CHAPTER 7- THINK ABOUT IT, IT IS STILL A TRAGIC WORD
“Master!” Yan Mo called out to Yuan Zhan who was prepared to leave.
Yuan Zhan turned his head.
“You’re not going to eat breakfast before you leave?” In fact, he was very hungry.
Yuan Zhan, “Catch prey on the road then we’ll talk.” Meaning if there was no prey then there was no need to eat.
Beloved Master, you are really that useless? Actually so poor that you don’t even have enough food to make breakfast for your household?
Yan Mo covered up his own disdain. Sporting an ingratiating smile, “Master, I sincerely recommend that before you leave, you go behind the barn to pick some thistle leaves. If you get hurt on the road, you can chew it up and slather it on your wound to stop the bleeding.”
“Got it.”
“Master!”
Yuan Zhan turned around impatiently. “What do you want now?”
“Besides the Setose thistle, can I also describe some other common herbs to you? If you find them on your journey, you can also use them. If you can pick some back, I can keep them for future use.”
With Yuan Zhan’s narrow and fierce eyes, his face revealed clear ridicule. “Future use? It’s something you need?”
Yan Mo’s face held a bashful smile.
Yuan Zhan suddenly turned back, walked to Yan Mo’s side and forcefully pinched his cheek. “Then talk, the herbs you want, what do they look like?”
Yan Mo’s cheek twitched in pain, but he continued to smile. “Then Master, please listen.”
Yan Mo then began to describe a few of the herbs and insects that he wanted.
Squirrel’s Foot Fern – There are big leaves on both sides, smaller leaves on opposite sides, leaves have a pointed segment, short stem, it looks like a fish bone.
Chinere Elder Herb – leaves alternate, leaves form directly from stem, the leaves grow slanted and are oval, the flowers bloom flat, they are small white flowers that look like stars, the fruits are very small like eggs, it’s a scarlet color.
Ox Knee…
Yan Mo stopped to comment, looked at a foggy minded Yuan Zhan and asked, “Master, did you remember them?”
Yuan Zhan refused to admit that he did not understand. With a straight expressionless face he replied, “Troublesome”.
Yan Mo saw that his palm did not respond and realized that the man next to him didn’t remember a single thing. Holding back the urge to beat his brains, with a pleading look cautiously said, “Master, I can draw it out. Can you please peel me a smooth wood board? Then bring me either branches or grassroots that haven’t completely burned in the firepit.”
Other people’s’ slaves can save them from doing many tasks. How come when he gets a slave he has more work to do? He tightly pursed up his lips, stretch out a thin severe smile and pointed at the youth’s nose, “Your wound better heal by the time winter comes! If it’s not healed by then I’m cutting it off! “
“……..yes, Master.”
Yuan Zhan lifted the curtains to go outside and fiddle around for a bit. With a cold face he came back and threw a piece of wood that was about a foot long, 8 centimeters wide, and a centimeter thick.
“Master, there’s also the branches…..”
Yuan Zhan went out again and brought back a few branches and stiff grassroots that didn’t burn fully. “Hurry up, need to assemble when the horn calls. People who don’t show up also get punished.”
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Banished to Another World
MaceraA miracle doctor is exiled to an alternate savage world and forced to change his scummy ways! Having thoroughly offended God, Yan Mo's soul was transmigrated to another world. He quickly understood the cruelty of this world he's in. The reason he wa...
