MTL - Banished to Another World-Chapter 7 Times 7

"Adult!" Strictly called the original battle to go out.

The original war turned back.

"Do you go without breakfast?" Actually, he is hungry.

The original battle, "Go to the prey on the road and say." The meaning is that there is no prey and no food.

Dear master, are you too useless? It’s so poor that there is no stock for the family to have breakfast!

Strictly concealing his contempt and smirking, "Adult, I sincerely suggest that you can take some big scorpion leaves from the shed behind the square when you go. If you are injured on the road, you can chew it and put it on the wound to stop bleeding. ""

"Got it."

"grown ups!"

The original war turned back impatiently. "What else do you have?"

"In addition to the big cockroach, I can tell you a few common herbs. If you can see them on the road, you can use them at any time. If you can pick them up, I can still process them for later use."

There was a clear ridicule in the narrow and fierce eyes of the original battle. "Alternative? Do you need it?"

Suddenly, his face was shy and smirked.

The original battle suddenly turned around, went to the side of the stern, and squeezed a teenager's face with strength. "Let's say, what kind of herbs do you need?"

Severely hurt and twitched, squinting and smiling: "Adult, then you listen." Strictly said a few of the herbs and insects he needed.

The bones are broken, each side of the big leaf, the leaflets are opposite, the leaves are long with cusps, short stems, shaped like fish bones.

Sambucus, leaves alternate, sessile, leaves obliquely oblong, flowers open into pieces, mostly star-shaped small white flowers, fruit small as eggs, mostly vermilion.

Achyranthes...

Strictly stopped the commentary and looked at the foggy original question: "Adult, have you remembered?"

The original war did not admit that he did not understand, and his face was blank and his face was expressionless: "Trouble."

Strictly watching his palm did not respond, I knew that the opposite person did not remember, and resisted the urge to shoot the other's head. His eyes were pleading and cautiously said: "Adult, I can draw, you can lick a surface Give me a smooth piece of wood? Give me a few more branches or grass roots that are not burned in the fire pit."

Others can save themselves a lot of things, why do they keep slaves and do more? The original battle grabbed the lips and stretched out a severe lip line, pointing to the boy's nose. "You better raise the wound before the winter arrives. If you don't raise it, I will cut it!"

"...Yes, adults."

The original curtain slammed out for a while, and coldly came in and threw him a piece of wood about one foot long, about eight centimeters wide, and about one centimeter thick.

"Adults, and the branches in the fire pit..."

The original battle went out again, came in, and grabbed a few unburned branches and hard grass roots. "Hurry up, the horn of the collection will ring, and those who do not arrive will be punished."

"Yes." Strictly tried to ignore the ugly face of his master, grabbed the carbonized branches of the front half, and quickly painted them on the wood chips.

Wood chips do not know how to cut and polish the original battle, the surface is very smooth, there are not many burrs.

Strictly recalled several herbs he urgently needed, as well as some common herbs, which were painted as much as possible on the wood chips.

He did not learn painting when he was a child, nor did he reveal the talent in this area. After going to college for a summer vacation, I followed a professor who liked to go to the mountains to do a freelance clinic. I found that a student who seems to be very ordinary in the class can draw the desired herbal shape to the local people and can’t help but admire the abnormality. .

In the following years, when he followed a professor's gongs and drums to make money, he became more and more aware that painting was more direct and useful than words in some places. For this reason, he began to study painting at the age of twenty-six. Practice every day without interruption.

Now, after 13 years of tempering, he can't be a painter. It's easy to draw some of the herbal shapes that have long been printed on his mind.

The original battle took over the painted wood chips and saw the various plants like the above. I couldn’t help but pick up the eyebrows. He thought that his little slave said to draw paintings. He painted several big round circles on the wood chips and added a few. Stick, I didn’t expect...

"And bugs?"

"Yes, those bugs can also be used as medicine, and the effect is very good."

"The skill of this painting is also what your priests taught you?" Is the Salt Mountain priest so powerful? Why can't he remember?

"Yes."

Deceived! If the Yanshan priests have the skills of this hand painting, he has long been to the city to be a god, why should he live in a remote tribe to live a precarious life? Even if you can't go to the city, the lower city shrine will be rare.

The original battle remained calm and did not allow the teenager to see his surprise and shock.

The boy is probably still young, and the priests may not have time to tell him how powerful this skill is, so he will never tell the boy this.

If you let the teenager know that his white slave may fly, this is absolutely not allowed!

How can you do it, it is mine to me!

Poor and strict, this day, the geese are also stunned by the geese.

However, it is also because of his inertia thinking that he feels that it is very convenient to master the skills of painting, but he does not realize how great it is, and there are many original battles that do not often go out to know the locals. I don’t know there are shrines and shrines here. I don't even know that he has special skills like this, and he is very popular with the temple.

The most important thing is that he still has a contempt for his young master. He doesn't take him seriously, just wait for the wound to get rid of him. Naturally, he has no thought to study the change of expression in the original war.

So... it’s time for him to give the original battle a few years of slavery!

In the original battle, I grabbed the wood chips and walked out of the tent. When I went out, I was extremely careful and cherished to wrap the wood chips with the animal skin and hung them around my waist.

Inside the tent, he looked at the bright palm and smiled. He painted four plants and two kinds of insects. The guide gave him six points of scum. He can now return to 100 million points by subtracting one point. The integer. Unfortunately, the wood is too small, he can't paint more.

On the first day of the original battle, he did not go anywhere in the tent. He injured his leg. It was the best move.

Caomachi gave him a meal and twice carried him to the valley behind the tent to solve the physiological problems.

Strictly watching this natural toilet, I have to praise the wit of the ancients.

In the place less than 20 meters away from the tent area, there is a natural crack, the crack is not wide, just about a distance, like the long crater in the old toilet.

The men, women and children in the original tribe only want to be a little bit more convenient, and they are too lazy to dig a pit after their tent. The small solution is very unconcerned, and many people solve it anywhere.

So poor places are always accompanied by a variety of stench.

The strict original body has adapted to this dirty and messy environment, and has become accustomed to various stench, and even forced to get used to it, even if he is very concerned about the environment and his own health.

For a tribe who wants to save water and does not wash it in the morning and evening, if you want to get well done, you will have more than enough energy.

This whole day, I didn't lie still there. He turned the pile of **** and wanted to see if there was anything useful in it. As a result, he didn't find it, only caught a bunch of bugs.

The worms are also good things, but some of these worms are as long as he knows, such as the scorpion-shaped polypod, and some of them don't know at all.

He wants to find the earth yuan in these insects. The earth yuan is also known as the bandit. He likes the dark and moist humus soil. He usually grows under the old-fashioned earthen house roots and corners. He is in charge of chills, bruises, and imperfect breasts. Osteopathy continued.

The only females with medical effects are the females, the males have wings, and the females have no wings. However, it is hard to say whether the males really have no medical effects, because the males are not only less, but once they become worms, they will grow like wings and fly out. They are very flexible, not easy to catch, and they will die after delivery/matching.

Strictly watching a lot of bugs sigh, if the second article of the guide can be used now, he can identify whether these bugs are useful to him one by one, but he wants the guide to help him identify the creature, he must subtract his scum value One hundred points, plus a point after 100 million, is to subtract a total of 1o1 points.

Did not find what he was looking for in the tent, and he was not discouraged. He asked Caocho to ask a lot, except for the things he needs to pay attention to in this tribe, as well as the nearby water and soil and biological characteristics.

At the same time, he did not forget to teach the knowledge of Caomachi medical treatment, and told her to go to the shed behind the fresh big loquat leaves to give him a dressing change, for which he reduced the value of scum.

On the second day of the original battle, I stared at my wound for a long time while changing the medicine.

Caomachi changed his medicine and re-attached the fixed wooden stick, and suddenly sighed.

Looking up at her, "Sister, what's the matter?"

Kusama took a straw rope and shook his head: "The big river may not be able to do it."

"Isn't the priest adult already helping him to heal?" Yan Mo thought that this big river would not only increase the value of scum, but also hurt him to take a fire every night. He has no good feelings. It is not bad to curse him to die early. Naturally, he would not want to take the initiative to help him. This is why he has never mentioned the big river with Caomachi. Although he knows that he can help the person, he will definitely be reduced. Slag value.

Yes, he is angry, what? Anyway, he is a scum.

Caomachi sighed again. "There are not many herbs. The big rivers are wounded like this. If you can't do it any more, the priests will waste valuable drugs on him. The last time the priests used to cut off. His broken arm was burned to him to stop the blood. The abdomen had no way to go, and the priest wiped him with water, but it was not very useful."

"Shen Di water?"

"Ah, that is the baby passed down from generation to generation by the tribe priests. Everyone calls it the gods. Not only can it treat a lot of injuries, but it can also make the turbid water clean. With it, the fur will be particularly soft and beautiful. ”

Strictly in my heart, "Is that kind of godland as if it were a transparent crystal?"

"I haven't seen it before, I only heard that the priest took it out when it was a sparkling powder."

The effect is very similar to that of alum. Is there a mine in the vicinity? Or is the priest here occasionally getting some?

However, using alum powder to stop bleeding, this usage is not correct, but it will directly damage brain cells, burns, vomiting, diarrhea, collapse, and even death.

Suddenly thought of a point, and quickly asked: "Do you use this kind of water in the family?"

Caomachi laughed. "You want to be beautiful, there are so many gods for you to use. Only when there is a lack of water in summer, you have to use the drowning water in the grassy beach, the priests will use the earth to clean the water. But that kind of The clean water is only available to the chiefs, the priests, and the elders, and even the third-level fighters won't get much, let alone slaves."

Fortunately! Severely gasping. If the godland is really clear, although this thing can sink the water, the aluminum contained in it is very harmful to the human body. For example, long-term use of alum-purified water can cause anemia, osteoporosis and brain atrophy.

"Will the priests here become demented when they are old, do not remember anything?" Yan Modu asked.

Caomachi was surprised. "How do you know? I have occasionally heard the adults talk about it, saying that the priests in the tribe will transfer their knowledge and experience to the new priest when they reach the age, and the old priest will complete the attachment. God, the soul disappeared, leaving only a walking dead, nothing to remember, nothing, not even eating."

It is not the symptoms of Alzheimer's disease caused by brain atrophy. The priests here are also clever and unable to explain their own symptoms. They have compiled such an episode that not only does not reduce their prestige, but it is even more deified.

"Little silence."

"Ok?"

Caomachi hesitated: "Can I tell others about the big loquat leaf to stop bleeding?"

"Of course." I hope you tell others, "In addition to stopping bleeding, it can also clear away heat and detoxify, treat swelling and hemorrhoids. Oh, it can also be eaten as wild vegetables."

"What? Can it still eat?"

Nodded harshly.

Caomachi is ecstatic, but sad. "But the big **** behind the shed is about to light me."

"You can look elsewhere, hillsides, grasslands, wasteland, even if the roadside is likely to grow, the more likely it is to be near the water source, this thing is not unusual, as long as one is found, you can find another."

"Too good. Xiaomo, then can I go with the cinnamon soil to pick up the big cockroaches?" Caomachi explained, "Cinnamon is the wife of Dahe adults."

It is not surprising that the name of the wife of Caohe directly calls Dahe. The memory of the juvenile tells him that the status of the woman here is not high, only a little better than the slave, and the food distribution of the tribe can be obtained. The children they gave birth to are more precious than the children of the female slaves. If the female slaves have children with their masters, their sons are regarded as descendants of the tribes, and can obtain tribal food distribution, but once there is a lack of food, the slaves The distribution is the least, so they are also the first to stop dying.

If it is a child born to slaves and slaves, it is still a slave.

"I taught you, as long as I didn't say it, you can teach others at will."

Kushiro moved, "Little, you are so good."

Strictly revealing a thick smile that I am a good person.

"So, is there a way for you to let the big rivers go a little easier?"

"Do you want me to help the adults of the river?" There was no surprise.

Caomachi nodded and shook his head. He said: "You don't have pressure. Even the priests are not cured. The cinnamon soil has already died. I just want to let the big rivers not be so painful in the last few days. Can you do that? I have heard that some priests can let the injured patient stay asleep and sleep until they die. I will sneak away from you and will not let the priests know."

Strictly do not want to go, there are three reasons.

First, it is difficult for a clever woman to have no rice. What kind of surgical tools and drugs are not available, it is impossible to cure the injury of the big river with a few big cockroaches, and the current situation of the big river is likely to have complications due to infection, so serious. The situation, even if you return to where he came, may not be able to save people back.

Second, if he goes, he can't cure the big river. Maybe the **** transformation guide will give him another note.

Third, even if he heals the river, maybe he can reduce some of the scum, but it may also attract the attention of the priest of the tribe.

However, he did not dare to refuse. He was afraid that he could not say anything about it. The reform guide would immediately add him 10 scum in the name of death.

"Their purpose is to make the river go less painful, then I don't have to save him, right?" Yan said in a Chinese language with his right hand.

The guide did not answer him.

Going is also miserable. Not going, it is also miserable. What a terrible word? Slightly sneer in my heart.

Kusho does not know his psychological activities, seeing him not snoring, guessing that he may be afraid of causing trouble, touching his head and saying: "If you can do it, I think the clay will give you some meat to pay."

"...Go, why not?" Isn't it a euthanasia? He hasn't done it yet.