The clan leader, who already treasured those talisman papers, now values them even more.
He put a lot more poisonous insects into the box. The box was originally placed in a box, but now he carried it with him all day long.
The date originally scheduled to go down the mountain to exchange things with the Han people was still some time away, but now the chief couldn't wait to go down immediately, to quickly exchange a few more pieces of yellow paper, to draw more talisman paper, and to save more lives for the villagers.
Now An Jingzhi's prestige in the village has reached the highest level. Even if the clan leader said on the spot that he wanted to step down and pass the position of clan leader to An Jingzhi, everyone else would just raise their hands in agreement.
"Ayu, you should come with me. I don't have anything to do today. I plan to read in my room."
A Yu looked with some longing at the tribesmen who were packing up their things and preparing to go down the mountain to exchange them.
An Jingzhi thought that there was nothing to do today, so he asked the other party to follow him. A boy of this age must be full of yearning for the outside world.
"This..." A Yu wanted to go down, but he was worried about An Jingzhi.
"Go if you want to. You can just sit in the room with me. I'll go to Grandpa and tell him he won't blame you."
After finally confirming that An Jingzhi would be in the village today and that the tribe leader was there, and that nothing would happen to An Jingzhi, A Yu packed up his things and happily followed the tribe members down the mountain.
There is a box in An Jingzhi's room, which is filled with bottles and jars of various colors, and some boxes are filled with transparent liquids.
These are the medicinal liquids he extracted from various herbs, and also the ink he used to draw talismans.
After drawing the talisman paper, he became obsessed with studying witchcraft. He thought that he could figure it out with his own abilities, but he didn't expect that this witchcraft was more difficult than he imagined.
There was a poisonous insect on the table. He had asked the clan leader for it. It was just an ordinary poisonous insect, but the other party was very hostile to him. He couldn't even give the most basic instructions.
An Jingzhi was a little puzzled. He did what was described in the book, but why couldn't he control these poisonous insects?
He conducted many experiments to confirm that he was not wrong, and finally attributed it to this body.
He tried to use something to cover up the breath of life on his body, and then used the witchcraft to control the insect in front of him. Sure enough, the insect on the table moved according to his command!
Therefore, it is not a problem of his ability at all, but these poisonous insects reject the original owner's body!
This is a difficult problem, as he cannot change his body.
Judging from the current situation, he doesn't have to learn witchcraft, but he is just interested in it now. In his long life, if he doesn't find something to pass the time, even if his emotions will be blurred, he would probably have gone crazy long ago.
It is precisely because of his research-savvy character that he can master so many skills and make a comeback without any cheat codes.
Since these poisonous insects rejected the original owner's body, he tried to find a way to cultivate some poisonous insects that belonged to him.
Then he picked up the method of cultivating the insect and looked through it carefully.
The cultivation of the Gu worm is indeed bloody. Although it requires blood, the dose used is not enough to kill a person. Moreover, if the Gu worm eats the blood of its owner, its relationship with the owner will become closer.
When An Jingzhi was absorbed in studying the cultivation method of poisonous insects, he heard a noisy sound outside. An Jingzhi looked toward the window and realized that the sun had already set and the tribesmen had been out for a day.
An Jingzhi put down the book, stretched, and walked out of the room.
Then Ayu came over with a stack of yellow paper, "Ajing, this is your yellow paper, let me put it in your room for you."
An Jingzhi nodded and looked at the tribesmen's harvest. All the furs and prey they brought out had been exchanged. This time, in addition to some daily necessities, they also exchanged some sugar.
An Jingzhi approached and saw the clan leader listening to the leading clan member report on their actions.
"We're lucky this time. There seem to be a lot of sick people down there who need this meat to replenish their bodies, so we got a good price for our prey this time."
An Jingzhi didn't hear what the leader of the tribe said afterwards. All he could think about was that there were many sick people.
In the original owner's memory, there seemed to be a plague at the foot of the mountain. The plague killed all the villagers in the village where they traded. During that time, the villagers on the mountain did not dare to go down the mountain at will. After the plague disappeared, when they went to the foot of the mountain to trade again, they had to take a longer detour and go to other villages to trade with those people.
However, he didn't expect that there were signs of the plague so early.
This was supposed to happen two months later, so it was actually just covered up at the beginning, and the village was sealed off later when it could no longer be covered up. Did everyone in the village die in the end?
Thinking of this, An Jingzhi's face suddenly became much uglier.
I had originally thought of going down the mountain to work as a doctor and treat illnesses before anything happened, earning some money for the village, and then preparing more herbs to treat the plague. If I had the ability, I would help the villagers down the mountain. But things happened a little suddenly.
After chatting with the tribe members, he turned around and saw that An Jingzhi's face looked a little ugly. The tribe leader asked, "What's wrong, Ajing? Are you feeling unwell?"
An Jingzhi glanced at the clan leader, hesitated for a moment and said, "Grandpa, I'm afraid those Han people down the mountain have contracted the plague."
Upon hearing this, the patriarch’s pupils constricted and he was horrified, “What?! How did you know?!” If it really is a plague, then we’re done for!
The patriarch tried his best to control himself, but found that he could not control his trembling hands.
The tribesmen who had not walked far away suddenly felt their hair stand on end and were terrified.
Everyone looked at An Jingzhi in bewilderment.
"Ah Jing, don't say that carelessly."
"I...I heard them say it was just diarrhea."
An Jingzhi asked, "Tell me more about the characteristics of those patients, and I will be able to confirm it."
Then the tribesmen talked to each other and told each other all the news they had heard.
Headache, high fever, and persistent diarrhea.
Although An Jingzhi had not seen the patients in person, he was certain in his heart that these people had indeed contracted the plague.
"I'm now sure they might have contracted the plague." An Jingzhi's face didn't look good.
Plague is highly contagious and often occurs in dirty and poor environments.
"What?! What should I do?!"
"Oh my god, why didn't they tell us they had the plague?! We've all traded with them, are we going to get the plague too?!"
"They definitely don't know yet, right? If they did, the place would have been sealed off long ago."
When everyone heard this, they were immediately terrified and the scene was in chaos.
Everyone was talking at once, and fear was spreading among the crowd.
Even the clan leader's expression was very grim. "A Jing, can this be cured?"
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