Chapter 7: About to think: Its a tragic word. (1/2)

”Da Ren!” Yan Mo called Yuan Zhan who was walking to go out.

Yuan Zhan turned back.

”Are you going without having breakfast?” Actually, he was the one who was hungry.

Yuan Zhan, ”Go to the prey on the road.” It means that there is no prey and no food.

Dear master, aren't you too useless? It's so pitiful that there is no stock for the family to have breakfast!

Yan Mo hid his contempt and smiled. ”Yuan Da Ren, I sincerely suggest that you can take some big scorpion leaves from the shed behind the square when you go. If you get injured on the road, you can chew it and put it on the wound to stop bleeding. . ”

” I know. ”

”Da Ren! ”

Yuan Zhan, impatiently turned back,” What else do you want? ”

”In addition to those leaves, I can tell yousome common herbs, when you are the road if you see them you can always adopt, If you can pick them up, I can still process them for later use.”

Yuan Zhan's narrow and fierce eyes showed obvious ridicule. ”Alternative food? Do you need it?”

Yan Mo's face was punctured. The shy smile gone back to the mind.

Yuan Zhan suddenly turned around and walked over to Yan Mo. He squeezed a boy's face with strength. ”Well, do you need for the herbs?”

Yan Mo mouth twitched and he smiled. ” Yuan Da Ren, then you listen.” Yan Mo said a few of the herbs and insect shapes 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...

Yan Mo stopped to explain and looked at a foggy faced Yuan Zhan and asked: ”can you remember Da Ren?”

Yuan Zhan did not admit that he did not understand, and his face was blank and his face was expressionless: ”Trouble. ”

Yan Mo looked at his his palmwhich did not respond, he know the man opposite got nothing to remember, Yan Mo held back the urgewanting to bash the other side of his head, with his eyes begging, carefully authentic speaking:” Da Ren, I can draw down, can you give me a smooth piece of wood? Give me a few roots or grass roots that are not burned completely in the fire pit.”

Other slaves can do for themselves a lot of things. Why do he keep slaves and do more work? Yuan Zhan but Huslips and stretched out a severe lip line, pointing to the boy's nose. ”You better heal thatwound before the winter arrives. If you don't heal it, I will cut it that leg!”

”... Da Ren”

Yuan Zhan 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.

” Da Ren and the branches in the fire pit...”

Yuan Zhan went out again, came in, and grabbed a few unburned branches and hard grass roots. ”Hurry up, the horns will ring, and those who don't arrive in time will be punished.”

”Yes.” Yan Mo tried to ignore the ugly face of his master and grabbed the carbonized branches of the front half and quickly painted them on the chips.

Wood chips. He doesn't know how Yuan Zhan cut and polished them but the surface is very smooth, there are not many burrs.

Yan Mo recalls several herbs he desperately needs, as well as some common herbs that are painted as much as possible on the wood chips.

He did not learn painting when he was a child, nor did he hadthe talent in this area. After going to college for a summer vacation, he followed a professor who liked to go to Da Shan to do a freelance clinic. He found that a student who seems to be very ordinary in the class can draw the desired herbal shape to helpthe 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 he practice every day without interruption.

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

Yuan Zhan took the painted wood chips and saw the various plants on the top. He couldn't help but raise up his eyebrows. He thought that when this little slave said he was going to paint. He will paint several big round circles on the wood chips and added a few stick, Yuan Zhan didn't expect...

”Is there a bug you need?”

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

”The skill of how to paint also taught by your priests?” The salt priests are this powerful. ? Why can't he remember ever gearing a priest who can draw this precisely?

”Yes.”

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

Yuan Zhan kept his face and did not let the teenager see his surprise and upticks.

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 he let the teenager know that he can worshiped by having this skill the slave may fly, this is absolutely not allowed!

How can he do it, the slave belongs yo him!

Poor Yan Mo, who is fighting geese all the time, was also blinded by the geese today.

However, it is also because of his inertia thinking, he felt that it is very convenient to master the skills on painting, but he does not know how great it is here and there are manywho don't go out to know the locals. He does not know there are shrines on painters. He do not even know that when someone 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 this 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 kn Yuan Zhan's expression.

So... it's time for him to give Yuan Zhan a few years of workable slavery!

Yuan Zhan grabbed the piece of wood and walked out of the tent. When he went out, he carefully and cherished the wooden piece with the animal skin and hung it around his waist.

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

On the first day since Yuan Zhan's departure, Yan Mo didn't go anywhere in the tent. He hurt his leg. It was the best move to not move.

Cao Ting brought him a meal and twice carried him to the valley behind the tent to solve the physiological problems.

Yan Mo took advantage of this natural toilet and had 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 Yuan tribe only need to pay attention to it a little bit, and its like to be convenient here. If one is too lazy, they would just dig a pit in the tent behind the house, and pull it over with the soil. The small solution is very unconcerned, and many people solve it anywhere.

So poor places no wonder they are always accompanied by a variety of stench.

Yan Mo's original body has adapted to this dirty and messy environment, and has become accustomed to various odors. Even Yan Mo is forced to get used to it, even if he is very concerned about the environment and his own health.