843, Mysterious Yellow Earth Disease (1/2)

843, Mysterious Yellow Earth Disease (1/2)

The caravan merchants led Su Wu and his party to a secluded corner.

He looked at Su Wu's face carefully for a while, and the more he looked, the more he felt that the other person was a Han like himself. The businessman smiled and opened the box in front of him, revealing a layer of straw laid flat inside the box.

After the layer of straw was removed, a pair of black patent leather sheathed swords were revealed.

“Little brother, how could you, a Han Chinese, settle in such a dangerous area as Minzang?

These swords are all from the official foundry and are of very good quality. Now that the world has decided that Emperor Zhao Chen Qiaoyi will wear a yellow robe, change the Yuan Dynasty to Jianlong, and the country will be called Song , even our caravan can no longer engage in the business of selling weapons.

Look at these weapons, which one do you need? You can choose by yourself. "The caravan merchant was talking to Su Wu behind him, turned sideways, and led Su Wu and his party to come forward to choose weapons.

Su Wu pointed at the weapons in the box, and Tenzin, whose eyes sparkled next to him, immediately understood.

He went to pick a sword, taking it out of its sheath from time to time and checking the blade.

Su Wu started talking to the caravan merchants: "During the war years ago, my parents and family were carried by the rebels to the secret area, and they settled here ever since.

I see that you are currently collecting herbs such as the 'Herb of Life and Death' in the Secret Realm. After living in the Secret Realm for such a long time, I have rarely heard that this kind of medicinal herb can be produced in the Secret Realm.

Don’t know what this herb is used for? "

Su Wu had indeed never heard of the herb "Life and Death Grass" during the years he had been active in the Secret Realm.

Tenzin also knew little about this herb.

"This kind of medicinal herb has only occasionally appeared in the secret area in recent years.

Its roots are like worms, similar to 'Cordyceps sinensis', but its stems and leaves resemble ginseng leaves, which are quite different from ordinary Cordyceps sinensis.

It is said that the ‘Life and Death Grass’ is a variant of ‘Cordyceps Sinensis’ - this kind of medicinal herb only exists in the Secret Realm. "The caravan merchant explained to Su Wu, "As for the effectiveness of this medicinal herb, you can guess something about it from its name.

It has the effect of 'reversing life and death'.

It can restore life to people who are "buried in loess" and survive in the world for a longer period of time. "

When the caravan businessmen mentioned the words "buried in loess", there was a hint of worry in their expressions.

After listening to his words, Su Wu was convinced that the 'Loess Burial' was not a false concept, but a real thing. He looked normal, as if he didn't notice the strangeness in the caravan merchant's words, and said loudly: "My family and I Settling in the secret area, I haven't heard any news from the Han Dynasty for a long time.

Now that the world has been settled and the Zhao family has taken over the world, it is expected that the world will be at peace, the scourge of war will be eliminated, and the people will live and work in peace and contentment. "

The businessman heard the sound and looked at Su Wu in surprise.

The conversation that the other party occasionally showed was quite good, unlike the young people who could be cultivated in ordinary families.

"I hope so..." the caravan merchant said with a smile, without discussing too much with Su Wu.

Su Wu tentatively asked the merchant what the "Loess Burial" specifically meant. The caravan merchant did not reveal too much information to Su Wu. He only said that it was a disease spread in the famine-stricken areas of Han Dynasty. 'Can delay the progression of the disease.

Caravans travel around the world and are engaged in the business of "earning their lives on a knife's edge", so they are naturally wary of outsiders.

Although the businessman was a little closer to Su Wu because he was a Han Chinese.

But this closeness is obviously not enough for him to reveal some secrets related to his family's life and death.

Su Wu didn't ask any more questions.

Dan Zeng selected two knives, and Su Wu took out the money and paid the bill.

The businessman wrapped the knife in black cloth and handed it to Su Wu. At the same time, he only took one silver particle from Su Wu's hand and returned the other one to Su Wu: "It's also good to see my compatriots in the secret realm. It's not easy.

I only charge half of the money, just to protect the capital.

Brother Su, take care. "

"Take care." Su Wu clasped his fists in return and said, "If anyone needs my help in the future, you can find me in the nearby Chawang Village, which is twenty miles away."

"Definitely." The caravan merchant nodded in agreement.

He didn't look down on Su Wu because he didn't seem to have a powerful position. He also had the idea of ​​​​having multiple friends and multiple paths.

Su Wu carried the sword on his back and said goodbye to the caravan merchants.

——Now this caravan has sold almost the same amount of goods. After packing boxes of goods, the person at the front of the horse team sounded the gong to clear the way, and the entire caravan slowly left as people watched.

"Let's go, it's time for us to go back." Su Wu pulled Lunzhu and said to Tenzin.

Denzin nodded repeatedly and followed Su Wu.

His eyes were entirely focused on the weapon wrapped in black cloth behind Su Wu, and he did not want to move away for a moment.

…

Horses pulling carriages galloped across the dim yellow plains, and the smoke and dust kicked up by the horses' hooves gathered into an earth dragon.

The vehicle was being pulled by strong horses, and the wheels rolled over the bumpy road and the stones on the ground. It was bumpy all the way. The various parts of the carriage kept colliding with each other in the bumps, making bursts of overwhelmed groans. .

Inside the dim carriage, which was covered by thick curtains and covered with thick cloth curtains, a man wearing a thick black robe and wrapping himself tightly in a cloth sat in the carriage.

The carriage shook and bumped violently, but the man sat upright in the carriage, always maintaining a posture, and was not affected by the bumps.

I don’t know how long this shaking and bumping lasted.

The sound of horse hooves outside the window gradually became slower.

The whistles and shouts of the caravan members sounded one after another.

The whole caravan stopped.

Outside the carriage where the man in black robe was, the voice of the caravan leader sounded: "Boss, we bought a total of seven life and death grasses at the last market, one with three leaves, two with two leaves, and the rest with one leaf. What do you think we should do with them?"

"Stew them with meat and bones, add some mushrooms, and distribute them to the brothers." The 'black robe', who was called 'boss' by the horse leader, stretched out his palm covered with a black cloth bag, and the palm in the black cloth bag pressed against 'his' throat, and a strange sound came out from under the cloth.

"Yes."

The horse leader left in response.

He took off the big iron pot behind him and placed it on the simple stove built by the caravan brothers.

The young man who went to the nearby river to fetch water came back with a few buckets of water, and a big fish was hanging on the hay stem in his other hand.

The young man poured a little water into the iron pot, handed the fish to the woman who was adding firewood to the fire, and grinned at Ma Guotou: "Pothead, the fish here are so stupid that they are not afraid of people. I knocked one out with a stick. Bring it back and let's stew it in fish soup!"

Ma Guotou glanced at the big fish, and while washing the pot with melon pulp, he nodded to the woman holding the fish.

The woman returned to the river with the fish and released the big fish at the riverside.

The young man opened his mouth slightly, looking a little confused.

Another young man who had been the translator of the entire caravan came over with a bundle of firewood and said with a smile: "Remember this in the future, Xu Jing, when you arrive at the Mizang area, don't eat the fish in their river.

No matter how easy it is to get these fish, they are not edible."

"Why?" The young man named 'Xu Jing' scratched his head and asked.

The young man 'Chang Chun' who was the translator of the caravan pointed to the river under the hillside and replied: "You can wait and see by the river if you have nothing to do - if you are lucky, you may see a corpse floating down the river. The corpse will float along the river all the way, and there will be so many fish gathered around the corpse that you can't catch them all!"

Xu Jing was stunned when he heard this, and then his expression suddenly became a little complicated as if he realized something.

After the pot head washed the pot, he poured another bucket of water into the pot.

When the water boiled, fresh beef and dried mushrooms were added in turn. When the aroma of mushrooms and beef bones wafted out of the pot, he took off the cloth bag he carried with him, pulled out the life and death grass one by one from the cloth bag, and threw them all into the pot.

The woman who was lighting the fire and adding firewood, the young man who was returning from fetching water, the old man who was setting up tents, and the whistle who was patrolling everywhere, all slowed down their movements when Ma Guotou untied the black cloth bag around his waist.

When they saw seven life and death grasses being thrown into the pot in a row, their faces suddenly became excited.

"The owner ordered me to throw all the life and death grass I collected this time into the pot and share it with all the brothers." Ma Guotou, who was always serious, looked at the few life and death grasses floating in the pot and showed a rare smile on his face.

"The owner is so kind!"

"You saved our lives, owner!"

"We will do our best to help the owner and find the seven-leaf life and death grass as soon as possible!"

A grateful voice rang out from the car window.

The man in the black cloth robe sat in the carriage, motionless, like a wooden sculpture.

Not long after, a gap was opened in the carriage curtain, and a little sunlight poured into the carriage from the gap - the man in the carriage slightly turned sideways to avoid the light - the horse pot head brought a bowl of meat soup to the edge of the carriage.

The curtain spun and returned to its original state.

The owner of the entire caravan peeled off the cloth covering his face layer by layer, revealing a face that looked like a clay figure that had just been shaped. From the appearance and eyebrows, it should be a woman's 'clay face', and the mud skin dried and curled.

The 'skin' like loess mud spread all the way to the 'owner's' forehead.

The skin on the owner's forehead was the normal color of flesh and blood.

‘He’ took a wooden stick from the corner, approached the bowl of broth little by little, and used the corner of the top of the wooden stick to pull the broth to his feet, then leaned down little by little and picked up the bowl of broth.

As he leaned down, there were bursts of very subtle "crackling" sounds around him.

Like the sound of a piece of earth breaking apart.

Picking up the broth and putting down the wooden stick, the owner held the whole bowl of broth and drank it all.

He ate up the three life and death grasses floating in the broth.

Only a whole bowl of beef bones and mushrooms were left.

The owner slowly exhaled.

The yellow mud shell on the surface of ‘his’ skin dried up quickly.

It turned into yellow mud powder and fell off his face.

The face after shaking off the mud shell was extremely beautiful, like a flower and jade.

The owner of this caravan was indeed a woman!