Shengshi sweet medical concubine

Chapter 500 No Ice No Life
"It's here." The old man brought Wan'er and the others to a basement, pointed to a large box made of ice, and said to Wan'er and Qian Jian.

The basement is very spacious, with a few oil lamps hanging around it. In this dark cellar, there is a dim yellow light, which makes people feel extraordinarily cold. Wan'er glanced around, and a strange painting caught her attention. Note that this painting looks a bit simple and monotonous. It is just a mahogany table with a piece of bright yellow brocade cloth on it. On the cloth, there are two swords emitting circles of light. Out of the dragon-shaped pattern on the hilt, this is what Ji Ling and Ji Nian often wear around their waists as belts.

"Senior, is this the sword left by your ancestors?" Looking at the two special swords, Wan'er asked softly.

"That's right, these two are the Ice Silkworm Cicada Wing Swords." The old man didn't pay attention to the strangeness on Wan'er's face, but simply answered her, and then accompanied Qian Jian to the ice-condensed box.

Wan'er didn't pause too much, just looked at it casually, asked a question, confirmed the answer, and walked behind Qian Jian and the others.

The ice silkworm does not look strange, it looks like an ordinary snow-white insect, about the thickness of a man's thumb, but as long as a man's middle finger with slightly longer fingers, the whole body is snow-white, the eyes are slightly light blue, and it is lit by a dim yellow oil lamp. You can also see a faint colored halo on their bodies.

"The ice silkworm is currently in the early stage of silk spinning, and it is extremely fierce. It will bite anything it encounters." The old man lowered his head, looked at the ice silkworm inside, and said to Wan'er and Qian Jian.

"Then how can I catch it?" Wan'er looked at the ice silkworm lying on the ice, which seemed to be asleep, and asked the old man eagerly.

This is the key question Wan'er wants to know, because she has traveled thousands of miles and risked her life to come here just for these seemingly ordinary bugs.

"It doesn't matter how you take it when it spins silk and cocoons, and then cuts the cocoons, and then puts them on a warm quilt. After a few years, they can spin silk again and cocoon again." The old man looked up at Wan'er and replied.

Hearing what he said, Wan'er felt a little miraculous. She knew that ordinary silkworms spun silk once, then turned into moths after making cocoons, and then reproduced for the second generation. It can be married twice, but Wan'er didn't come to understand the habits of ice silkworms, so she doesn't want to care about these.

"But don't you usually feed it?" Wan'er looked at the old man with some doubts and asked.

If you want to feed them, then there must be feces. If so, then you must clean them. Don’t you need to catch them when cleaning?

"Of course I will." The old man said with a smile, then raised his finger and pointed to a box of ice cubes of the same size next to him, and said: "When you give food, you just put the food in there, and they will Crawl over and peel off their skin after eating, and they will crawl back by themselves. They don’t eat every day. Generally, they will eat once for ten days and a half months until they form cocoons. After cocoons are formed, they usually don’t eat for half a year. If you want to eat a big meal, then there are only a hundred or so ice silkworms, and they will eat about ten catties." The old man smiled and said, looking at him, he is still very proud of these things.

It's just that Wan'er has been wondering why only they have this ice silkworm. If it is said to be raised, and they were not in this icy and snowy place before, then it is not an environmental reason, but why there is no other place.

"Aside from you, does anyone else have ice silkworms?" In the end, Wan'er asked this question anyway, because she felt that if she had it elsewhere, she would not come here at such a risk if she needed to use it in the future. .

"Now we only have about a hundred of them together, and they are all raised here." The old man didn't quite understand what Wan'er meant, and thought he was asking him if only his family had them.

"I mean there is no other place, that is, is there any place other than your place?" Seeing that the old man didn't understand what she meant, Wan'er had no choice but to explain in detail again.

"The ice silkworms originally grew here. Our ancestors encountered them once and found them. At that time, there were only four of them. Later, we raised them and multiplied them." The old man finally understood what Wan'er meant, and I explained it patiently.

However, Wan'er still has doubts. Since they captured them, they can feed them, so why can't others support them? Not only did they ask the old man suspiciously: "Does the ice silkworm need very harsh living conditions?" ?”

"It must be iced, or the temperature is below zero, and meat must be eaten. You can't give it anything vegetarian, or it will get sick and die." The old man replied seriously.

Hearing his explanation, Wan'er was in a difficult situation. It was easy to say that she had to eat meat, but she needed ice. Where did she get ice that would not melt every day? In the prosperous age, there are four distinct seasons. It's possible, but she can't stop winter from leaving.

"Then how did you feed it back then?" Wan'er really couldn't think of a way, but since they also moved here from outside, maybe they can learn from how they raised it back then.

"This is only passed down from my ancestors. It is said that I dug a deep and large cellar in winter, and then filled it with snow, so that it will not melt for a year, and then it will be replaced in the next winter. , but there is another saying that on the island where our ancestors lived, there is a place like this, where the four seasons are full of ice and snow." The old man said with some uncertainty.

Hearing this answer, Wan'er was completely taken aback. If the cellar was dug in winter, it would definitely not work to take it back now, and it is a long way from here to the prosperous age. Maybe it will die of heat on the way, and I want a place where the four seasons are ice and sky , there is no prosperous age, how to deal with this, is it because Ji Ling is really hopeless.

"But I want to take it back from here, and there is no place for ice and snow in our place." Wan'er finally lowered her head, expressing the embarrassment in her heart.

"It's just for medicine, and you don't raise it, do you need it to live?" Seeing Wan'er's troubled look, Qian Jian smiled and said.

"No, it's written on it that it must be alive, and it's saliva, that is, the silk that has just been spit out, not the corpse of the ice silkworm, and the silk also requires that it can't be for a long time, let alone the ice silkworm. It died and remained in the mouth." Wan'er shook her head and explained to Qian Jian.

In fact, Qian Jian should have read the records in those medicine books, and probably knew that Ji Ling had been poisoned by that kind of poison, so she was impatient and didn't read it too carefully.

(End of this chapter)