent the disease. All medicines are toxic. Although the medicine he made is somewhat toxic, it is not too bad. It can be excreted in a month and will not affect the body.
After taking the medicine, everyone finally felt at ease. Even some of the tribesmen who had diarrhea today did not have to go to the toilet again.
Now everyone was sure that the group of Han people at the foot of the mountain had indeed contracted the plague.
It also infected some of them. If they didn't have Ajing, the whole village might have been finished.
The tribesmen hated and were angry with the Han people living down the mountain.
"Well, those Han people must not know that they have the plague, otherwise the government would have sealed them off long ago. Besides, it was us who took the initiative to trade with them, not them who begged us to go," said the patriarch.
The world has been at peace for a long time now, and there has not been a plague for many years. It is normal that the group of people at the foot of the mountain did not think of it for a while.
People from other villages were afraid of them and were unwilling to trade with them. Only the village at the foot of the mountain, which had been living with them for decades, was willing to trust them and trade with them.
The patriarch even sent away two village chiefs.
When the tribesmen heard what the patriarch said, they immediately lowered their heads in shame.
There were more than just the village at the foot of the mountain around, but that village was the only one willing to exchange supplies with them. Some people in other villages were also willing, but they carried a large wild boar and a large tiger skin, which could obviously be exchanged for more than ten taels of silver, but people were only willing to give them a little bit of supplies, which were not worth more than one or two taels in total, not even a fraction of what the village at the foot of the mountain gave. It was simply robbery.
If they went into the city to exchange, not to mention the long journey, they had no household registration and could not even enter the city gate.
Even if they sneak in, when they are selling goods, people will know they are from the Miao village as soon as they hear their accent. They can easily seize all their goods and report them to the police for arrest. In the end, not only will they not make any money, but they may also get themselves into trouble.
The villagers could also settle in the Central Plains, but they were not good at farming. If they settled in the Central Plains, they would not be able to afford the heavy taxes.
"If all the people down the mountain die, where will we go to exchange supplies in the future?"
"this……"
An Jingzhi created a character for himself where he was taught by an immortal today.
The people living at the foot of the mountain are afraid of poisonous insects, but they are not afraid of Taoism. If I go down the mountain to treat illnesses now, I can not only make some money but also increase my task score.
The village relies only on hunting and picking, which is really difficult. We need to find a way to solve the situation in the village. Now this is the fastest way to make money.
Rather than the money he could earn by rescuing the group of villagers from the mountain, he cared more about the reputation he would gain after rescuing them.
From now on, how many people will come to him for medical treatment? How much money will he earn? Then these things can be used to improve the life of the people in the village. And it will be a continuous supply.
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