Chapter 200 Do you want to join the Teng tribe?
After making the tofu, Jiang Xuan made the dipping sauce, and then braved the heavy snow to send a portion to Chi Shao, and personally heated it for her in a bronze pot.
Since the Teng tribe began to produce bronze, many daily necessities have changed, such as bronze knives for cutting vegetables and bronze pots for cooking.
However, for now, only Jiang Xuan and Chi Shao can use these bronze artifacts, and they will be gradually promoted in the future.
"This is called tofu. I made it with black beans. It tastes pretty good. Try it."
Jiang Xuan brought the tofu to Chishao and looked at her expectantly.
Chishao picked up the chopsticks, gently picked up a piece of tofu, dipped it in some dipping water, and put it in his mouth.
“Mm, it’s delicious.”
I ate another piece of red peony root and it tasted really good.
Jiang Xuan smiled and said, "Eat more. I'll make it next time after you finish eating."
Chishao nodded, ate a few more pieces, and then put down his chopsticks.
"Why don't you eat anymore?"
"I still have some medicine powder here that I haven't finished. Leave it there for now and take it when you eat."
Chishao sat down by the fire and began to grind the herbs. She needed to crush several herbs and mix them together to make a medicinal powder with excellent healing effects.
She is always like this, busy and busy.
"Sister, I have an idea, I wonder if you are willing."
"you say."
"I want you to take on a group of apprentices and teach them how to recognize herbs, process them, and cure illnesses and save lives."
Chishao frowned slightly, but said nothing.
The inheritance of witch doctor skills has always been something that only witches can learn. Even if it is to be passed on, it is passed on to the candidate for the next witch. This is the rule of the tribe.
Now, Jiang Xuan wants to break this rule.
Jiang Xuan continued: "Sister, this is what I think."
"Our tribe is growing bigger and bigger, and there are more and more people. You alone can't handle it even if you work without sleep. You can't just grind medicine and see patients every day, right?"
"It's different if you have a group of apprentices. Things like handling medicines and grinding powders can be left to them. You just need to keep an eye on them."
"This way, you won't be so tired, and if our people get injured or sick, they can get treatment as soon as possible."
"In the future, we can even open a special witch hospital. All sick and injured tribesmen can go to the witch hospital. There will be many witch doctors treating patients at the same time, so they don't have to wait too long."
"Sister, what do you think of my idea?"
After Jiang Xuan finished speaking, he looked at Chishao with anticipation. In fact, this idea had been lingering in his mind for a long time. He had arranged for two people to help Chishao before, but Chishao did not teach them witchcraft.
Chishao was silent for a moment and said, "Let me think about it."
Jiang Xuan continued to persuade her, "Sister, think about where your witchcraft skills came from? The old witch taught you, right?"
"Have you ever thought about why the old witch wanted to teach you and why she wanted to carve the Great Wilderness Hundred Herbs Map?"
"If witchcraft cannot be learned by more people and is only in the hands of a few witches, then once an accident happens to the witch or the tribe, the witch's lifelong experience in witchcraft will be gone, and even the experience accumulated by several generations of witches will be lost."
"Only by allowing more people to learn can we truly pass on witchcraft and promote it."
What Jiang Xuan said was not just about witchcraft, but also about many other skills.
Because those who master these skills are afraid that their jobs will be affected if the skills are passed on, they are very cautious in choosing successors and only pass on one person.
However, this way of inheritance is very risky.
For example, the Mosquito Tribe, the Crow Tribe, the Mantis Tribe, the Bird of Prey Tribe... When they were destroyed, the medical skills and experience accumulated by successive witches also disappeared with the death of the witches.
Even for tribes that have been passed down for a long time, it is impossible that no accidents would happen to every witch, right?
As long as one of the witches suddenly encounters an accident, the inheritance will be incomplete at best, and at worst, it will be cut off.
This is undoubtedly a huge loss.
It will be different if witchcraft is spread. The more people who know it, the greater the chance that it will be passed on. And as long as everyone does not hide it, the accumulation of experience will definitely be much faster than a single inheritance, and the development speed of witchcraft will also be accelerated.
Sooner or later, witchcraft will benefit everyone.
After listening to Jiang Xuan's words, Chishao was silent for a moment and said, "You are right. Starting tomorrow, I will select some tribesmen and try to teach them."
Jiang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's great, sister. I'll help you grind the medicine."
Jiang Xuan walked over, sat on a low stool beside the fire, and helped Chishao grind the medicine.
Chishao looked at Jiang Xuan's profile with mixed feelings, because she felt that she was increasingly unable to understand Jiang Xuan.
Maybe, it's because he has grown up.
Chishao lowered his head and stopped thinking about these things, but ground the medicine with peace of mind.
She had never doubted Jiang Xuan, nor did she want to doubt him.
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Outside the Teng Village, Fengcao, carrying a bag of food, walked to the area where tourists lived, one step deep and one step shallow, and then pushed open the door of a simple wooden house.
“Huff, huff, huff…”
After the door was opened, the cold wind immediately rushed into the room, sweeping away the little warmth that had been gathered inside with great difficulty, making the people inside shiver.
After Fengcao entered the wooden house, he immediately closed the door, and the people inside breathed a sigh of relief.
There were two visitors in the room, a woman in her mid-twenties with two warrior lines on her face, clearly a two-color warrior.
There was also a boy about seven or eight years old. He was very thin due to long-term hunger. He was very timid when he saw people and hid aside.
"Lan, I brought you some food. I know you don't have much."
Fengcao opened the animal skin bag and took out some round potatoes, stone eggs, and even a small amount of red crystal rice.
When the woman named "Lan" saw the food, she immediately pounced over and picked up the food on the ground, as if she was afraid that it would be snatched away.
After the snow, it was very difficult to obtain food, especially because of the fierce fighting between tourists. If Lan hadn't been so strong, they wouldn't even have been able to live in this wooden house, let alone food.
Lan picked up a round potato, didn't mind the dirt, took a few bites, and then stuffed the rest of the food to the boy.
While chewing a round potato, she mumbled, "Who do you want me to kill?"
Before the snow fell, Fengcao had sent her food several times. In exchange, Lan would help her kill designated tourists.
Feng Cao shook his head and said, "You don't have to kill anyone this time."
Lan stopped chewing, looked at the potato in his hand, frowned, and said, "What do you want? I only know how to kill people."
Fengcao tucked the scattered hair behind her ears and said, "Lan, have you ever thought about giving your son a better environment?"
Hearing Fengcao's words, Lan suddenly pounced towards Fengcao at such a fast speed that Fengcao had no time to dodge.
Lan pinched Fengcao's neck with his left hand, pulled out the stone knife with his right hand, and put it against Fengcao's neck. He stared at her like an angry leopard and said coldly: "If you dare to have ideas about my son, I will kill you!"
"Ahem, listen to me..."
After Fengcao spoke, Lan slowly let go of her neck, but his eyes were still very alert.
Fengcao rubbed his neck and didn't care about it. All tourists were like this, very vigilant and sensitive. Most of the tourists who were not vigilant had already died.
"Lan, don't get excited. Don't worry, I have no interest in your son."
"What I want to ask is, do you want to join the Vine Tribe?"
"Join the Vine Tribe?"
Lan obviously didn't expect Fengcao to ask such a question. For a moment she even suspected that Fengcao was lying to her.
Most of the tourists who gathered near the Teng Tribe wanted to join the Teng Tribe, but few were able to do so because the Teng Tribe had already passed the time when it needed a large population and did not recruit everyone.
If it was Lan alone, with her strength as a two-color warrior, it would be no problem for her to join the Teng tribe, but she also has a child.
The Teng tribe can take care of children born within the tribe, but they have no obligation to take care of children born outside the tribe.
"Can you let us join the Ivy Tribe?"
Lan hugged the boy and stared at Fengcao, waiting for her definite answer.
If they could join the Vine Tribe, they wouldn't have to live in this shabby wooden house, wouldn't have to worry about encountering various dangers all the time, and wouldn't have to worry about starving or freezing to death at any time.
Lan herself doesn't care, but she doesn't want her child to live a hopeless life like this.
She can give everything for her children.
Fengcao looked at Lan seriously and said, "I can let you join the Teng tribe and let your son live a stable life. However, as a price, you have to do something very dangerous with me."
"Besides, your external identity is still a tourist."
Lan frowned and asked, "What do you mean? Explain it clearly."
Feng Cao said: "It's very simple. I need you to use your identity as a tourist to get close to other tribes, or even join other tribes, and obtain various intelligence from other tribes."
"You may encounter many dangers, but the Teng Tribe will provide you with the weapons, food, medicine, or other tools you need."
"In return, your son will be well taken care of in the Ivy Tribe and will be able to live like other children in the Ivy Tribe."
"It's that simple. It's up to you to choose. I won't force you."
After Fengcao finished speaking, he looked at Lan calmly and let her make her own choice.
Lan continued to stare at Fengcao, as if judging whether what she said was true or false, and whether she was trustworthy.
After a while, she finally said, "Are you sure my son can join the Vine Tribe and be well taken care of?"
"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have come to you."
Lan was silent for a moment, then asked, "What if I die outside? Will you kick my son out?"
Feng Cao said with certainty: "Since your son has joined the Teng Tribe, he is a member of our Teng Tribe. As long as he does not make unforgivable mistakes, he will never be driven out."
"Okay, I agree!"
Lan agreed very readily without even bargaining.
The tribesmen have little culture and simple thoughts. For Lan, the tribe is gone, and her faith is gone too. The only motivation that keeps her alive is her son.
As long as her son could live a good life, she would be willing to die.
Fengcao looked at Lan seriously and said, "Okay, when it gets dark, I will take you back to the Teng Tribe."
"Also, welcome to join the Thorn Vine."
"Thor vine?" Lan looked at Fengcao in confusion.
"That's right, I am the leader of the Thorn Vine, and from now on you will be a member of the Thorn Vine."
Fengcao briefly introduced the situation of the thorn vine, giving Lan a preliminary understanding of the thorn vine.
As for more things, Fengcao will not reveal them to her for now, but depends on her future performance.
"I'm going to go somewhere else first. You guys pack up. After dark, I'll take you to the Ivy Tribe to meet our leader."
After Fengcao finished speaking, he picked up the animal skin bag and temporarily left the wooden house.
The reason why she had to wait until after dark was because the thorn vine had a special identity and couldn't be known to too many people.
"Son, you will soon be able to live a good life!"
Lan packed up the things in the broken wooden house with a nervous and excited mood, then held her son in her arms and waited for the night to come.
Time passed by little by little, and it soon became dark.
For the tribesmen, they basically don’t go out after dark, not to mention it’s winter now and snow is falling outside.
After dark, Lan became inexplicably nervous, with all kinds of messy thoughts swirling in her mind: she was afraid that Fengcao would not come, that the Teng tribe would not accept her, that she would be deceived, and that her son would be bullied after she left...
Waiting is always a very painful thing.
Finally, there was some movement outside. Lan immediately became nervous and subconsciously grasped the stone knife in his right hand.
“Boom boom boom…”
Someone knocked on the simple wooden door.
"who?"
"It's me, Fengcao, come with me."
Hearing the familiar voice outside, Lan breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she looked around the shabby wooden house, picked up her few luggage, and opened the door.
In the cold wind, Fengcao lit a torch and a lot of snowflakes fell on him.
Lan walked out the door with her son, and suddenly stopped: "Wait a moment."
Feng Cao turned around: "What's wrong?"
"The fire pit hasn't been buried yet."
She returned to the broken wooden house and covered the burning fire with thick ash. This not only prevented the fire from spreading and burning the wooden house, but also kept the fire alive for a long time.
"Okay, let's go."
Lan blocked the door of the wooden house again, then carried her son on her back and followed Fengcao towards the south gate of the Teng tribe, taking one step at a time.
In the cold wind, the flames of the torches were blown unsteadily, and people's shadows were swaying in the snow, but Lan's steps were always firm.
This is a stubborn woman.
Soon, they arrived at the south gate of the Teng Tribe. Fengcao walked straight in, Lan looked up at the extremely tall vine wall, and followed closely behind.
The soldiers in charge of guarding the gate hid in a wooden house behind the vine wall, pretending not to see the three people, because they had received Jiang Xuan's orders long ago.
After entering the Teng Tribe, the three of them went straight through the forest, then through the residential area, and finally arrived at Jiang Xuan's yard.
In the darkness, Lan felt two terrifying gazes staring at them from the left and right. Her muscles immediately tensed up and she gripped the stone knife with one hand.
Fengcao noticed her abnormality and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, those are the leader's mounts, Tangyuan and Yueya."
Lan nodded, but remained very alert.
“Boom boom boom…”
Fengcao knocked on Jiang Xuan's door.
"Chief, I brought them here."
Jiang Xuan's voice rang out in the house: "Come in."
"yes."
Fengcao pushed open the door and walked in with Lan and her son.
In the house, the fire in the fire pit was burning fiercely, and in the pottery pot, the broth was boiling, emitting waves of tempting meaty aroma.
(End of this chapter)
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