Chapter 185: Brewing Patchouli Water to Treat Heatstroke

Fainted?

When Nan Qinghuan and Axi arrived at the original site, they saw several tribe members lying on the ground; Ying was squatting there watching them, his brows knit with worry. He can't treat illnesses, he only knows it must be too hot.

Give them some water to try.

Ying, let everyone rest for a while?

Dashan wiped his sweat; the tribe members have been working hard to finish the houses early, but being too exhausted won't do.

Ying stood up, lifted his head to stare at the blazing sun, the people drenched in sweat, and said, "Everyone rest; we'll work again after dark."

He had once, during a famine, taken the men out at night to hunt, so he knows the night is cool and work can be done then.

"Everyone rest; we'll work at night."

"Look, Ou Mu and Axi have arrived."

Not far away, Nan Qinghuan hurried over with Axi; when she saw Ying also there, sweating profusely, Nan Qinghuan felt deep concern and said, "Ying."

"Qinghuan, what's wrong with them?"

"Don't worry, I'll take a look."

Since there's no Medical Woman in the tribe, Nan Qinghuan naturally became the tribe's hope.

She had Axi help the tribe members to stand, then hurried to take their pulses; after that she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's nothing, just heatstroke. Everyone needs to adjust their work schedule. The sun is too strong at noon; we'll work later."

"Qinghuan, what's heatstroke?"

What is heatstroke? Ying doesn't know, and the tribe members aren't clear either.

Nan Qinghuan quickly explained, "It's caused by extreme heat leading to dizziness and vertigo. Axi, go find patchouli, then brew a pot each day; everyone working will drink a big bowl, and that will prevent poisoning."

"Patchouli? Qinghuan, what is patchouli?"

Axi was bewildered, but Nan Qinghuan smiled and said, "Gungun knows what patchouli is; let it lead you to it. It's a leaf that Gungun loves to eat."

"Gungun?"

Soon, Nan Qinghuan had Axi follow Gungun up the mountain to look for patchouli leaves. It must be said that Nan Qinghuan only discovered this secret last night: she found that this little red panda, besides loving bamboo, also goes into the forest to eat patchouli leaves.

With Gungun leading Axi, Axi went to gather the herb; they returned quickly. Gungun's mouth smelled of patchouli, and it held a bamboo shoot in its hand, nibbling—so cute.

"Qinghuan, is it this kind of leaf?"

It must be said that in the Remote Antiquity Era, patchouli had larger, darker leaves than today, but its effect should be fine. Nan Qinghuan had Axi brew the water, and then each tribe member had to drink a bowl.

Twilight hung low, the setting sun sank.

While repairing the houses, various problems arise; Nan Qinghuan and the others must solve them slowly—nothing can be rushed.

She personally carried a bowl of patchouli water toward Ying, who had joined the work to speed up the Ditch digging. Not only he, but Jingang and its wife also helped move stones; Jingang, a single ape, bore the effort of many people.

Nan Qinghuan saw Jingang's wife working so hard that she brought Plantain as a reward; Jingang, delighted to see his master arrive, ate the Plantain and then proudly showed Nan Qinghuan the stones he was carrying.

It seemed like he was seeking credit.

"Ou Mu, this great Jingang and its wife are truly capable—one of them replaces many of us, and when the wood is half done they're even stronger. Your pet is good, better than that Gungun; that little thing only knows how to eat and drink tricks and does nothing else."

The tribe praised Jingang all around and stepped Gungun underfoot; Nan Qinghuan just smiled, "Uncle, Gungun is a protective animal; it doesn't work."

"It doesn't work, too lazy."

Nan Qinghuan couldn't help laughing; these tribe members are truly adorable. She hurriedly carried the patchouli water to see Ying, and upon seeing him also working, she was momentarily stunned.

This man is strong and diligent; she believes their days will get better and better.

"Ying, rest a bit, have some patchouli water."

When Ying heard Nan Qinghuan arrive, he thought a lot. He had been working here for half a day, hurriedly set down his tasks, intending to hug her, but remembering how dirty he was, he first washed his hands and face before meeting her.

"Qinghuan, why did you come?"

Within the tribe, the women are responsible for preparing food and delivering water to the men, who handle foundation filling and Ditch digging; the entire Ying Tribe has contributed its effort to repair the houses.

Even the tiny A Tu comes to help, delivering water.

Seeing this, Nan Qinghuan was moved; who says Ancient People can't get along? She feels they get along well. Though at first it was hard to adjust, now they've become a big family.

A loving big family.

It must be said, getting here was hard, but fortunately they've endured.

"Ying, take this and drink."

Nan Qinghuan handed him the Earthen Bowl; Ying took it and gulped it down, "Qinghuan, why does this water taste so bad?"

She quickly smiled, took it, and wiped the water from his mouth corner, "Silly, this isn't water; it's medicine. After drinking it you won't feel uncomfortable."

She let Ying sit down to rest a while; Ying, also tired, sat beside her, the gentle breeze bringing warmth—a rare comfort.

Nan Qinghuan saw his beard growing again and frowned slightly, "Look, your beard's grown again; let me shave and tidy it for you."

Ying didn't expect her to shave his beard; last time Qinghuan also shaved him, but the hair grew quickly and he couldn't help it. He originally thought it looked better unshaven, but it would prick Qinghuan.

So, whenever Qinghuan says no, he will shave; even if she shaves all his body hair, he'll accept it.

Nan Qinghuan squatted beside him, holding a Fruit Knife; this time she shaved very seriously, blade by blade, carefully. Ying sat there, staring at her in a daze, looking utterly fascinated.

Soon, Ying became a hairless young fellow, looking quite handsome, but Nan Qinghuan was still dissatisfied with his hair, which remained messy, and said, "Shall I tie your hair up?"

"Tie hair?"

Ying didn't know the hair on his head; they all called it fur.

Nan Qinghuan styled Ying's hair according to ancient men's fashion, then used a bamboo skewer to gently tie it up; it turned out quite authentic.

Everyone saw Ying's whole appearance had changed; he was no longer the imposing male, and they all stopped their work to take a look, some thinking it looked good.

"Ah, Ying looks really good like this, doesn't he?"

"What's so good? All the fur's gone."

In the tribe's perception, being hairless is very embarrassing. Ying, in order to win Nan Qinghuan's favor, even removed the fur at his mouth corner, leading the others to think he loved Nan Qinghuan to an unbridled extent.

Ying ignored them; Qinghuan liked him, so he was happy.

"Qinghuan, I'm going back to work; you go back to the Cave and wait for me. Considering how hard I've been working, Qinghuan, shouldn't you reward me?"

Nan Qinghuan was startled, looking at the handsome man before her, and had to admit that apart from his clothes, he was practically a perfect male god.

He is neither a fresh youngster nor an old fatty; somewhere in between, his Wheat-colored complexion looks very healthy under the sun.

He is a very charming man.

"What reward?"

Ying chuckled lowly, kissed her forehead, "Tonight I want you."

Nan Qinghuan: "……"

How straightforward.

She was a bit speechless; why does this man think of that in everything he does? "We'll talk later, you go work quickly, I'll have something tasty ready for you tonight."

"You must wait for me."

Ying was delighted; with her words, even if he died building a house he would be happy. After Ying left, a voice behind came from Youchao Xuan, "Goddess."

She turned her head and saw Youchao Xuan and Youchao Ji, and seeing their uneasy expressions, she quickly picked up the bowl and went up, "It's you two, anything?"