"Hey, can such a fat goose have an egg a day?" Walking on the neat street, Si Wenming, wearing a coarse cloth, was like a farmer's uncle. He fucked the fat goose that was swaying over the roadside and touched its butt with force.

"Yes, all the animals in our tribe are strong." An old man smiled so hard that his face was full of folds. He caressed that the fat goose feathers on Si Wenming's hand: "They can lay an egg every day, and the dolls will become strong after eating it."

Si Wenming left the fat goose and walked side by side with several old men, laughing and talking nonsense while walking.

From how many people there are in the tribe, how many strong men and children there are, how many new dolls were born last year, how many babies were unable to survive the disaster, how many acres of land the tribe has opened, how much more grain can be harvested this year, etc. A tribe has many daily affairs, and Si Wenming and the elderly can always talk together.

Gradually, Ji Hao was also fascinated by the hearing.

Although Si Wenming was chatting with the elderly, some new things would pop up from time to time in his words.

For example, how to make fewer weeds in the fields, how to make more seeds germinate, how to make poultry grow fatter, how to avoid the epidemics of certain livestock, how to weave stronger and more practical fishing nets, how to create some more convenient agricultural tools, etc.

Si Wenming even spit out a few ready-made prescriptions for the elderly, some of which help mothers treat qi and blood deficiency, some of which dispel parasites in their bodies, and some of which treat children's crying and cramps at night. Several old people were as if they had a treasure and hurriedly kept the prescriptions that Si Wenming said in their hearts.

Ji Hao also noticed that an old man had spread his legs and ran towards the largest wooden house in the middle of the tribe as fast as possible.

According to the rules of the Southern Wilderness, the largest wooden house in the middle of the tribe is the residence of the Wu Ji and the elders, the highest-ranking Wu Ji and the elders. It seems that Si Wenming has attracted the attention of this tribe and must be received by Wu Ji and the elders in person according to the treatment of the VIPs.

Soon, more than a dozen witch monks and elders came up along the street and greeted Si Wenming enthusiastically.

Ji Hao looked at these gray-haired old men very seriously. Unlike the witch priests of the Southern Wilderness tribe, these old men had neat clothes, more dignified and gentle appearance, and their aura was more gentle and leisurely.

Even the witch power emitted by them was very different from the witch sacrifices of the Southern Wilderness tribe.

The Nanhuang Wushen is better at communicating with ghosts and gods in the mountains and forests. He can control all kinds of ghosts, monsters, poisonous insects and beasts, so his aura is fierce and cruel. Some old Wushen are infected by all kinds of evil auras, and they are born like evil spirits, which is enough to scare children to cry.

However, the witch sacrifices and elders on the land of Central Land have cleaner witches. Their power is closer to the original fluctuations of various heaven and earth vitality. The witch magic and magic powers they are good at are obviously not the same as those of the Southern Wilderness.

Accompanying these witch festivals and elders, were the most powerful warriors in the tribe. Ji Hao also subconsciously compared them with those whom he was familiar with. The warriors in these tribes were more gentle and generous. Although there were also powerful witches, they did not have the aggressive and sharp edge of the warriors of the Southern Wilderness tribes.

"The difference between the savage tribe and the farming civilization is here." Ji Hao observed carefully for a long time, shook his head and giggled and laughed secretly.

Si Wenming has a heart-warming affinity. He and these elders Wu Ji became old friends in just a few words, and everyone laughed and laughed. The people in this tribe have already treated Ji Hao and the other three as their best friends.

Just as the elders of the tribe enthusiastically invited Ji Hao and the other two to enjoy the banquet, a large number of noise suddenly came from afar. Accompanied by the rapid footsteps, dozens of strong men rushed over in a mess, carrying a few men covered in blood and with blue-black skin.

Along the way, a big man shouted in panic: "Help, help me, help me, brothers Tieshan were bitten by poisonous water snakes, and they were almost exhausted. I said a few days ago that a group of poisonous snakes emerged from somewhere in the river, and you don't believe it."

A group of big men ran like the wind. Soon they carried a few big men bitten by poisonous snakes and ran over.

The injured man was still wearing a large basket of bamboo strips hanging around his waist, and there were live fish jumping inside. It was obvious that these injured were accidentally bitten by a poisonous snake while fishing by the river.

Moreover, these poisonous snakes are quite large in size. The bitten fang marks are as thick as adults' fingers, and black plasma is constantly emitting out.

"Hurry, help me, great elder, great witch, help me," a group of big men shouted in a verbal voice. They looked at the old witch with huge pockets of animal skin hanging around their waists.

Several old witches hurriedly surrounded the wounded. After some inspection, they shook their heads with an ugly expression.

"The poisonousness is too strong, and it has penetrated into the internal organs, so there is no time to treat it," said the oldest witch, bitterly: "Let's find a way to destroy those poisonous snakes. This poisonousness is too strong, and there is no time to treat it."

Ji Hao pulled away the two big men in front of him and squatted in front of the injured. His fingers were stained with some black plasma flowing out of the wounded, and gently pointed it on the tip of his tongue amid the horrified screams of several old witches.

The tip of the tongue suddenly became cold, and then a strong sense of paralysis surged up.

"Fortunately, I can save you if you are not dead." Ji Hao took out three herbs from the sack on his waist with a calm expression, stuffed them into his mouth and chewed them.

An old witch snorted and exclaimed: "These are all highly poisonous herbs... Spider blood grass, blue-edged flower rotten heart grass, baby, are you afraid of your life?"

Ji Hao quickly chewed the grass leaves into pieces, then spit out the black saliva in big mouthfuls, spitting the mixture of saliva and grass juice on the wounds of several injured people. With the hissing sound, the highly toxic grass juice penetrated into the wound like a living thing. Soon the black plasma gushed out of the wound turned dark red and quickly turned into bright red. Obviously, the poison in the blood had been dissolved.

"Very venomous herbs can save people." Ji Hao looked at the stunned old witch Ji and said calmly: "Well, you probably don't deal with poisonous insects and venomous snakes on weekdays. In my hometown, which tribe doesn't have to be bitten by poisonous insects and venomous snakes every year? Although this snake venom is fierce, the more violent the snake venom, the easier it is to solve it."

Si Wenming stood aside, smiled gently, and nodded to Ji Hao in praise.

Ji Hao smiled and looked at Si Wenming, and said to the stunned Wu Ji: "Well, please remember it. I will tell you some special emergency detoxification methods."

The elder of the Wu Ji and ordinary tribe of this tribe were full of gratitude when they looked at Ji Hao.

What Ji Hao promised to tell them was the knowledge to save snake venom, and knowledge, in this wild world, is the life of the tribe.

The elder of the tribe laughed excitedly: "We are here in the tribe. Children, take out all the good things that we hide on weekdays and don't want to eat. Today we will treat the VIP well."

Cheers surged around, and everyone was smiling. To be continued.

ps: This is what our ancestors of mortals are.

The leaders and tribesmen are all the same farming and daily life. Well, the first few paragraphs are written with a refreshing and pleasant feeling.
Chapter completed!