Chapter 16 Improvements
It will take some time for the tuo beast to produce milk, so Jian Mo is still focusing on the hunting fair.
The hunting fair will be held for a total of nine days.
The people in the tribe will not participate in the whole process, but will take turns to go there, and spend the rest of the time hunting and gathering to prepare for winter.
After hearing about Jian Mo's reputation, the people of the Mengshui tribe asked him to sit in the hunting fair and settle the supplies for him every day, so he went there every day.
In the morning, after Jian Mo finished breakfast and fed the flying wing beast and the tuo beast, he went to the Mengshui tribe with Wu Jiong.
They rode the flying wing beast directly and flew over in a straight line, which was much faster.
Their riverside tribe was some distance away from the Mengshui tribe, so even if they took the winged beast, they would not arrive early.
Many people had already arrived, and there were many people setting up stalls, strolling, and chatting, which made it very lively.
When they arrived, Wu Jiong took the winged beast and tied it up, while Jian Mo went to the place reserved for him by the Mengshui tribe, put down the medical kit, and prepared to treat.
Jian Mo had just sat down when a sub-beastman from the Mengshui tribe came over with a clay pot: "Doctor Jian Mo, try our sweet drink, which is made with cool leaves and sweet fruits. Do you think it tastes like what you said?"
- The beastmen originally wanted to call Jian Mo a priest or witch doctor, but Jian Mo felt unworthy of the title, so he asked everyone to call him doctor.
Jian Mo stood up and reached out to take it: "Thank you."
The orc dodged for a moment, put the pottery jar on his table, and put out the bowl he brought, and asked with a smile: "Chief Wu Jiong didn't come today?"
"I came, and I went to tie up the flying beast." Jian Mo picked up the drink and took a sip. He squinted his eyes at the cool and sweet taste. "It tastes good!"
The orc: "Really? When I made it this morning, the people in our tribe also said it tasted good. The method you said is still the best."
As they were talking here, a panicked voice came from behind: "Doctor Jian Mo--"
Jian Mo turned his head to see, only to see two panicked people running over quickly with a child in their arms.
The child closed his eyes and cried loudly. When he opened his mouth, blood was pouring out of the child's mouth continuously.
Jian Mo's heart tightened, and he quickly reached out and swept the things on the table to a corner: "Put the child up quickly! What's wrong with the child?"
The beastman who was holding the child tightly said: "He just fell down from the tree and has been vomiting blood!"
Jian Mo saw that the beastman's hands were almost cramped, and said to him: "Let me see what's going on first, let the child lie on his side."
The child was still crying after being put on the table. The cry was loud and sounded full of energy.
Generally speaking, the injured who can make such loud noises are not a big problem. The condition of this little beastman is not bad.
Jian Mo quickly opened the little beastman's mouth and looked at it carefully, and then put his head against his chest and listened carefully.
The people around him dared not breathe and stood nervously behind.
Jian Mo judged for a few minutes, raised his head and said: "There should be no internal injuries. The mouth is full of blood because there is a big cut in the mouth by the teeth, and a piece of the tooth is broken."
As he said, Jian Mo pinched the little beastman's mouth open to show the two fathers.
There was indeed a big bleeding cut in the little beastman's mouth.
Seeing this, the two fathers subconsciously relaxed and their expressions softened.
Jian Mo opened the medical kit, took out the animal urine bubble filled with salt water, and rinsed the child.
Soon, the blood in the little beastman's mouth was rinsed dry, and the big cut was blocked by Jian Mo with a clean cloth.
Jian Mo comforted the little beastman and said to his parents, "He's going to change his teeth, right?"
The little beastman's father nodded repeatedly.
Jian Mo put his head close to the little beastman's chest again, listened to his dirty voice, and judged that there should be no problem, so he said, "Then pull out the tooth. Half of it has broken off. It's easy to get infected if it stays in the mouth."
The two fathers didn't quite understand what infection meant, but seeing Jian Mo's quick operation, they trusted him abnormally and took his words as their own.
Jian Mo looked at the little humanoid beastman and felt that it was not going well.
After all, he was a veterinarian.
He discussed with his parents: "Can we let the little guy change back to beast form, so that I can handle it more easily."
The little beastman had stopped crying, but with big tears hanging from his cheeks, he looked at Jian Mo nervously.
Jian Mo looked down at the little beastman and asked, "Is it okay?"
The two parents had no objection, and the little beastman nodded obediently. The
little beastman's father untied the beast leather skirt on the little beastman, and the little beastman lay on his side and changed back to beast form.
Probably a little guy from the Weasel family.
Jian Mo looked at the familiar beast shape on the table, with relaxation in his eyes.
The next part was the part that Jian Mo was most familiar with.
He looked at the little guy who was fixed, picked up the wooden tweezers, clamped the half-cracked fang, and quickly and accurately pulled upwards in the direction of the loose tooth, directly pulling out the broken tooth.
His speed was so fast that the little guy didn't even have time to react before he started to rinse him with salt water. After making sure the tooth was pulled clean, he covered it with a small piece of disinfected cloth.
"Bite it." Jian Mo said to the little guy.
The little guy blinked and closed his mouth obediently. He was much more obedient than Jian Mo's previous animal patients.
Jian Mo couldn't help but praise: "Great. What a brave little guy."
The little guy's ears moved, and he looked away and didn't dare to look at Jian Mo. He was obviously a little shy.
Jian Mo said to the two parents: "Okay, try not to eat on the side where the tooth was pulled out for the next two days, and don't lick the place where the tooth fell out."
The boy's bleeding had stopped long ago, and there were still tears on his cheeks, but he had recovered his spirits.
The little beastman's father: "Don't you need to apply medicine?"
Jian Mo put away the used instruments separately, intending to disinfect them together later: "No, saliva itself can disinfect, and the wound can heal itself."
The two fathers nodded half-understandingly, and probably understood what Jian Mo meant.
The little beastman's father brought a basket from the back and said gratefully: "Doctor Jian Mo, this is for you."
Just when the two parents brought the little beastman over, their fellow tribesmen brought their supplies over as well.
At this time, the basket that the little beastman's father was holding was the same basket that they had brought.
Jian Mo removed the leaves covering the basket, looked at the round, yellow-brown fruits as big as eggs inside, and asked curiously, "What is this?"
"Oh, I got the wrong one." The little beastman's father took a look and hurriedly wanted to take the basket back, "This is the fruit to feed the flying beast and the tut-tut beast, and what I want to give you is the root of the wood ding." If
the flying beast and the tut-tut beast can eat it, then it is non-toxic.
Jian Mo picked up a fruit and smelled it, and then used his fingernails to pick the smooth and hard skin.
After picking it, a bitter smell came to his nose, and there was also a bad smell, not stinky, but just not pleasant.
Jian Mo tried to pinch the fruit open, but he didn't expect that it wouldn't open even if he squeezed it hard.
Just when he was hesitating whether to bite it directly with his teeth, Wu Jiong came back, took the fruit from his hand, gently pinched it open and handed it back to him.
He turned his head and smiled at Wu Jiong, sniffing the round kernel inside.
Jian Mo: "It's the kernel that can be eaten, right?"
The beastman's father said, "Yes, but it's not very tasty. If it weren't for the famine, no one would eat it. We brought them all here to exchange for the tribe that raises tuo beasts."
As he spoke, the father suddenly reacted, "Doctor Jian Mo, you also raise tuo beasts, so I'll give you this basket of flour fruits, and I'll give you some wood ding roots."
Jian Mo held the flour fruits and said, "Just give me the flour fruits, and don't give me the wood ding roots. I didn't do anything."
The beastman's father disagreed, "That won't work. Giving you flour fruits alone is not enough." Reasonable?"
He said, "Anyway, there are noodles everywhere in our river, we can just pick some tomorrow."
Jian Mo was surprised, staring at the noodles with smooth skin like chestnuts: "Does it grow in the river?"
The little beastman's father: "Yes, but I guess your tribe doesn't have it, only our low-lying tribes have it."
Jian Mo smiled: "Then I really learned a lot. Just give me noodles, listen to me."
His attitude was very firm, and the two fathers of the little beastman couldn't argue anymore, so they had to give him a basket of noodles and leave the basket with him.
The two of them quickly left with the little beastman, and Jian Mo continued to stay there, waiting for the next injury.
Today was smooth, and there were no difficult things next.
In the evening, Jian Mo said goodbye to the people of Mengshui tribe and returned to the tribe with Wu Jiong.
He poured out some of the noodle fruit and wanted to feed it to the tuo beast.
Wu Jiong stopped him: "You have to peel out the kernel inside. They can't digest the outer shell and they will die easily."
Jian Mo looked at the shell: "Aren't their teeth very useful?"
Wu Jiong: "It doesn't matter if the teeth are good. I'll go borrow a sheller."
Wu Jiong went out and soon came back with the sheller.
The sheller has a circular groove in which the noodle fruit can be placed. On top is a stone knife with a wooden handle. After placing the noodle fruit, press and roll it with the knife, and a ring-shaped incision will be cut out of the noodle fruit. With a light pinch, the kernel inside will fall out.
The kernel inside is actually quite impressive, as big as a longan, and it is quite heavy in the hand.
But the smell is really bad.
Jian Mo felt like vomiting because of the smell.
After Wu Jiong cut the shells, Jian Mo took the noodle fruit to feed the tuo beast.
The tuo beast couldn't eat too much, and Jian Mo didn't dare to feed them only the kernels, fearing that they would be too dry and would upset their stomachs, so he had to mix it with grass.
So, Jian Mo took the remaining half of the noodle fruit to feed the flying beast.
After seeing the noodle fruit, the flying beast sniffed it carefully.
It obviously didn't like the smell of the noodle fruit. It sniffed it and raised its head, then sniffed it again slowly, but didn't open its mouth for a long time.
Seeing it like this, Jian Mo said, "If you don't like it, forget it. I'll bring you other food later."
The flying winged beast held the basket of noodles and fruits in its mouth and refused to let Jian Mo take it away. It looked at him with its dark eyes: "Huh?"
Jian Mo: "You're not eating, why are you whimpering?"
The flying winged beast held the basket tightly and didn't let go. After hesitating for a long time, it still opened its mouth and took a bite, chewing it in its mouth.
But the crumbs fell out while it was chewing, just like those people who drink half a cup and leak the other half, not swallowing a drop into their throats.
Jian Mo helplessly reached out and patted its big head: "If you don't want to eat, don't eat. Don't waste food!"
The flying winged beast looked at Jian Mo, revealing half of the white of its eyes with guilt, and finally couldn't help it, and "hiccup" all the crumbs out.
Jian Mo was speechless.
The chewed noodles were milky white, and the winged beast vomited out a large amount of them, which made them smell even worse.
Jian Mo couldn't stand the dirty look, so he went to the side and dug up a small basket of ash, poured it on the noodles, and prepared to sweep it away.
At this moment, Jian Mo suddenly found that the appearance of the ground noodles was a bit familiar.
It looked a bit like ground beans.
Jian Mo paused, swept up the noodles vomited by the winged beast, and then took the remaining noodles back.
He used the small stone mortar at home to pound the noodles, added water to make a paste and filtered it out. Sure
enough, the bottom turned into milky white starch water - it seems that the starch content in the noodles is quite high.
At least much higher than the hair roots.
But the taste is really bad, ugh.
Wu Jiong's tall figure walked in from outside, and saw Jian Mo busying around the fire pit, and asked: "What's wrong?"
Jian Mo looked up at him: "I feel that the starch content in the flour fruit is quite high, maybe I can wash it out and make something else."
Wu Jiong stretched out his finger and dipped it in some starch water, rubbed it: "It's quite high, but it's a pity that it can't be eaten."
Jian Mo lowered his head and smelled it, then silently turned his head away to breathe the fresh air.
Wu Jiong: "In the past, other tribes would grind flour into flour and make cakes to eat, but only some people with special tastes could eat it."
Jian Mo looked at the bowl of flour fruit water: "Will you feel uncomfortable after eating it?"
Wu Jiong shook his head: "No."
Jian Mo: "It's OK if there isn't any. I'll try it first."
In the evening, in addition to the meat cakes and stems they usually eat, Jian Mo specially bought some noodle cakes, added various spices, and fried them over high heat.
The noodle cakes were indeed not delicious. Even with pickled cabbage, they couldn't cover up the strange smell.
He was not a picky eater, but he still couldn't eat it.
Jian Mo regretted: "I was saying that noodle cakes are so productive, can they be developed into food? I don't think we have enough food in winter."
Wu Jiong: "We don't go out much in winter, so we can get by with less."
Jian Mo sighed: "It's uncomfortable to be hungry."
The noodle cakes were peeled out, so Jian Mo simply soaked them in water to see if the unpleasant substances inside could be soaked out.
Under normal circumstances, soaking should be able to remove some of the odor.
When people were on Earth, they would also soak bitter bamboo shoots and other things to get a better taste.
Wu Jiong watched him soak the noodles and didn't say anything.
But when he got up the next morning, Wu Jiong said to him first: "I just saw that the noodles have produced yellow water."
Jian Mo immediately said: "I'll go and have a look!"
The noodles that had been soaked overnight had swelled up, but not too much.
He pinched it with his hands, and it wasn't very easy to crush.
The crushed noodles were placed in the palm of his hand, and there was still that unpleasant smell, but it had become much lighter.
Jian Mo scrubbed the noodles and washed them, then changed the water, intending to soak them for a few more days.
While the noodles were soaking, the hunting conference ended successfully.
The Riverside Tribe ranked second in total for all the rewards they received at the conference.
This is already a very good result. After all, their population is much smaller than that of the Mengshui tribe.
After the hunting meeting, people's lives became peaceful again.
The beastmen went out hunting as usual, and the sub-beastmen went out to gather as usual.
But when they went out, everyone couldn't help but talk about the wonderful moments of this hunting meeting and some gossip they heard.
Jian Mo followed the whole process and rarely got a chance to talk, but he didn't discuss much. Everyone knew that he didn't like to talk and didn't care.
The noodles were soaked for several days, and when they were taken out, they still had that strange smell.
Although the smell has become very light, everyone's taste buds are very sensitive, and they still can't accept this strange ingredient.
After tasting the flour cake made by Jian Mo, Zhou Fu said, "Eat less in winter. I would rather be hungry than eat this strange cake."
Jian Mo looked at the cake in his hand and said, "I'll think about it."
That day, Jian Mo went out to collect grass and burned the dry grass he cut on the open ground, and scooped the whitish ash into the bucket.
Grass ash is finer than wood ash, and there is almost no graininess when you pick it up.
Wu Jiong watched his movements, came over and grabbed a handful, and asked: "Are you going to make soap today?"
Jian Mo raised his head from his busy work: "No, I plan to make an ash water noodle cake."
Wu Jiong was silent for a moment: "What?"
Jian Mo: "Doesn't this noodle cake have a strange smell no matter how you handle it? I'll try adding ash water."
Wu Jiong: "Can the ash be eaten?"
Jian Mo smiled: "Yes, there are quite a lot of ash water foods in our place."
He made ash water rice dumplings, ash water noodles and so on when he was a child, and they tasted good.
The most vivid memory is when his grandmother used ash water to make konjac tofu.
The konjac with such a strange taste turned out to be delicious after being stirred and cooked with ash water. It was really magical.
I just don't know if the noodle cake will be improved by using this magical cooking method.
Wu Jiong was skeptical about the ash water, but he didn't say anything, just came over to help.
Jian Mo imitated his grandmother's memory and ground the noodles together with Wu Jiong, added ash water to make a paste, cut it into pieces, and then put it in a pot
to cook. I don't know if it was the ash water or the boiling water that worked.
The noodle paste solidified in the boiling water and became the same texture as rice cake.
Jian Mo picked it up and smelled it, and felt that the strange smell inside was indeed smaller.
They changed the water several times and boiled it for half the night, then picked up the cooked noodle cake and soaked it in a large basin filled with cold water.
Jian Mo planned to soak it for another day and deal with it tomorrow.
Jian Mo pounded his aching waist and was about to go upstairs, but when he turned around, he saw Wu Jiong staring at the fruit cake, and couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"
Wu Jiong: "Just now when it was soaked, I pinched a corner and tasted it, and it was edible."
Jian Mo smiled: "It was edible before, but it just didn't taste good."
Wu Jiong turned to look at him.
He waved his hands: "Okay, okay, I won't argue. The orc with a keen sense of taste couldn't swallow it before, but now it can finally be swallowed, right?"
Wu Jiong nodded.
Jian Mo: "Maybe it will be better tomorrow. Then I'll pick some spices and stir-fry them to see if I can completely suppress the strange smell."
Wu Jiong nodded again: "Go to bed early."
Jian Mo: "I'll go now."
He walked to the bottom of the escalator and was about to go upstairs, but suddenly stopped and said: "Well, do you want to go upstairs to sleep?"
Wu Jiong looked over.
Jian Mo held the escalator and spoke faster: "It's cold, it's a bit damp down there, sleeping for a long time may be bad for your health. The second floor is so big, you can sleep on one side and I can sleep on the other, it's enough."
Wu Jiong listened to him and said: "In two days, when I'm free, I'll dry the mattress before going upstairs."
Jian Mo nodded repeatedly and climbed upstairs quickly with his hands and feet.
The next morning, the first thing Jian Mo did when he got up was to go and see the noodle cake.
After many soaking, washing, grinding, boiling and soaking, the noodle cake basically has no strange smell, but more of the sweet taste of starch and the unique fragrance of plants.
Jian Mo tasted a piece, if you ignore the slightly strange smell, it tastes okay.
In fact, they eat wild vegetables and roots, many of which are bitter or have a rough texture that hurts the throat, and the taste is not as good as the carefully made noodle cake.
Wu Jiong walked in from outside, and saw him squatting beside the basin, so he walked over and picked up a corner of the noodle cake to taste it.
Jian Mo asked with sparkling eyes: "How is it?"
Wu Jiong: "Before, I thought that noodle fruits were inedible, but now it seems that maybe we just don't know how to eat them."
This evaluation is quite high, Jian Mo smiled: "Wait a moment, I'll go outside to pick some sour fruits and cool leaves, and it will taste better if fried."
After coming to this world for so long, Jian Mo knows exactly what grows in the tribe, and he doesn't have to run into the woods every time he wants to pick spices.
Wu Jiong: "I'll go with you."
The two went outside to pick up side dishes. Jian Mo picked up a piece of noodle cake, sliced it, and then fried it on a stone slab with pickled lean meat, sour fruit, beetroot and shellfish powder. The fried
noodle cake was soft, glutinous, sour and fragrant, and covered with a layer of sauce, which formed a sharp contrast with the other ingredients.
Wu Jiong could no longer taste the strange smell inside, and could only taste the carefully prepared sauce, which tasted very delicious.
Jian Mo held a piece of noodle cake and stared at it.
Wu Jiong asked, "What's wrong?"
Jian Mo: "This tastes like the snack I had before."
Wu Jiong also stared at the noodle cake: "What is a snack?"
Jian Mo thought for a while: "A kind of food used to satisfy hunger outside of the main meal? The key is to satisfy hunger, this noodle cake is really satisfying."
There are still a lot of noodle cakes on the stone slab.
Jian Mo couldn't help but scooped some out with a large plate: "I'll let Zhou Fu and the others try it too, and see what they think of the noodle cake."
Wu Jiong held him back and said, "Let's go after dinner, it won't take a while."
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