The patriarchs returned to the Lihuo tribe, and while repairing, the thief distributed the captured prey equally, which made the thief slightly surprised.

The prey was evenly distributed among each tribe, and there were about four hundred heads.

Patriarch Lin was happy, but the person in charge of the Lihuo people was a little unhappy. You must know that the Lihuo tribe has harvested nearly 100 in the past day.

As a result, for this hunt, everyone prepared for more than ten days, and what came to their hands was only the harvest of the past four or five days, but anyone who was not a fool knew that he had lost this account.

But what made everyone wonder was that the thief was not only not depressed about this, but on the contrary, he was very happy.

So much so that everyone thought that there was something wrong with the thief's head.

In fact, what most people don't know at all is that the prey is in the hands of the Lin tribe, which is basically no different from the one placed here in the Lihuo tribe, anyway, it will still go to their own hands after that.

On the fourth day of coming back for repairs, the engineering department made the first batch of copper pots.

Although it is said that there are only about ten copper pots that cannot be used by so many clansmen, after all, in the past, when everyone ate, several people sat together.

However, Ji Thief also has his own way, he sent these copper pots to the catering department, and then went to personally guide him, and after a busy day, he finally used the fat from the prey to stir-fry enough food.

When the meal was stir-fried, everyone couldn't stop drooling.

It was night, and everyone tasted the delicious food.

Although there are not many, the fresh way of eating stir-fried meat still makes everyone praise.

"It turns out that this way of eating is better than cooking food, patriarch, why didn't you say it before?"

In the hall of the thief, all the people in charge gathered, and Ah Liang yelled at the thief while eating the stir-fried vegetables on the table.

Tushan sat opposite Ah Liang, and the two of them swallowed desperately in their stomachs as if they were playing.

Seeing this, Ji Thief was a little speechless: "Can you be a little more reserved, everyone is here, what's the matter, let the two of you eat?"

Hearing this, the two of them smiled a little wryly: "Isn't that too delicious?" ”

Ji Thief rubbed his chin: "This is just the beginning, wait for more copper pots to be made in the future, to ensure that everyone can eat stir-fried food at once." ”

Everyone laughed when they heard this.

"Usma, everyone can eat stir-fried vegetables, you are indispensable, this month, your Yulu plus two hundred currency. Ji Thief said.

The corners of Usma's mouth twitched, and she stood up: "Many, thank you Patriarch..."

Before the word "adult" had fallen, he pounced and sat down again.

Seeing this, Ah Liang asked suspiciously, "Usma, are you too happy to stand on your feet?"

Usma propped up the table with both hands, gasping for breath between her throats, and reluctantly raised a smile and said, "But, maybe." ”

As he spoke, he gasped even harder.

Seeing this, Ji Thief frowned: "Usma, what's wrong with you?"

"I, I don't know what's going on, I've been getting more and more uncomfortable lately, and I always feel a little swollen in my head, and I feel a little nauseous. Usma said, rubbing her head.

Hearing this, Ji Thief couldn't help but straighten his attitude: "Is it because you are too tired? If that's the case, you should rest for a few days and put down all the work in hand." ”

As a crucial talent in the tribe, Ji Thief doesn't want Usma to go to work sick, and if something goes wrong, it's too late for him to regret it.

"No, no, patriarch, I, I can continue to work. As she said this, Usma's breathing became more and more rapid.

Seeing this, the thief frowned, put down the chopsticks in his hand and walked over, put his hand on Usma's forehead, and was taken aback: "Why is your head so hot? ”

Hearing this, Ah Qi immediately stood up: "Patriarch." ”

"Quick, go to the medical department!"

As soon as the words fell, the thief directly picked up Usma and put it on his back, carried him on his back, kicked the door open, and headed in the direction of the medical department.

Seeing this, the other responsible persons looked at each other, then put down the chopsticks in their hands and followed.

Everyone followed the thief all the way to the medical department, and then put Usma down, and before Ah Qi could bring the medicinal materials used to lower the body temperature, Usma, who was lying on the bed of the medical department, screamed, lying on the side of the bed, vomiting with pain on his face.

For a moment, the stench was tangy.

Seeing this, the thief was in a hurry, why did he vomit so well?

He sat down next to Usma, patting Usma on the back.

Snow ran out and brought in the broom that the thief had made out of thatch, and went to clean up the filth that Usma had spat out.

"Ah Qi, haven't you come yet?" Seeing all kinds of pain on Usma's face, the thief was not calm, and opened his mouth to shout.

"It's coming, it's coming, it's coming. ”

As she spoke, Ah Qi ran over with a jar, she looked at Ji Thief and said, "Patriarch, applying these to Lord Usma will make him feel better, and I will start boiling the herbs." ”

Ji Thief nodded, and rushed to the people in charge who followed: "The woman goes out first, Tushan, you come and take off the animal skin on Usma's body." ”

Tushan came up with a sound of promise, and according to the thief's instructions, he ripped Usma away, and immediately after, the thief began to open the jar and shake it, and it was full of the sound of water.

He reached in and dipped the juice from the jar on his hands and smeared it on Usma.

Every time he touched Usma's skin, he could feel the fiery sensation coming from above.

This feeling is like touching a stove, and the hot thief wants to give up.

When Usma's entire body was applied, the latter had fallen into a coma.

"This is sickness, and it won't be so serious, besides, how can you get sick if you're good. The thief gritted his teeth and muttered.

Tushan scratched his head and said, "Could it be because it's been cold lately?"

Ji Thief looked at Tushan and said, "Then why are we okay." ”

"Usma sits there all day, and he doesn't move, so he is definitely not as strong as us. ”

Tushan's words really make some sense.

Sitting there all day long, don't talk about Usma, even a fierce man like Tushan will also fall into the root of his illness.

"It seems that I have worked too much for Usma in the past. Ji Thief sighed.

Ah Liang, who stayed in the medical department, glanced at each other and asked Ji Thief, "Then, Patriarch, what should we do next?" Tomorrow is the hunting time agreed with Patriarch Lin. ”

Ji Thief thought for a while: "Ah Liang, I will leave this hunting task to you, you take the clansmen with you, I have to stay and take care of Usma, if something happens to him, I will regret it for the rest of my life." ”

Ah Liang was slightly surprised when he heard this: "I, can I?" I'm afraid that if you don't follow the patriarch, I will make things worse..."

Ji Thief raised his eyelids and looked at him: "It's okay, if it's broken, it's bad, it's like an experience, you just go with a normal heart, if you succeed, we make money with blood, and if we fail, we won't lose, understand?"

Ah Liang snorted: "Okay, okay, then I'll try my best." ”

"Well, you go and rest first, and leave me alone. Ji Thief said.

Tushan shook his head: "I'll stay too." ”

"Whatever you want. ”

So, that day and night, the thief did not leave Usma's side an inch.

In the process, Usma vomited countless times, and at the end, the sour water was spit out, and the incessant nausea convulsions made the thief blame himself for a while.

Afraid that Usma would vomit like this and hurt his stomach, Ji Thief asked Tushan to get some milk from the Ministry of Agriculture, and fed it to Usma's mouth.

It's just that it hasn't been long since the milk entered his stomach and he vomited it again.

It can be said that this night, the thief has not stopped.

Early the next morning, Yuki came to the medical department to deliver food to the thief.

The thief was tired and sleepy after a busy night's work, and besides, Usma's room was full of odors, and although it had been cleaned, the smell was not clean for a while.

"Sister, you can bring the food back first, I don't have an appetite right now. The thief sighed and spoke.

Xue nodded obediently, mumbled, her face flushed and walked out, but when she just walked to the door, her body suddenly shook, her hand holding the food shook, and there was a crisp sound, and the dishes and bowls in her hands fell to the ground one after another, and they fell to pieces.

The voice alarmed the thief, and he shouted in surprise: "Sister, what's wrong with you?"