For the past two days, Yi Yun had been engrossed in practicing martial arts. Sometimes, his hands would be bandaged due to his injuries.
Yi Yun often sneaked out in the middle of the night. Once or twice was nothing, but over time, he was discovered by Jiang Xiaorou.
"Yun-er, what have you been doing these past few days? Also, what happened to your hands? "
Ever since Yi Yun's mother passed away, Jiang Xiaorou had taken on the responsibility of being Yi Yun's mother. She had been meticulous in taking care of Yi Yun.
If Yi Yun made a mistake, Jiang Xiaorou would not blame him. She would use her black eyes to look at Yi Yun until he admitted his mistake.
Today was the same.
Yi Yun wanted to say that his injuries were from picking herbs, but when he met Jiang Xiaorou's serious gaze, he could not bring himself to say it. After some hesitation, Yi Yun said the truth, "Sis Xiaorou, I went out in the middle of the night to practice martial arts. The injuries on my hands were also from practicing martial arts."
Jiang Xiaorou was stunned. Practicing martial arts?
"Yun-er, who did you learn martial arts from?"
"I learned it secretly," Yi Yun said straightforwardly.
Jiang Xiaorou's expression changed. Secretly learning tribal martial arts would result in being beaten to death if caught. Besides, it was not easy to learn martial arts. Even if he could not eat good medicine and meat, he had to at least eat his fill. If Yi Yun ate porridge and wild vegetables every day, how could he have the strength to practice?
It would kill him.
"Sis Xiaorou, do you trust me?"
Yi Yun grabbed Jiang Xiaorou's hand and looked into her eyes seriously.
Jiang Xiaorou was stunned for a moment and subconsciously nodded.
"Well, if you trust me, then don't ask. Sis Xiaorou, I will lead you to a good life in the future!"
Yi Yun said seriously. Jiang Xiaorou was the first person he met in this strange world. She was also the only person who truly cared for him with her life.
He had always remembered this kindness. Not only did he want to change his fate, he also wanted to change Jiang Xiaorou's fate.
Jiang Xiaorou looked at Yi Yun in a daze. She suddenly had a feeling that her brother had grown up.
He was no longer the child of the past. The words he said could no longer be treated as a child's babble. He was really working hard with this goal …
…
Yi Yun was slowly getting used to the simple meals. It should be said that he had to get used to it even if he was not used to it.
The coarse grain porridge tasted terrible, and after Yi Yun's appetite improved, the porridge was completely digested. If not for the Lian Clan Herb Mountain's herbs, Yi Yun wouldn't have been able to break through to the Vigor realm. He would be thankful that he didn't starve to death.
However, although medicinal herbs could supplement the body's nutrition and energy, medicinal herbs couldn't really be eaten as a meal. If one really ate the medicinal herbs, it would be worse than coarse grain porridge.
Day after day, for a glutton like Yi Yun, the food was so bland that birds were about to fly out of his mouth. It was a torment.
The only thing that could improve his life now was the pickled vegetables that Jiang Xiaorou made.
Speaking of which, it was sad. Back on Earth, Yi Yun was not rich, but at least he had vegetables and meat. But now in this strange world, he had not tasted a single shred of meat. Pickled vegetables were considered a delicacy.
But it had to be said that Jiang Xiaorou's pickled vegetables were indeed delicious. To Jiang Xiaorou's family, pickled vegetables were a luxury food. As there were no salt mines in the village, the salt they ate was bought from the large tribes.
Most of the salt was supplied to the warrior preparation camp. They used it to marinate meat, so the commoners only had a little salt. It was usually used to make wild vegetable soup. Using it to pickle vegetables was an extravagant way of eating.
After a few days, the Lian Clan Herb Mountain's herbs were almost completely plucked clean. Even Yi Yun, with the Purple Crystal as a guide, could not find any decent herbs. The villagers had even dug out the seedlings to hand over the herbs.
"With the herb mountain being plucked to such a state, there's no consideration of future mining. It seems like the Lian tribal clan has decided to fight with their backs to the wall. They might even give up the land that the Lian tribal clan has lived in for generations. Now all their hopes are placed on Lian Chengyu. But even if Lian Chengyu passes the Tai Ah Divine Kingdom's warrior selection, only a few people, including the members of the warrior preparation camp, will benefit. The commoners might even be abandoned …"
Yi Yun sighed. This was the way of survival in the vast wilderness. With limited resources, the strong would occupy more resources, while the weak would be eliminated.
With the herb mountain's value decreasing, the upper echelons of the Lian tribal clan no longer paid attention to the herb mountain. All their energy was focused on refining the desolate bones.
The desolate bones were of utmost importance. For the desolate bones, the Lian tribal clan had staked everything on it. All their hopes were pinned on it.
Lian Chengyu had also risked his life. His ambition, his aspirations, his everything were all in it!
The refinement of the desolate bones took at least sixty days!
However, on the tenth day, something happened.
Some of the villagers who were responsible for refining the desolate bones fell ill. At first, they only had a cough and fever, but soon they began to vomit and have diarrhea. Rashes appeared on their skin and they were dispirited. It looked like they had contracted typhoid.
In a small tribe in the vast wilderness, a typical warrior was fine. They had a strong physique and immunity, but to the poor, once they fell ill, there was no such thing as a minor illness.
Because their bodies were weak and their immunity was poor. Moreover, there was only one doctor in the tribe, and he was the only one who served the higher-ups of the tribe. The medical conditions of the poor people were really terrible. Minor illnesses such as cold could kill them.
When Yi Yun heard the news, he found it strange.
Typhoid sounded like a common cold, but it was actually a bacterial infection. Yi Yun did not know if the typhoid in this foreign world was the same as the typhoid on Earth, but with so many people getting sick at once, it was without a doubt an infectious disease.
Yi Yun was puzzled. Infectious diseases were usually spread through water or air. These villagers who refined the desolate bones had been guarding the cauldron daily, and the temperature there was extremely high!
The constant high temperature and extreme dryness made it difficult for germs to survive. If there was an outbreak of infectious disease in the village, it should have spread to others. Why did it have to be the people refining the desolate bones who fell ill?
Could it be that it was a germ that was easily spread in dry conditions?
Thinking of this, Yi Yun's face sank. Maybe the villagers were not as simple as falling ill!
With four to five people falling ill, the people of the Lian tribal clan, especially those who were in charge of refining the desolate bones, began to panic.
Staying here, it was hard to say when they would contract the strange disease.
Although living was painful, no one wanted to die.
But at least, the upper echelons of the Lian tribal clan did not ignore it. The Patriarch came forward to appease the people, and gave every infected villager a red pill.
The pill was the size of a longan, red as red as blood. According to the Patriarch, it was refined from precious herbs, and each pill was worth a fortune.
The clan leader instructed the patients to swallow the pills with warm water, and the illness would be cured. As a result, after the clan members who were already beyond cure took the pills, they felt better on the first day. After sleeping, they felt refreshed, and by the second evening, they were no different from ordinary people.
On the third day, the patients were even more lively, and even better than when they weren't sick.
Not only that, the chief also gave each sick person a piece of salted meat the size of a palm. This was meat, and to the villagers who hadn't seen meat for months, this was definitely a great gift.
The poor people cherished this piece of cured meat. They only ate a little at a meal, and sometimes gave it to their children or their wives.
The news of the Lian tribal clan giving the sick people pills and cured meat quickly spread.
The suffering people remembered the tribe's kindness and worked even harder to refine the desolate bones. Some of them even wanted to fall sick. If that was the case, they would be able to obtain the elixir that revitalized them and a piece of bacon.
When the news reached Yi Yun's ears, he frowned slightly.
A single medicinal pill was able to cure the illness, and it could even make one's face glow?
Although Yi Yun did not know much about medicine, he knew that some pills that were surprisingly effective and stimulated a person's mind had strong side effects.
For example, stimulants, drugs, and many illegal drugs that stimulated a person's potential.
Especially when the upper echelons of the Lian tribal clan had announced that the pills they sent were made from precious herbs. Yi Yun did not believe any of this.
When did the Lian tribal clan become so generous? Even if they wanted to be generous, they had to have the precious herbs. From Yi Yun's point of view, the upper echelons of the Lian tribal clan were poor. They were like the pot calling the kettle black, and their limited resources were all used on Lian Chengyu, so how could they give the poor herbs?
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