Crossing the famine: The hunter's wife has good farmland

Mo Xiaonian slowly stood up from the ground, raised her hand to tuck the hair on her face behind her ears, and then just stared at Fu Cang.

Fu Cang lowered his eyes, and his gaze intertwined with Mo Xiaonian.

The color of Fu Cang's pupils is slightly lighter than that of ordinary people, and the area around his pupils is an amber color. When he looks at people, he is like a beast locking onto its prey, giving people a chilling feeling.

Mo Xiaonian's height could only reach Fu Cang's chest. Because of fear, her chest heaved violently, but her eyes did not move away at all under Fu Cang's gaze.

Because she knew that this was her only chance to survive.

After a while, Fu Cang's cold voice sounded.

"In the Moonfall Tribe, anyone who deceives me will die. You must remember this!"

"I remember, I will never lie to you. I have a way to minimize the chance of him getting rabies!"

"Okay, I'll believe you this time!"

Fu Cang raised his head and said to the man outside the door: "Get lost!"

Mo Xiaonian felt that Fu Cang's words were somewhat perfunctory, but what was unexpected was that the man actually left in disgrace.

At this time, clean water and hemostatic herbs had been brought into the room.

"Now tell me your solution."

"Did you kill the wolf that bit Scythe?"

"Beat him to death."

"Okay, first clean the patient's wound with clean water. Be sure to clean the wolf's saliva left on the wound. Then use moxibustion to heat and disinfect the wound."

What Mo Xiaonian said now are all common sense, and are also a commonly used method of treatment and disinfection in their tribe.

"I know what you said, but I think that just saying this will not guarantee that Scythe will not get rabies. You need to tell me a better way to save his life."

Mo Xiaonian nodded.

"I understand. Where is the evil wolf that bit the sickle now?"

"The back of the house."

"Okay, have someone cut open the wolf's head, take out its brain, and apply the brain to the sickle's wound. This will minimize the chance of sickle getting rabies."

Fu Cang narrowed his eyes.

This was the first time Fu Cang had heard of this treatment method.

"Are you sure this will work?"

"I'm sure! You know, my life and death now depends on you. I have no reason to deceive you. Besides, this is the only solution you have now. It might be a good idea to give it a try!"

Fu Cang made the decision in an instant and pointed to a chair in the corner of the room.

"You stay here. Iron Axe dare not come in, let alone do anything to you."

Mo Xiaonian's legs went weak at that moment. She struggled to support herself and walked to a chair in the corner of the stone room. Only after she sat on the chair did she realize that she was cold to the bone.

The heavy rain outside just now had soaked her body. Mo Xiaonian hugged her shoulders and shook off, her thoughts drifting to another memory.

The original owner of this body was from Wangyou City in the Dahuan Kingdom. Life there was much better than that in this barbaric tribe. According to the historical knowledge Mo Xiaonian had learned, the Dahuan Kingdom should be similar to the prosperous Tang Dynasty in her time.

Mo Xiaonian's father, Mo Qi, was a famous doctor with excellent medical skills, but he offended the powerful and was killed...