Miss Star, spoiled by her father and brother

On the third day, Siphos took Wei to the priest again. This time he came by himself. He knew the way because he had walked there once yesterday.

As usual, Sifos waited outside the door while checking his watch. Half an hour passed, but there was no sign of the end.

In the room, after the priest finished moxibustioning those three acupoints, he reached out and massaged several other acupoints on Xu Weiwei's body, which were exactly the ones that Xu Weiwei had recited silently in her heart that day.

When he saw Taohua coming out of the house and walking towards the sheep pen in the backyard, Sifos knew it was almost time. He looked at his watch and found that it was about ten minutes longer than last time.

Xu Weiwei drank a bowl of goat's milk as usual and burped with satisfaction.

In the next few days, the priest gradually extended the time of acupuncture, adding five minutes at a time, up to half an hour, and then he did it every other day. On the alternate days, he would simply massage Xu Weiwei's acupoints and do some exercises with her arms and legs.

At first, Xu Weiwei just felt warm, but now her forehead is sweating after the treatment. She used to be fed every four hours, but now she gets hungry every two hours. She is also more energetic for longer periods of time.

Sifos was the one who could feel this series of changes the most. Seeing his daughter recovering little by little and becoming like a normal child, he was so happy and wanted to repay the old man more and more.

Although he often helped the old man chop wood while waiting, this was not enough to express his gratitude. He wanted to ask other people for money to buy sheep, but it was not possible, and the other party would often directly offer to give it to him, which made Sifos feel troubled.

It's impossible to drive the starship back to purchase a few hundred sheep and then bring them back. During the two or three days' journey, eating, drinking, defecating and urinating will all be done on the starship. Sifos couldn't bear the thought and the idea was immediately dismissed.

Sifos, who was at a loss, thought of asking his teammates for advice. These days, they had developed a routine of training in the morning and helping the locals in the afternoon. They must have done a lot of work. Sifos took the opportunity to ask everyone what they did to help the locals during the gathering.

The team members gave a variety of answers. Some hoe the fields, some harvest crops, some cut grass, some feed pigs, and one was one step ahead and was promoted to a shepherd - even though he only had two sheep under his command.

After listening around, there weren't any viable suggestions.

The priest was old and had stopped farming, so most of the tribesmen would send her food when they came to see her for medical treatment. As for feeding pigs and herding sheep, these were too simple. How could the grace of saving lives be simply offset like this? How could her daughter's life be compared to these sheep?

Are you going to send weapons? How about a laser gun? Or just send a starship... ?

Seaforth was distressed.

During lunch, Sifos was absent-minded. The chief called him twice but he didn't hear him. Everyone at the table was looking at him. Xu Weiwei had no choice but to stretch out her hand to attract her father's attention.

"Hmm? Excuse me," Sifos said, coming to his senses and holding his daughter's hand.

"It's like this. We are going out tomorrow and may not be back until very late. You will need to take care of lunch and dinner by yourself. But don't worry, Qiao Niang will prepare them in advance and put them in the kitchen. You can just heat them up when you eat."

"You can make a fire, right?" the chief asked uncertainly.

Sifos nodded first, then asked casually: "What do you want?"

Gantz said excitedly: "We are going to dig Ula grass!"

Sifos was a little surprised. He thought that the locals all grew this kind of plant at home. After all, every household in the Gudel people grew a lot of plants and potted plants. He didn't know what fresh Ula grass looked like, and naturally thought that it must be included in them. Now it seems that this is not the case.

"It takes so long to get there. Is it very far?"

"It's not far, just over a mountain."

Xu Weiwei: You call this not far away...

"It's just not easy to dig. We have to go down to the bottom of the cliff."

Hmm? Sifos and Xu Weiwei were both very excited, with a look on their faces that said "Please tell me more."

"The living environment of Ula grass is very harsh. It is obviously a heat-loving grass, but it grows in the damp and cool valley bottom. You need to climb down along the cliff that is dozens of meters high to dig it, and it only grows there. So every once in a while we will organize the young and middle-aged people in the tribe who are nimble and skillful to go digging together." said the chief.

"Can't we simulate its living environment and raise it at home?" Sifos asked the same question as Xu Weiwei.

The chief shook his head and said, "It's impossible to keep it alive. The weather is too hot now. During the rainy season, I can keep it at home for ten days or half a month, but it will slowly die after the rainy season is over."

Xu Weiwei could understand that some medicinal herbs were like this, and they would die if the temperature and humidity were just a little bit too high. For example, Dendrobium officinale prefers a warm and humid environment with half shade and half sun, and is not cold-resistant. It grows on semi-shaded and wet rocks in the mountains at an altitude of more than 1,600 meters, and it is very difficult to cultivate it artificially.

Xu Weiwei had a practical training class assignment before, which was a real pain for her. This was still in an experimental environment, and it was so difficult even with the support of science and technology, not to mention the Goodell people who had nothing but their feelings.

Sifos' eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought of something: "Since this Ula grass is so hard to get, is it very precious?"

Previously, when he saw many people here had patterns drawn with the juice of Ula grass on their bodies, Sifos thought it was a very common thing for them. In fact, he misunderstood. This period was just before and after the celebration, and people dressed up. However, few people would use it when they were not sick or had no guests. After all, Ula grass has great medicinal value. It would be a waste to use it only for decoration. What if it is gone when needed?

Of course, this does not apply to families that have plenty of labor and can dig more than they need.

The chief's answer confirmed Sifos's guess: "Yes, every year people get hurt from picking it. Even if I call on everyone to work together, accidents sometimes happen. The younger Ula grass is okay because it doesn't grow so low, but the older ones are not so easy to pick."

That's right. The rarer something is, the more precious it is. That's how it makes it worth giving, isn't it? A smile appeared on Sifos's lips.

"Chief, please let me go with you. I want to help. I will give some of the Ula grass we dig to the priests, and you can handle the rest. What do you think?"