C357 â Thousand Gold Grains
Posted on May 6, 2019 by AzureOrchid92
Although the mountain wall was almost perpendicular to the ground that, for many people, it would be difficult to climb, for Shao Xuan, it was nothing. After all, he had been doing this kind of climb up a mountain often in the tribe when hunting, so he was experienced.
The old man stood below, watching Shao Xuan leap from the ground. He cleverly crawled from below up the mountain wall like a gecko sticking to the wall, looking comfortable and not struggling at all. Seeing this scene, the old man could not help but raise his gray eyebrows, staring at the back of Shao Xuan with burning eyes.
Shao Xuan, who was crawling up the mountain wall, sensed something. He stopped and turned back to look at the old man below.
The old man smiled oddly, then waved his hand at Shao Xuan, pointing to the grass on the mountain wall. âGo on, continue.â
Shao Xuan suppressed his questions and continued to climb up. Then, he reached out to the grass to pluck it, intending to directly pull it down.
âHey! Donât pull it, donât pull! Dig the roots. With the roots it can last longer. Just dig with my knife, then!â The old man pulled a strange bronze knife out of his leather bag, then threw it over to Shao Xuan.
Itâs a lot of crap. Shao Xuan abdomen.
[E/N: Donât get this. (ďž_-;)âŚ]
The throw was accurate. Shao Xuan left his one hand clasped on the wall of the mountain, while the other hand caught the knife. Then, with the knife, he dug out the white striped grass.
The knife looked strange, but very suitable for digging this kind of grass growing on the wall of the mountain. It was not long before the grass root was dug out.
âDone.â Shao Xuan threw the knife and grass down.
The old man hurried over, ignoring the falling knife, and carefully caught the fallen grass.
âWhat do you use this grass for?â Shao Xuan came down from the wall of the mountain and saw the old man cut down a piece of grass and put it in his mouth.
âMedicine, useful for bone injuries.â The old man did not say much, just kept vigorously chewing on the leaves, the muscles on his face twitching. After chewing and swallowing it, he felt that it was not enough, so he cut down a smaller leaf, then kept chewing.
Remembering the old manâs bone injury on his arm, Shao Xuan stared at the grass. He also saw the old man chewing on the grass changing his expression like his pain was lessening. Shao Xuan asked, âHow does it taste?â
The old man didnât say much, just cut off a small leaf and handed it to Shao Xuan. âTaste it?â
âCan I eat it without an injury?â
âYou can as long as you donât eat a lot. Itâs okay.â
âThen, I will.â Shao Xuan took the leaves. When he had dug it out, he did not look closely, so only now did he find that the veins of the grass looked flexible. However, it was harder than he imagined, especially the parts with the thickest white stripes or veins. It seemed like a hard snap could have it make a crisp sound.
After taking a bite of the leafâs tip first, Shao Xuan felt a cool bitter taste but did not find any side effect in his body. Then, he bit half a leaf, chewing it all up. This time, after eating the more veiny parts, the rich bitterness offset the cool taste down.
No wonder the old manâs face muscles were twitching like it was bitter.
The old man also wanted to see Shao Xuanâs bitter face, but found that Shao Xuan just wrinkled into a frown. There was no other expression.
Did it not taste good? Thought the old man. If so, then this young man is so pathetic that he canât taste the taste of the world.
Ignoring the old manâs thoughts, Shao Xuan ate the whole leaf after chewing. The bitter taste gradually faded away, but the cool feeling remained. His exhaustion lessened a lot, but as for his bones, since he had no bone injuries, the changes in Shao Xuan was not obvious. He just felt that there seemed to be some power flowing into his bones.
Now that the old man was all right, Shao Xuan turned to leave. This time, Shao Xuan just moved, but the old man hurriedly stopped him.
âHey, wait. Youâre going that way? Iâll come with you.â The old man straightened up and put the white striped grass carefully inside a skin bag.
Shao Xuan turned to look at the old man. He didnât say anything, waiting for the old man to follow up his words.
âIâm here to find something too. Although Iâm not familiar with the area, I know more than you do. Donât think that the area is desolate, thereâs a lot of poisonous plants here. If anything happens to you, I can help,â said the old man.
âWhat else?â Shao Xuan waited.
âIf itâs not inconvenient for you, if I find anything, you can help me get it.â The old man thought it was a really good idea, âOk, thatâs it.â
Shao Xuan ignored him and went on along his planned route.
The old man quickly kept up, continuing to persuade Shao Xuan.
When the old manâs spit was almost dry, Shao Xuan asked, âWhat are you looking for here?â
âIâm looking forâŚâ The old man suddenly cut off his words. He seemed a little reluctant and didnât not want to say it.
Seeing Shao Xuan continue forward, the old man followed, sighing, âHave you ever heard of âthousand gold grainsâ?â
The name had âgoldâ, but it certainly did not refer to gold, the metal. Since the old man came here, and seeing his actions, he should be looking for a plant? Since the name was with the word âgoldâ, it either referred to its color or it was used to highlight its value.
After thinking, Shao Xuan shook his head. âNever heard of it.â
The old man looked at Shao Xuan with an expression thinking he was really ignorant. âI came to this place just to find âthousand gold grainsâ. According to reports, itâs a plant that produces thousands of grains and is drought-tolerant and can grow in barren places where rainwater is scarce.â
âSo you came here to try your luck?â Shao Xuan asked. This place was really barren too, although there was a stream in the mountains. However, this place looked like it did not experience much rain.
âYes, we grow crops in my land, but there was little rain in these two years, and I heard that the drought will last for several years.â As he was speaking, the old man was extremely emotional. But complaining was useless, so he came looking for these drought-tolerant food crops.
âDonât you have a witch or a wizard? Canât they call for rain?â Shao Xuan asked again. He didnât know if this side has tribes that could ask for rain, so he was probing. In this place, in addition to some tribeâs shaman, there were some independent full-time shamans that many people would pay some remuneration to to please. Thereupon, they would help solve some of the peopleâs problems they couldnât solve themselves.
As the old man listened, he showed an angry face. âForget that bunch of crap! Saying their family were descendants of ancient sorcerers, but they couldnât even beg for the rain to come down, useless!â
He dared to call the shamans âuselessâ. So far, this was the first time Shao Xuan had heard such, and it was in an angry tirade. Even the people of the Macca tribe would be absolutely afraid to say that shamans were useless. Of the people he had encountered, majority of them even held shamans in a kind of awe-inspiring mindset. Except for the one next to him.
If they couldnât solve the problem of rain, they could only work on the crops. No matter what the old manâs temper was, trekking for a thousand miles trek in order to find a solution was admirable.
âThat âthousand gold grainsâ, what does it look like?â Shao Xuan asked.
âItâs the thousand gold grains! Of course, I havenât seen it with my own eyes.â
âNever seen it, then how will you find it?â
âI can recognize it when I see it.â The old man didnât think there was anything wrong with it at all.
âBy the way, whatâs your name?â asked the old man.
âShao Xuan, and you old man?â
âMy name is Ju.â The old man also wrote the word on the ground with a branch as he introduced himself.
The old man did not ask which tribe Shao Xuan was from. He was not interested in which tribe he came from.
Shao Xuan was ready to ask again, wanting to inquire about the Flaming Horns tribe from the old man, but the old man suddenly spoke. âThat, Shao something, get that for me too.â
âI wonât. Iâm not your slave.â Shao Xuan also did not turn back, instead walked forward.
Seeing that Shao Xuan had already gone far, the old man finally realized the tone he was using. He hurriedly went to slow down and pull Shao Xuan. âPlease help me. Take that one for me too.â