Warring States Survival Guide

Chapter 2 Should I be kind to my savior?
Although Yuan Ye is only a sophomore in college, he has experienced many hardships since childhood, and he is not a clear-eyed college student who is stupid. Even though he is shocked at the possibility of time travel, he can still keep calm and composed. He has two lives on his hands now, one for him and one for his silly son. Even for his silly son, he must keep calm and composed and deal with it properly!

His CPU was spinning rapidly to analyze the situation. He didn't answer Jubei's question, nor did he pay attention to Jubei's courtesy. He glanced around and lowered his head to everyone in the distance before asking Jubei, "What are you doing?"

Jubei had a hard time listening to him, and looked up in surprise and asked, "Sir, what did you say?"

Yuanye slowed down his speech and repeated the words alone.

This time, Jubei barely understood what he heard, and bowed his head respectfully again, and also spoke slowly: "My village servant Jikuro is seriously ill, and I and others are holding a prayer ceremony."

"sick?"

Yuanye also guessed and roughly understood what was going on based on the few words he could understand. He seemed to have heard of this Japanese folk custom when he visited the Aichi Prefecture Museum.

In ancient Japan, there was a shortage of medical care and medicine, especially in rural areas. Some villagers had never seen a doctor in their entire lives, and could only endure illness and injury. Then the custom of praying to gods evolved - if someone got sick and could just get through it, it would be fine, but if he was so ill that he began to lose consciousness (his soul left his body), the villagers would carry him to a nearby mountain or wilderness, and pray to the mountain god or some other god to drive away the disease, take back his soul, and heal his body.

Usually the patient will stay alone in the mountains or wilderness for one night to make it easier for the gods to perform miracles. Others will come back to take a look the next day at dawn. If the patient wakes up, they will happily carry him back. If the patient dies, the gods will take him away and bury him directly on the spot. Others will go back and continue to live their lives happily.

This is undoubtedly feudal superstition without any scientific basis. Except for the occasional people with particularly strong luck, almost everyone died. But it is said that it was also a survival strategy at the time - the patient would die sooner or later anyway, and it was better to die early than later, so as not to drag the whole family to death. Sending the patient out of the village can also prevent the disease from spreading to women and children with weaker constitutions to a certain extent, so as not to affect the future of a village.

Yuanye had an idea in his mind. He touched the backpack on his chest and thought for a moment, then said to Jubei, "Take me over to have a look."

He could turn around and leave now. He thought that the villagers would at most find him a little strange and would not likely hunt him down. However, the food and water he had could only last for two or three days in the mountains. Meng Ziqi was unconscious and needed a safe and warm environment to recuperate. He would eventually have to come out and meet people, so it was better to deal with these villagers who looked like good citizens than to encounter some bad guys in the future.

Jubei naturally didn't mind that the noble wanted to see the patient and immediately led him over.

Yuanye put Meng Ziqi down and took a look at this unfortunate guy who was abandoned by his fellow villagers. He found that he looked to be in his forties, short but strong, wearing a plain jacket and a blue six-circle short haori of the same style as Jubei. However, he still had enough hair and was not bald, so he tied it into a bun on his head.

As for the illness...

Yuanye held his breath and leaned over to observe his face carefully, then he flipped over his eyelids and used the back of his hand to check the temperature of his forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that it was not a serious illness, just a severe cold. This guy was now unconscious and kept talking in delirium. He was simply confused due to the high fever.

He motioned to Jubei and the others to step back a few steps, reached into the mountaineering bag to open the first aid kit, took out an emergency antipyretic tablet, and then took out an oral anti-inflammatory drug. Considering that ancient people should not have any drug resistance, he used them sparingly and broke them in half directly. Then he stuffed the medicine into Jikuro's mouth and turned to Jubei and said, "Is there any water? Give him some water and help him swallow the medicine." Jubei was not surprised that Yuanye could cure illnesses. He had been in Arashi Castle for more than ten years and knew that some samurai were proficient in Chinese studies, which included medical skills. Many samurai would pick raw herbs and make various pills and medicines to treat themselves, their retainers, their retainers' companions or their friends.

Before, when Jikuro suddenly fell ill with a fever, he went to Arashi Castle to ask for medicine from his master, the Maeda family. The patriarch of the Maeda family, Okumura Iefuku, gave him a bag of herbal medicine made up of various strange grasses, leaves, and rhizomes. Jikuro drank it for three days before he fell ill and was almost dead. So it wouldn't hurt to get some treatment now.

Anyway, we'll just give it a try!
He immediately half-helped Cijiulang up, waved his hand, and shouted in dialect. A middle-aged woman with a sad face came over with a bamboo tube, unplugged it, and fed water to the patient Cijiulang to help him relieve his gas, and helped him swallow the pills. Yuanye then put a physical heat dissipation patch on Cijiulang's forehead.

The scene fell silent for a moment. Yuan Ye packed up his backpack, looked at his stupid son Meng Ziqi, then leaned against a rock and waited patiently, recovering his strength while keeping his hand close to the electric baton.

Jubei was unsure whether to continue praying to the mountain god. He carefully studied the heat dissipation patch on Jikuro's forehead, handed him over to the woman's care, and then carefully probed Yuanye: "Sir, now..."

"Wait a moment." Yuanye answered softly. Antipyretic drugs, anti-inflammatory drugs and physical heat dissipation can theoretically reduce the fever in half an hour at most, or at least lower the body temperature to a level that will not burn the brain.

It was getting dark, and Jubei directed the villagers to light torches, probably using soybean oil. A faint fishy smell immediately filled the air - there was no technology to deodorize soybean oil in ancient times. In this era, crude soybean oil was not used for eating, but was used as a moisture-proof material and building adhesive. Even using it to light lamps made people feel uncomfortable, and only poor people would use it.

A group of people were waiting silently in the fishy smell of fireworks. Yuanye secretly observed the expressions of these people. He saw that these people were standing in groups, whispering to each other at most. No one had impatience on their faces. Their patience and obedience were quite good. He was more certain that they were indeed not a group of mobs. They should have been under the control of a certain force for a long time and had been accepting stable rule, so they were relatively docile.

Then, his gaze shifted to the short haori of the half-bald old man Jubei.

The short haori is a sleeveless coat, a bit like a waistcoat or vest with a long hem. It is said that during the period when the Japanese nobles were in power, they liked to give this kind of coat to the samurai when they hunted for fun, using colors and emblems to distinguish different teams. Later, after the samurai took power, the short haori gradually evolved into a "civil servant uniform."

It is not surprising that the bald Jubei wears a short haori. He should be a low-level or peripheral member of a certain force. What is important is what force he belongs to. The six white circles on the short haori should be the family crest, that is, the family emblem. Yuanye is looking at this.

These six circles are five hollow circles tightly surrounding a solid circle, like a simple flower. Which family do they represent?
Is it a samurai family or a noble family?
When was this family active?
Yuan Ye was trying hard to recall the information and introductions he had seen while visiting the archives and museums. After thinking for more than ten minutes, he still had no clue. Suddenly, a woman's surprised voice came from the side: "The fever is gone, the fever is gone!" Then, the woman threw herself at his feet, buried her head deeply in the ground, and cried with joy, "Sir, thank you so much, thank you for saving our head, thank you for saving our family! Thank you so much!"

Yuanye also breathed a sigh of relief, feeling joyful in his heart.

Of course, I was not only happy that I saved a life, but I was also happy that I and my friends had found a relatively safe place to stay in this strange world.

I guess this family would treat their savior well, right?
I think they wouldn't be unhappy if their savior stayed a few more days and took a friend to recuperate, right?
(End of this chapter)