章節 61: Chapter 61 Treating the old orc
The clan leader also came over and said to Ji Mo with a smile, "Are you here? Come and see if these stone pots can boil salt?"
Ji Mo followed the clan leader. When he walked over, he saw rows of stone pots piled there. There seemed to be thousands of them. Ji Mo had to admire the efficiency of these orcs. They were able to dig out so many in just a few days.
Ji Mo picked up one and looked at it. It was relatively thick, but it was also thick so that it could be used and would not crack easily. These pots were very big. Although they were not as big as those in rural households, they were still better than ordinary pots. The pots used in urban households are big.
Ji Mo thought for a while and said to the clan leader, "These stone pots can be used. Anyway, I have told everyone how to boil salt. This is the easiest method for now. Let them all cook it by themselves."
Ji Mo Putting the stone pot down, he picked up the one next to him and looked at it. Although it was bigger and smaller, it was not too different.
The clan leader followed Ji Mo, rubbed his hands and asked, "Ji Mo, if this salt is boiled, how will we preserve the food?"
Ji Mo smiled, "There is not much time left in the rainy season. This period We have more time to hunt more prey. In fact, when it comes to preserving food, it only needs to be preserved for a few months. When the cold season comes, the food will not spoil anymore, so it needs to be salted, and a lot of salt will be needed. "
The patriarch observed Ji Mo's expression carefully, then looked at Qianhuang, who nodded, "She won't lie to everyone with this kind of thing."
Ji Mo looked at Qianhuang in surprise, this guy trusted her so much. ?
"Ji Mo, you said you wanted to make pottery bowls and cups, but we still can't make those things here." The patriarch took Ji Mo and took her to the kiln, pointing to a pile of dirt on the ground and saying, "Look, these will break as soon as you put them in."
Ji Mo picked up the two fragments and looked at them. She frowned. The soil didn't seem to be sticky enough. She stood up and looked inside the kiln again. The fire light It's big, but it seems to heat unevenly.
Ji Mo wasn't particularly sure. It seemed she had to go back and check Baidu, so she said to the patriarch, "You can make those big pottery pots first. As for the pottery bowls, I'll tell you when I think of a way."
The patriarch nodded . . Ji Mo's eyes suddenly fell on the old people next to the kiln. They actually didn't look very good. Some of their hair wasn't even white. They looked like they were in their forties or fifties, but there was no sparkle in their eyes and their movements were slow. , with a numb expression.
Ji Mo tugged on Qianhuang's arm and asked in a low voice, "Are these old orcs from the tribe? But they don't look old. Why do they feel so lifeless?"
Qianhuang looked at the orcs and said in a low voice. , "Some of them have lost their cubs, some have lost their partners, and they are actually very tired of life. In addition, they stay in the cave all year round, so they..."
Qianhuang just said this, and someone over there was talking. The old man holding the clay pot suddenly coughed violently, and the sound was so loud that it seemed to shake his entire abdominal cavity.
Qianhuang hurriedly walked over and said, "Uncle Dafeng, if you are not in good health, please don't come out. You are not missing here."
This was an older man, older than the others. He looked like he was six years old. He is seventy years old, his face is pale, his lips are also white, and he looks like someone who has been sick all year round.
He shook his head at Qianhuang, and then smiled kindly at Ji Mo. Before the smile faded, he coughed violently again.
While Qianhuang helped him, he took off the bamboo cup from his waist and fed the old man several sips of water. Then he looked at Ji Mo.
"Show Uncle Dafeng, can your medicines save him?"
As soon as Ji Mo heard the old man coughing, he actually had a guess in his mind, but he wasn't sure yet, so he knelt down and took his pulse. She is actually a dabbler and has never gone to a formal medical school. She just studied with an old Chinese medicine doctor for a period of time and learned how to feel the pulse and identify herbs. Mix some simple medicines, no matter how complicated they are, she won't be able to do anything.
After giving the old orc a pulse, Ji Mo sighed inwardly. It was exactly what she thought. It was tuberculosis, a disease that could not be cured in ancient times, let alone this even more backward orc continent.
Seeing Ji Mo's expression, the old man held her hand and smiled at her, "Are you Ji Mo? I'm really happy to see you."
Ji Mo's eyes were a little helpless, and he patted her. The old orc's hands were covered with calluses, "Don't worry, I will try my best to help you. In fact, this disease..."
"Hey, it's okay. I have lived for almost two hundred years. I have lived long enough, but now I can help the tribe. I'll be happy if I can do something here. It's okay, little female. You must be the person sent by the beast god to protect the tribe. I also believe that no one will starve to death in this cold season. "
The old man . His eyes flashed with deep sadness, and then he started coughing violently. Ji Mo helped him carry it along his back. With her little knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, there was definitely nothing she could do. She would just go back and search Baidu.
Qianhuang finally gave the bamboo cup to Uncle Dafeng, and Ji Mo warned, "Uncle Dafeng, from now on, when you drink water, boil it in a clay pot and drink it. Remember to wait for the water to bubble before you drink it. Put it into this bamboo cup and let it cool down.
You must not drink cold water again." Uncle Da Feng said with a smile, "Go and do your work."
The three of them walked around the kiln again. In the circle, Ji Mo asked, "Chief, where do you dig the mud for making pottery? Can you take me to see it?"
"It's by the river behind the tribe. Let Qianhuang take you there. "
Qianhuang and Ji Mo walked by the river, "Is it this river?" Ji Mo looked at the fine sand and thought it was impossible. It is impossible to make pottery from this kind of mud.
"It's not this river. Our tribe has two other rivers across it. The other one is bigger than this one. It's behind this cliff. I'll take you there." He said without warning and hugged Ji Mo's waist. Then it flew directly into the air.
Ji Mo screamed in surprise, and then hugged Qianhuang's neck tightly, "I'm going, can't you say a word when you fly?"
Qianhuang lowered his head, and there was a hint of smile hidden in Shen Rui's golden eyes. He said, "It seems you don't like me flying with you in my arms like this. Why don't you wrap it up with your tail?"
Seeing that Qianhuang's tail had really grown, Ji Mo was so frightened that he immediately hugged his neck tightly, "No, I'm happy to, just hold him, hold him, and don't wrap his tail around me." , I will be played to death by you."
Qianhuang Qingyue's laughter reached her ears, and Ji Mo was shocked. She raised her head and could only see Qianhuang's stubbled chin and the corners of his mouth. That very shallow arc.
Little stars immediately appeared in Ji Mo's eyes. Sure enough, a handsome guy looks good when he smiles, especially a handsome guy like an iceberg. When he smiles, his heart beats like a deer!
Ji Mo's fingers subconsciously rubbed Qianhuang's stubble-covered chin, "It's time for you to shave. You have to do it every day from now on, otherwise it will affect your appearance too much."
Qianhuang thought about how Ji Mo had shaved off Qianhuang's beard while he was sleeping. He was still a little annoyed about the cutting, but when he heard that she was blatantly saying that she wanted to shave him, his face naturally darkened.
"Don't cut it."
Ji Mo had an obsessive-compulsive disorder at this time, and he suddenly became more evil. He shouted at Qianhuang, "That's not up to you. It must be cut off, otherwise it will be ugly." As soon
as Qianhuang's arm fell to the ground, As soon as she let go, she was standing three steps away from Ji Mo. Because Ji Mo suddenly lost her focus, she fell straight down. However, what was even more tragic was that the place where she fell was exactly the river. On the other side, her legs sank directly into the mud.
"Ah! Help!" Ji Mo shouted. She thought she had fallen into the swamp. The mud stuck to her body and she couldn't move at all.
Qianhuang stood aside with his arms folded and looked at Ji Mo playfully, "What? What do you think of the mud?"
"What about your sister? Qianhuang, why are you hurting me again? How bad are you? , so he has so much bad taste?" Ji Mo cursed angrily. She didn't know how she could offend him again and take revenge on her like this.
Qianhuang walked a few steps towards Ji Mo and asked in a low voice, "Is Uncle Da Feng's condition serious?"
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