Chapter 9: Times 9

It is said that wisdom is determined by how much the cerebral cortex is back and the size of the brain. On the third morning of the original battle, the wooden needles, bone needles, several knives and obviously refined yellow and white sent by the cinnamon soil are strictly observed. Salt, I really want to cut the heads of local indigenous people and have a look.
He believes that he does not have a small ancient people. What the ancients lack than the modern people is only the accumulation of knowledge. The wisdom is no worse than the modern people. On the contrary, the advantage of modern people is only to stand on the accumulation of human history for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, in order to divergent thinking and think about things that ancient people can't think of.
Nowadays, the things sent by the cinnamon soil make him suddenly think of the ideas of the ancients. At least their ability and understanding ability is two or three higher than he expected.
About to see the sudden surprise, the cinnamon soil smiled a little, explaining: "The shape of the needle you said, I used to think about it before. I always thought if there is something that can pass through. Fur, let me put a fur into a cylinder, and then put a leather rope in the opening, you can let the river, and when I go out, bring more things. Because things are hanging on the waist, accidentally will fall.

Strictly awkward.
"I used to think of grinding a gap in the back of the spur so that the leather rope can be passed through the fur, but the leather rope is too thick. It is better to use a stone cone to make a hole, and then use a leather cord to pass through the hole. I didn't expect people's hair and stables to be used as ropes, but these two things are not strong..."

There is no twine and silk, and they are only used instead. There is a chance to teach you to make a gut, which is better for sewing on people than hair and stables.

The brown soil nodded and silently remembered what was said by the silence. "Can you see if this can be used? Can't I go and get it again. Those salt... The salt of our three families is added up, and it is cooked repeatedly with water. I don't know enough, but this is all we have, salt is too hard to get."
"Enough, there should be a lot of surplus after this amount has been used."
I heard that the salt can be left, and the brown soil has obviously brought some joy to her face. It doesn't matter if she owns her own house. There is no salt to eat without salt. But Dashan and the great eagle, if there is the remaining salt for them to use the next salt, it is naturally the best.
Strictly watching the six bone needles and six wooden needles placed on the skin, basically satisfied, this satisfaction is of course based on today's handmade. Cinnamon probably worried that he couldn't understand what he meant. The twelve needles were divided into different lengths and thicknesses. The thinnest one was made with fishbone, and the size was almost the same as the modern needle.
The most exciting is the few knives.
Strictly only the shape of the scalpel and some common medical equipment was drawn. I didn't expect the cinnamon soil to provide him with this. I didn't expect the other to grind a few plausible stone knives according to the size and shape of the knives he painted.
Cinnamon is still apologetic. "Small silence, I can't help it, time is too fast. I, Caomachi and Osmanthus have not made what you want, the scorpion, clip, pliers you said." It looks simple, but it doesn't have the effect you said."
"It doesn't matter, there are those who can barely do it."
Caomachi came in from the curtain, and whispered: "Dashan and my master have found a suitable place. My master asked me to come over and ask, can you send the big river to the past?"
"First send all the things you need."
Kusao A: "It has been smuggled, and now it is only sent to people."
"Let's go."
Kusama heard the words immediately, and took up the sternness.
The cinnamon soil asked nervously about what it was necessary to bring.
Strictly let her take the things she sent, and let her take the few peeled wood branches he prepared at the door.
In order to be unobtrusive, the cinnamon soil took things first and went back to their tents. She and the river would wait for a while before they set off.
Caomachi has a good curtain and walks in the direction of the natural pit. It is hot, and it doesn't take long to smell a urinary smell.
Crossing the pit and seeing no one left and right, Caomachi walked back to the back of the mountain with a sternness.
There are a few large stones between the natural pit and the tent area. A man wearing a inferior leather skirt and a slave seal on his back poked his head out of one of the stones and took the back of the two people in Caomachi. There is no solution, there is also a little excitement like what secrets are caught.
He didn't know what kind of injury the new slave had suffered. He only saw that Caomachi had put the slave back in his back. He had a good impression on Caomachi. Unfortunately, Caomachi belonged to the original engraver, and she herself was also against other slaves. It is not difficult to make him want to be close to him.
He has already paid attention to Caomachi and the new slave who has not yet been imprinted. Today, he feels that Caomachi is especially sneaky, and he does not know what is going on, the ghost is so bad, when he sees Caomachi back. When the new slave went out, he followed.
Caomachi carrying the new slave did not stop at the pit, but went back to the mountain.
Seeing this, the first thought in his mind is: Caomachi carries her master and intends to join the new slave.
This kind of thing is not uncommon in slaves. Most of the masters don't care, especially those who marry their wives and have female slaves. They don't need female slaves to help them have children. Naturally, they don't care who the slaves go to sleep with. There are also many things to exchange slaves with each other.
But Caomachi is different. Everyone knows that her master is very good to her. I heard that the original engraver even planned to wait for her to have a child in the future, and asked the family to remove her slave to join the original tribe. Get a lot of food to exchange.
Men are more excited! If he was allowed to catch the scene of the two men on the spot, he would have the threat of threatening Caomachi. If Caomachi didn't want to be killed by his master or transferred to other fighters, she would have to sleep with him.
The man is about to keep up, and someone is coming here.
The man immediately retracted back to the boulders.
Come people are cinnamon soil them. The original mountain and the original carving respectively grabbed the two ends of a piece of animal skin, carrying the dying river across the natural crater, and the cinnamon soil caught a package of animal skin, followed by it.
The man once again poked his head, waved his hand to the flies that flew from him, looked at the back of the pedestrian, and his heartbeat gradually accelerated. Did he glimpse something secret?
The words are divided into two, and it is said that Caomachi is carrying a strict head toward the back mountain.
Strictly watching the gravel forest from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, I suddenly understood where the stone supplies from the tribe came.
Looking up, a piece of grassland, there seem to be a lot of people on the grassland, and a little more can see a piece of water, I don't know if it is a river.
"The back of the mountain is the field in the tribe."
"Field?" Suddenly surprised. Where? That grassland? Look at the field that is not like a serious. The most important thing is that people here have already cultivated? Doesn't that mean they have food to eat? But why didn't he find a grain at home?
"Well, some old slaves are planting and guarding. Every year, the harvest is very bad. When harvesting, there will be many birds flying to steal, and they will not be able to catch them. This kind of glutinous rice is also delicious. Earth, planted for a few years, the land that grows it will be sucked dry, become a dry land with no grass. If it is not for the priests and elders to eat, these fields have not been planted." The town does not seem to put those fields in the heart.
Know the reason strictly. Even if he has not planted crops, he also knows some common sense. If the cropland is not fertilized, some fields with poor soil quality will need to rest every other year, otherwise it will cause the loss of field nutrients and eventually become dead fields.
"Can the glutinous rice grown by the slaves be eaten only by the chiefs, priests and elders?"
"Of course. The wife of some third-level fighters can also get some, but the amount is very small, everyone is not enough. In order to be fair, the chieftain does not divide the glutinous rice, even he does not eat it, all left to The priests and the elders."
It seems that the chief here is not the kind of person who cares for everything for selfish desires. In his memory, the patriarch of the Yanshan tribe is not hereditary, but is jointly recommended by the tribe. Usually, the person with the highest military value and the most convincing is the new patriarch, and the original patriarch will abdicify to the elder. I don't know if the original tribe is the same?
During the talk, Caomachi entered the Shilin, and did not know how she recognized the direction. After seven turns and eight turns, she turned to an open space.
The open space is hidden in a high-rise stone pillar, and the secret is also hidden.
The small rocks and gravel weeds in the center of the open space disappeared and were cleaned out of a clean ground about a square.
A corner of the open space was temporarily dug out of a fire pit, and a simple stone platform was set up. There was a stone pot on the stone bench and a tank of water next to the fire pit.
Caomachi put down the rigorously and ignited the water according to the strict instructions.
A few people in the brown soil arrived at the water, the original carving was stern and the expression was quite weird. After placing the river down according to the instructions, he immediately went to the side of the stern, kneeling and pulled his face hard.
"You kid! Not only will you be alive, but you can save others. Yes, you didn't waste the two fat rabbits."
Strictly hold down the face that is hurting, and look directly at the original sculpture without expression.
It is a pity that his honest and honest face can't do the kind of effect he wants. Instead, he provokes the original carving and pulls his face on the other side. He smiles and laughs: "Fuck, don't Look at this adult with this kind of person's eyes, I have to you, the original war guys come back not to fight with me!"
Is the genital person in your only grow genitals? Strictly change his face, and look at the helpless look at the cinnamon soil.
The cinnamon soil came up and slap on the shoulder of the original eagle. "Last night, Caomachi called for one night, and you still didn't do enough! Don't hit the idea of ​​Xiaomo, I am afraid I haven't touched him before."
Strictly twitching, big sister, dare to love me, I can give others casually?
The mountain that looks very loyal is sulking on the side, snoring and screaming: "The big eagle, my mosquito is very hard-working, you either? Use it once, give me two big fists of fresh meat, and the bacon will be made."
Originally carved, he got up and walked through the grassy town that was busy beside the fire pit. He took her and went to Shizhu. He was telling others by action that he had used the ready-made slaves.
Caomachi was stumbled by him, but he refused.
The cinnamon soil took a sip and didn't say anything. For this kind of thing, people here are used to it.
The young warriors are too energetic, and the is also strong. Sometimes they come back hunting for a long time. The women or slaves who can be brought to greet are directly pressed down. No matter whether there are people watching them or not, some people will be more excited when they are seen. .
Soon, after the stone pillar, there was a sound that should never appear on such a serious surgical scene.
Strictly lying on the fur, biting his teeth and reluctantly revealing a big river of smiles that men understand, and then licking the expression naturally, taking over the work of Caomachi, putting the utensils wrapped in the animal skin into the cinnamon soil cooked in boiling water. And holding a piece of wood full-time responsible for driving away the insects and other insects of the mountains, speechless for three minutes.
The life of primitive people is tragic compared to modern people, but at the same time they are simply happy.
Strictly ignorant, perhaps he should be glad that he came to the primitive society, not the feudal ancient society that already had a complete cultural system. The doctor Hua Tuo could be locked into the prison until he died because of a craniotomy proposal. An ordinary person wearing a soul dares to brighten a knife to try?
The feudal society was more feudal in the later period! It may be possible to do surgery in the early days of the ancients. This can be proved by the surgical knives unearthed in Huaguo. Later, even the feudal era of the hair can not be cut off at will, how dare and how willing people Moving a knife on your own? Even if the patient is willing to do so, his family, local government, and rulers will not be willing.
Being tortured into the primitive society for transformation is bad, but it is by no means the worst.
Everything has advantages and disadvantages, and vice versa. Feudal societies that already have a complete cultural system may be more convenient and safer in life than the original society, but with more restrictions.
Although the primitive society is more dangerous, it also hides more opportunities.
Suddenly can't help but think, maybe in addition to playing his own medical skills, he should try to improve his own military value?
Finally, the original carving still remembers that there is something to do, and when the cinnamon soil began to wipe the river, he and Caomachi came back one after another.
This is a very rudimentary operation. Even the hands-on doctors have to sit on the ground and open their stomachs because of their own leg injuries.
The first thing to deal with is the wound in the abdomen of the big river.
Cinnamon rubbed his men over and over again, rubbing the river and feeling that his stomach has never been so clean.
Strictly tell the proportion of cinnamon soil, let the cinnamon soil wipe the wound around the river with salt water.
Strictly let everyone wash their hands as much as possible, and dip them with salt water.
All utensils were boiled and disinfected, and two pieces of homemade wood chips were taken and handed over to the original carvings. "When I wait, I will cut the wounds of the big river adults and remove the carrion. When I ask you, you put these two pieces of wood into it. At the wound, spread the wounds to the sides, without my instructions, you must not let go in the middle, understand?"
The original carvings nodded, "Little things."
Children, don't think too much to open the wound, and you will cry later.
"Caomachi sister, you wash your hands, send me the tools and sweat, and wipe the blood from the big rivers with clean hay."
Caomachi is deeply inhaled, "Yes."
"Dashan adults are responsible for driving away all mosquitoes and flies, and they must not be allowed to approach us."
"Okay, you can rest assured." The original mountain wiped the sweat from the forehead.

The brown soil sister is ready to smash the leaves and smash them all.

Cinnamon is squeaky, holding a big sorghum leaf is like grabbing the life of your husband.
Strictly picking up a bone needle, he can become famous in the medical profession, even surpassing many old Chinese medicine and surgical experts who are called saints, except that he has learned the skills of Chinese and Western medicine quite solidly, and the combination of Chinese and Western medicine has come out. His own path, and the virtue of his hand acupuncture.
No one knows who he learned with acupuncture techniques. This is his biggest secret, and this secret probably accounts for a large percentage of his 100 million people.
There is still a lack of the necessary things to do surgery - anesthetics, any heroes, and then can endure pain, he can not do the body does not tremble. In addition to reducing the patient's pain, the anesthetic is not only painful to death, but also more convenient for the doctor to treat, which may reduce the accidental injury caused by the instability of the patient during the operation.
Without anesthesia, he can use acupuncture and acupuncture to make the patient feel painless and unable to move. Previously, he had used this method several times to perform surgery on patients who could not be anesthetized.
Do you want to stop the pain for the big river?
But I don't want to think about it. For this guy, he not only slammed the pain of eight times, but also tried his best to save him.
So he decided not to stop the pain for the big river, only to puncture the hole to make him unable to move.
Under the bone acupuncture, he smiles in the heart, and he will ensure that Dahe adults will keep the consciousness sober from the beginning to the end of the operation, so that he can understand how to cut, cut, scrape, puncture. A series of vivid passages.
This is a rare experience, isn't it?