7: Starts to Heal the Little Brother (1)

It's absolutely as horrible as it sounds.

ShanYang's appearance has always been reminding Sol Ming of the possibilities of a cannibal, man-eater, killer, and a very barbaric man in the primitive era. 

Now, in which is her current self-proclaimed master. 

How much she wanted to erase that pecking order. 

Yet, in reality, for the others, such as Meng Meng, he has to drop on the ground as soon as they see any related members of the tribe; a man or a woman, it would be certain as master, whereas they are related to the tribe's clan people. 

The orange-haired boy's head is already buried in the mud. 

Sol Ming was taken aback by the action and couldn't help but frown. 

Her thoughts are raising questions. 

Does this imply that all of the slaves here are required to do this kowtowed to any superior person or masters? If that is the case, she knows she will be infuriated in no time.

That is clearly impossible for her! 

Such an act is demeaning to her!

"Master Shan Yang!" yelled Meng Meng. His body was still resting on the ground and continued with saying out his known purpose of coming. "My master sent me here to help!"

Shan Yang appeared displeased at first, but then sighed. 

It wasn't uncommon for other warrior's slaves to work at other family's tents in exchange for small meat, but he was known to want anyone to be inside his tent, even if it was his brother's Shan Qiu's favorite slave. 

He ignored the boy as he walked into his tent just as he came face to face with Sol Ming's watchful gaze.

Then after seeing him, the female sl*ve immediately looks down on the ground, seemingly becoming afraid of him.

That's how he interpreted it, and the churning in his guts has subsided a little. Then he tossed the large meat in his hands into the pile of animal skins he'd been using as a cooking area.

While Sol Ming is secretly observing what she perceived to be the man's brutal next actions; well, in making his food. He held a medium-sized sharp bone that looked far from any kitchen knife, and then went down slicing the meat at once.

Being the closest person to this masculine man, of course she could see how the edge of the bone-knife slowly goes on tearing motion against the flesh—at first, it looks a bit soft, slow and slow, as it is getting way more rougher, and then it slides down as if shreds carelessly. 

After that, Sol Ming's eyes were unable to turn away, leaving her speechless. Just, just what the hell is that? And when she caught the man suddenly throwing out the bones as if it was useless anymore.

As a chef from her time she wants to cry out.

It is still possible to make it as stock.

A thought of delicious bone's broth almost made her mouth flow with saliva. That which doesn't even last another second. 

As the barbaric man unceremoniously took the bloody head of his unknown animal, she concluded that it bore no resemblance to a modern pig or boar.

Then began crushing it by using a large bone, much like someone attempting to manually mince fleshy meat. Sol Ming has become uneasy as a result of this vivid and clear visualization.

Her mind refuses to let go of the previous images of the butcher, resulting in cold sweat beading on her brow, and she trembled inwardly.

She had even forgotten about Meng Meng, who was still bowing on the ground. Shan Yang once looked at Sol Ming and saw that the latter was looking terrified. It convinced him that the female sl*ve is absolutely frightened of him, and it made him feel a bit good.

That added points to his heart, assuring him that the other wouldn't play any tricks on him. 

"Meng, come here. Help her in removing my brother's Guang curse." Meng Meng finally raises his head to peer inside the tent after being called. He noticed that his newly acquainted sister does not all appear to be in good spirits.

"Yes, Master." He responded. 

Then he went over to Sol Ming's side. "Sister Ming, please let me help you."

As she awoke from his trance-like state, Sol Ming took a deep breath before she faced the orange-haired boy who gave her eyes filled with concerns. Though she is a bit uncomfortable in such expression it didn't stop her from showing a slow, slow and fake smile.  

"Alright. Would you mind showing me what you're holding?"

"Here, sister Ming."

"Alright." Taking the leaves of an unknown plant, Sol Ming examined them. 

Though the light isn't as bright inside the tent as it was outside, she could still think about what this plant could be. 

Nature, as far as she is concerned, knows the best way to heal. 

The orange-haired guy-Meng–Meng-was said to use this plant. The chances of it healing are then very good. 

As she became more engrossed in her grasping of the plant, she attempted to recall any knowledge from her previous life. That certainly brings back nostalgic memories, but it has also made her feel a little downcast. 

"Look, what do you think it is?"

"Plants."

"Silly, this isn't just a plant."

"But, didn't you ask what it was? Are you blind old man that is a plant." Sol Ming, nine years old, grumbled as she touched the reddening nose that the older man beside her had pinched.

It's not that painful, but her child's mind was clearly irritated and wronged by the action.

The old man depressingly sighed."Now, look who's talking back. I shouldn't have sent you back to that mansion in the first place. You've gone from being a crybaby to being a spoiled young lady."

"Aren't I a legitimate young lady?"

"It'd be preferable if you didn't."

She yelled, "Granpa!", because she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Shh, shh, I'm only joking." Then her little head was affectionately patted by large hands that she has forgotten  to be angry, asking, "Then, w-what is it?"  

"Acanthus polystachyus Delile," in which a scientific name which made Sol Ming dream of it every night for almost two weeks trying to memorize it over, over, and over again along with other plans, and that is all because her grandfather ordered it as punishment.

"Sister Ming? Acandus?" Looking at the boy next to her attempting to pronounce the name she had mastered for a month had lifted the rising longing in her heart.  

Sol Ming immediately feels compelled to share what she believes to be the plants that would help them now, and might be in future, but not before sneaking a peek at the busy man on the other side. Just in case her so-self-proclaimed-master will engages in barbaric behavior while they are conversing. 

Who knows where that bone-knife will end up later. 

Sol Ming began discussing with Meng Meng in low voices after of observing Shan Yang's concentration was on his meat. 

Making the thought-to-be-busy man, whose ears can pick up on even the smallest movement, listen in secret. 

He was curious to hear what his female sl*ve would say to the foreign words he heard for the first time. 

"This is tribal knowledge where you can use to heal, this plant fresh leaf's can help in wound treatment, and in that by crushing it, mixing with water, and then applying it to the affected part." Though there is no guarantee that this will cause Shan Yang's younger brother to heal as quickly as a miracle. 

She understands that beggars cannot be choosers. 

So she'll try this and look for others once she's able to see the outside of this tent.