Kapitel 2: Chapter 2: Cruel reality tells him this is the world to be expected from the whole Tribe

The place he was held was an unusually simple straw shed. The top of the shed is modestly covered with hay so sparse that one can see the sun just outside the structure.The straw shed is not too big. After the visual inspection, Yan Mo thought it was about forty square meters. It was divided into two rows, one in the middle, and one at the sides.The two rows weren't fully occupied by humans, some were occupied by animals. Yan Mo didn't know if this was the reason the straw shed has a very unpleasant smell which can trigger the desire to gag.Yan Mo thought he was saved, but after he woke up and saw the scene, he no longer had this idea of being saved; ending up here was still better than dying out there.Just half an hour ago, there was a dark man on the wooden stake two meters away from him. The man, who was bigger than him, was also injured. His head was bleeding and he was in a deep coma, never waking up. After a while, a strong man with a slight protruding belly came in. The strong man walked around the straw shed and finally stopped next to the unconscious man. He slapped him but there was no reaction. The strong man walked over and removed the ropes tying this man then he simply dragged the other out with one arm.Yan Mo was on the verge of sleeping inside the straw shed but stirred awake when he saw the scene just outside in plain view.There was a small square outside the straw shed, and at the center of it was a wooden stump with axe was driven in it.There were people working in the square, some were weaving weeds others were cooking or curing. When Yan Mo saw that the strong man came in, he wanted to ask for a glass of water. If he could get to eat a bowl of food, it would be better, but after seeing the behavior of the strong man, he wisely shut his mouth. The gaze of the man swept over his face without a trace of pity.The strong man dragged the comatose man to the center of the square, put the man's head on the stump, and pulled the axe from its place.Yan Mo's heart thumped faster.The strong man raised his axe and without hesitation as if it just like any typical day, the axe fell down and severed off the man's head.Liters of blood spurted out.The men and women who lived around the square casually looked at the scene. No one reacted to such sight.Yan Mo, a doctor, was accustomed to blood, yet he almost cried out when he saw this scene.The succeeding events made Yan Mo keep silent without uttering a single word. He even held in his breath.After the brawny man smashed the head of the comatose man, the body fell on the ground next to the stump; the dead man was then dismembered with the axe. His body was cut open before the brawny man yanked out the unwanted entrails.Lastly, the dead man was cut into several pieces of meat which were divided onto three wooden basins that were then taken away by different men and women. The intestines and other internal organs that were inedible were carried in a woven basin by the brawny man and thrown to those carnivores animals that were still alive.Yan Mo resisted the urge to vomit. He felt that his neck was particularly painful, and even his head ached. The pain was almost unbearable. Apparently, Yan Mo's eyes made the brawny man extremely unhappy. When the man walked pass him, the former deliberately kicked the latter's injured leg. "Ah!" Yan Mo screamed. The flies and mosquitoes that landed on him flew up because of his movement; however, they did no fly away.The brawny man was unsympathetic to Yan Mo's pain, and he unconcernedly walked out of the straw shed.Outside, there were shouts from the brawny man. It seems that he was drinking with some of the tribesmen.Gradually, Yan Mo could no longer make sense of anything from the outside world, and he fainted again.Yan Mo had a dream. He dreamt he was standing near the fire. The dream was long and vivid, and he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or an event that occurred in the past. But he knew that it definitely wasn't something that happened in his past life; rather, it should be the memory of this young man's body whose brain he possessed. It is an uncomfortable process to integrate the memory of another person. Perhaps Yan Mo should be grateful that the original owner wasn't old enough and his memory was only fourteen short years. If Yan Mo got an old man's body, there will be an even greater amount of memories. Foreign memory may cause his brain to collapse. Even if it doesn't collapse, it will greatly affect his originally mature personality and way of thinking.The integration of memories was very useful; at least it allowed him to have a general understanding of his current environment. The most rewarding outcome was that he can understand the language of nearby tribes. As long as he can understand them then finding a way out was only a matter of time.Unfortunately, the teenager didn't know much.In the newly acquired memory, the boy's name is Hei Jiao not the cunning, but a kind of auspicious animal that predicts the harvest of grains. It is said that as long as the animal named Lobed Dreamer Fish appears, wherever it is, a great harvest will come.Hei Jiao was born in a tribe call the Salt Mountain tribe. Hearing the name of the tribe, Yan Mo knew that the tribe's place of residence was likely to be in a place where they produce salt.Because the tribe has a salt cave, its trading wasn't bad in comparison to other tribes. Basically, the tribe didn't go hungry but since salt cave yields an important commodity, they were targeted by many tribes. They defended the salt cave several times and lost to another powerful tribe just five days ago which led him to flee with the rest of the tribe.Hei Jiao was bitten by a wild beast when the tribe was moving and was looking for a new place to settle. He was abandoned by the tribesmen because when he had a fever. His parents and brothers were among those people.However, this kind of abandonment is not criticized in this society. In fact, it was good that his people did not take him as nourishment and left him instead.The locals here were poor and their customs were also rampant. Within the scope of Hei Jiao's memories, it seems that there were several tribes in the vicinity which have the cannibalistic practice. Some powerful tribes will even attack other weak tribes in the winter when there is food shortage. Most people who were captured will be made into bacon, and only a few members of the tribe will be left as slaves.In addition to the tribes, there are also cities where the extremely large tribes are amalgamated together. They are divided into upper, middle, and lower class, but this teenager only heard of them. He personally never been to these cities. It seems that the lad has never stepped out of his own tribe.After incorporating these memories, Yan Mo stared silently at the straw roof for a long time.A large hand flicked the flying fly, and suddenly grabbed his hair.Yan Mo's expression immediately changed from looking all stiff to a pleasing one even after his scalp was pulled and the skin beneath throbbed."So you are not yet dead?" The fierce man face was astonished.He glanced at the teenager's right leg. The wound there looked more and more hideous; worms had already covered half of the leg, pus and blood were mixed, and the exposed skin was bitten by mosquitoes. Rotten stench mixed with urine smell; no one here will feed the dying their reserve grain just as no one will help clean him up.Yes, this life was awful. Yan Mo was also very surprised. He roughly figured it out. It took about two days from that day to the present. If an average person sustained such heavy injury, an infection will manifest. In the absence of medical treatment, he is 100 percent heading for the dead man's chopping board. Even if he was saved, he still has to amputate his injured leg.Nevertheless, when he woke up again, he noticed his own wound. The purulent discharge was very serious, but the layer of pus was removed from the surface. The flesh inside was still fresh, and there was no decay. The circulation in the legs flowed normally. Although the edges were a bit black, but the wound itself was not serious. As long as it can be properly treated and rehabilitated, there is a positive chance for recovery.On the other hand, since the wound was always in a fresh state, he constantly felt pain that can't be ignored even in his sleep.But these words could not be said to the fierce man. He can only express his gratitude with a sincere face. "Thank you for saving…" the words have yet to be finished yet the fierce man had already grabbed him by his hair and pulled him out of the straw shed.Yan Mo felt pain being dragged like that, but he was unable to resist. In fact, he didn't dare to resist."No… don't… kill me… I beg you!"He rhetorically shouted and stammered; He can now understand tribesmen language but to speak fluently himself will require time. He needed to practice.The fierce man stopped, threw him on the ground, and stepped on his chest with one foot; one hand was placed on his thigh as he bent over. "I didn't see you yesterday. The fat dog said you would be slaughtered this afternoon. I was going to save your heart before the fat dog starts chopping you to prevent waste. I didn't expect you to still be alive.""I… I can… do a lot… things, beg you… don't kill me, I…""What can you do?" The man stretched his foot and looked at the other's shrunken child root (penis)—his only straw belt and pocket were also pulled down."Your right leg is already rotten. If you want to live, you must cut it off. To have a slave with a missing leg..? I would rather have a 40 year old wife. The sunlight is not the same as the fire. She will be able to do things you can't."Yan Mo hated doing this with his whole heart but he still pleaded with his mouth: "Don't… cut off, I understand… herbal medicine, I will… treat myself, I will… get better, I beg you…""Do you know herbal medicine?" The words and the appearance express disbelief."Really, I know it!""Which tribe are you from?""Salt Mountain" Yan Mo licked his lips, his throat felt very dry, and it felt more terrible than hunger. But fortunately, he hadn't eaten in days, otherwise he would not only sleep in his own urine, but also stay in his own feces."I know the Salt Mountain priest as well as all of his disciples. You are not one of them." The man sneered."I really understand!" Yan Mo pushed the rest of his body and hugged the man's thigh, pleading: "Give me… seven days… I can… make the wound… get better; if not, you… can cut it, all right!""Do you want me to take care of you for seven days? Do you not know winter is coming? If you lie, I have to waste seven days of food on you. More than that, I will have to take you out to find the herbs", the man was obviously unwilling."I will… repay you! I swear! When I am fine… I can do a lot of things…"The man grabbed his hair again.The child's face was dirty, but the face was not pale as before. Can he really support himself after being taken care of for a few days?The man was hesitant. He only has one slave quota and since he gave it to this kid, he cannot have another slave before he climbs to the 3rd rank warrior. If there is a tribe selling better looking and healthier men and women, he will eat a big loss; although he did not exchange goods for this kid, but he is injured, before he got it the latter was already hurt like this. In the coming months, it will not be able to do even the most menial work.But what if no one sells slaves in the future? The tribe does not seem to be on the path of war, and if there is no war then naturally there won't be any slave who does not require money. He always wanted a slave that belongs to him for a long time. The appearance of this kid suits his appetite (*_°), he just needs to put a little meat on those bones…1] Joell55: Homo Privitus have sexual needs tooYan Mo was also desperately searching for a chance to live. While the man was thinking, he limped around the straw shed over and over again.There are indeed some weedy plants on the ground and under the wall, but he didn't know most of them! He didn't know if he'll recognize the plants that he sees.Here… the first day he came here, Yan Mo was skeptical, but because he saw few creatures such as flies and mosquitoes, and the likes of it, he grew even more suspicious. He was doubtful; still, he tried to think in a good direction.But at the moment, he still couldn't find the herb that he was familiar with, which was too strange. Herbal medicine… basically, as long as they grow from the ground, they will have a certain medicinal value. Yan Mo has been studying herbs for several years; he didn't dare to say that all recorded herbs were recognized by him, but he can still recognize the generally used and relatively special ones.Is this not the same Earth he knew?There's a lot more—what is that?In the back of the straw shed, a wild grass plant was exposed.Finally, he saw an herb matching with the ones in his own memory! The more Yan Mo sees the wild grass, the more it looks like the herb in his memory.The man looked at Yan Mo and was about to tell the latter his decision.Yan Mo had already called out: "Look there, that big plant!""What?" The man's gaze looked in the direction Yan Mo's finger was pointing at."Yes, it is a kind of herbal medicine that can eliminate inflammation, stop hemorrhage, and reduce fever. Can you take me to look at it? If it is then I can use it now."Yan Mo said this sentence while stuttering, but looking at the fierce man's expression, it appeared that he understood.When Yan Mo pointed at the wild grass and shouted it can be used for bleeding, many men and women who were working on either sides of the square looked in the direction he pointed.The man lifted Yan Mo and pulled him behind the straw shed."You mean this?" the man threw Yan Mo on the ground again.Yan Mo, who was tortured by the pain of his broken bones, took a sharp breath of cold air and bit his teeth tightly to prevent himself from fainting again.While he held up his upper body, he dragged his legs closer to the weeds.The edge of the leaf is tooth-shaped while the tip was pointed like a needle. It has a white silky and fine hair; and the stems and leaves are alternating…Yes, this is the Cirsium plant.Behind the shed, there were more than one plant, and the scattered ones grew small parts.Yan Mo reached out and touched the blades of the Cirsium plant and let out a long breath. He was worried this place is a real desert area. Even if the place where people live was sandy, it was okay, the plants still grew indicating that the soil and water here are not really bad to the point of it being only sand."Knife, fire, pot, and clean water; I want to deal with… a little… wound." Yan Mo stared at his right palm and his eyes froze.— Identifying a type of herb, the scum value is reduced by -1. The total scum value is 99999999 pointsThe book-shaped light that appeared at the center of his palm has recorded this sentence for five seconds, and then closed up, showing a line of cursive characters on the cover. The Guide to Banishment!The man didn't really believe the teenager. Their tribe also has priests, but they have never told them that weeds of this shape are useful. On the contrary, because the weeds are toothy and the leaves are sharp, they are all classified as thorns. Generally, slaves are the ones who remove weeds and cut the shrubs in the tribe.However, the expression on the teenager's face seemed genuine. He didn't seem to be telling a lie.He could just let him try this weed. If it is useful then the tribe could benefit. On the other hand, if it is useless, then it would be his failure."I will give you this opportunity, but you will only have this one opportunity. If you dare to lie to me, then I will treat you as a living meat and cut pieces of the flesh on your body every single day until you cease to breathe." The man slowly enunciated.Yan Mo quickly retrieved his gaze on his right hand. He bet those words weren't meant for simple intimidation. This person meant it and he will definitely do it.Unconsciously clenching his right hand, the teenager raised his head and plastered a grateful and flattering smile. "I swear I am telling the truth. Can Master give me a drink first?"