Indeed, it is plantain.
This is, this is actually Coptis chinensis.
There are several other herbs left that can reduce fever.
Now, the waiter is saved.
"Grandpa Li, can these herbs save Xiao Er?" Tiedan's dark face was filled with hope in his black and white eyes.
Others also stared at Uncle Li closely, hoping to get a positive answer.
"Yes, sure." Uncle Li nodded heavily with tears in his eyes.
"Yeah, that's great, Xiao Er doesn't have to die anymore." Tiedan jumped up with joy.
"What nonsense are you talking about, you little rascal? Xiao Er is blessed with a long life." The tall man standing next to him patted Tiedan's head.
Tiedan didn't care and just covered his head and laughed foolishly.
"Big sister, go and boil these herbs and feed them to the waiter later."
"Okay." Aunt Liu took the herbs from Tiedan's hand like a gust of wind and ran to the back of the yard.
This is where everyone cooks. A chipped iron pot is the most valuable thing in their yard.
Aunt Liu took out a bamboo tube, scooped water from the broken water tank, and carefully washed the mud off the roots of the herbs, fearing that she would accidentally damage the roots.
"Auntie, let me light a fire for you." A little girl of eleven or twelve said timidly.
Without waiting for Aunt Liu to answer, she squatted in front of the simple stove made of stones, skillfully lit a fire and boiled water.
Little brother Xiao Er must be fine.
The little girl Zhaodi looked at the burning fire with great determination.
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