Chapter 13 Herbal Medicine
Many people in the 21st century lack the understanding that in many places in ancient times, clothes were not necessities but luxuries. In some places, they were both necessities and luxuries.
Even wearing new clothes without patches is a naked act of showing off wealth, and a rich person just showing off his quilt is enough to give his next door neighbor pink eye.
Even though the clothes worn by Garris and his party are now made of linen like the farmers, the newness, number of patches, and cleanliness can all be distinguished by a discerning eye at a glance.
After confirming that Garris and his group were not farmers, the people in the village behaved a bit at a loss. They just stood there, neither rejecting nor welcoming them. They were in a state of bewilderment.
It wasn't until Garris took the initiative to step forward and say hello to these indifferent people that the farmers responded to show that they were not scarecrows.
"We are monks who are on pilgrimage to the Holy Land. We pass by you and want to settle down here." Garris introduced himself.
The monks that Garris mentioned here are not monks who cultivate immortality, but are the names given to practitioners by the Catholic Church and the Orthodox Church.
Generally speaking, monks follow various rules and precepts like monks, and at the same time they also assume some social service responsibilities, such as assisting in the daily operations of the church, serving as teachers, or providing social relief...
Different religious orders have different concepts. For example, some religious orders take spreading the faith as their mission, some religious orders take it as their mission to save slaves of the same faith, and some religious orders such as the Knights Templar and the Knights Hospitaller. This kind of regiment... takes the Crusade as its mission.
In short, the status of a monk is actually very valuable, but he is respected by the world.
But Garris's introduction made several surrounding villagers even more confused. After all, for most people in the village, the monk was too high-level, and it was the first time in his life that he had encountered it.
Fortunately, these villagers at least had no ill intentions, and there was no language barrier when communicating with Garris.
After experiencing the early stage of chatting with each other, Garris and the others gained a little trust from the farmers here and learned some basic information about the village.
For example, this is still a village under the jurisdiction of Transjordan Territory, but there is a tax collector collecting taxes nearby, and at the east end of the village there is a very powerful herbalist who can not only cure diseases but also predict the future. .
Just as Garis was sitting in the shade of a tree chatting with a middle-aged man with rotten teeth, a child led a cow toward the village at the entrance of the village.
It was a local breed of cattle in the Middle East that was somewhat different from the cattle breeds in China. This kind of cattle was heat-resistant, drought-tolerant, highly adaptable, and suitable for surviving and working in the climate conditions of the Middle East.
And when the cow appeared, the middle-aged man who was happily chatting with Garris stared at the cow intently.
In the eyes of this middle-aged man, it seemed that it was no longer an ordinary cow, but gold, silver and jewelry, a collection of the most beautiful things he could imagine.
"Is this the herbalist's cow?" Garris had obtained this information from his previous words.
The middle-aged man's nodding response confirmed what Garris said.
"He has more than one cow at home!" The middle-aged man's words had a rather ambiguous meaning. It was a kind of admiration, a kind of jealousy, and a kind of helplessness.
After all, he himself does not own cattle, and as large livestock required for agricultural production, the significance of cattle is too great.
After such small talk, when Simon and Caffey became a little impatient, Garris stood up and suggested that the middle-aged man take him to the herbalist's house.
For Garris, a rural herbalist was actually a rather strange and unfamiliar existence. Doctors in the city are not very similar to herbalists in the countryside, especially in the Middle East.
Of course, it's not that one of them is better than the other, but it's just that medieval medical skills are really bad in their own way.
Human creativity and imagination have been so boldly displayed that human physical fitness cannot keep up, and they can only be played to death.
Of course, if the other party is really capable, Garris will actually think about how to recruit him.
The middle-aged man was originally a little unwilling and unwilling, but after Garris revealed a silver coin of poor quality, the middle-aged man licked his lips and took the initiative to lead the way.
After entering the village, Garris and the others could more deeply feel the appearance of this village. It was low, dilapidated, and full of barbaric desolation. Compared with the previous Skaar Village, it was obviously one or two grades lower.
But among these houses, there are still a few that you can take a look at.
And this middle-aged man with rotten teeth also gave a brief introduction: "That set belongs to the village chief's house, that set belongs to the landlord of Cardoso, and the one to the east belongs to the herbalist's house. ”
Looking in the direction pointed by the middle-aged man, I saw that although the house I saw was also built with yellow mud, it was cleaner and neater than the other houses. It even had a yard built and a piece of land enclosed.
And when Garris and the others approached, they could still see a circle of people surrounding the courtyard.
In the middle of this group of people, there was an old woman lying, who looked like she was sick.
At the other end of the yard, an old man was packing some herbs, obviously planning to prepare the medicine to treat the woman.
Garris did not rush to intervene, but observed for a while, then his expression changed drastically, and he rushed forward to stop the old man from grabbing a certain medicinal material.
"What?! What are you going to do?!" When the old man noticed that his hand was suddenly grabbed by a stranger, he instinctively wanted to break free, but the strength gap between him and Garris was too big, and he couldn't break free no matter what. , can only question in panic.
"This thing is poisonous." Garris said concisely.
At this moment, Garris could identify the plant in the old man's hand without the knowledge of his previous life, only relying on his knowledge in this life.
This thing is called belladonna, which belongs to the order Solanaceae, the family Solanaceae, and the genus Solanum.
One theory is that in modern Europe, some people called tomatoes the devil's apple and believed that tomatoes were poisonous. This was because the entire Solanaceae family was poisonous per capita.
In the nightshade family, belladonna is the best among the nightshades, and it belongs to the category where eating a few more bites can kill you.
The alkaloids contained in it are enough to cause symptoms such as insanity, hallucinations, delirium and convulsions.
Continue to deliver food, 88
(End of chapter)