Hu Yi seemed relieved to see that Uncle Jianyi was not suffering from the epidemic, but an infection caused by Jin Chuang.
He looked closely at the wound and sighed: "I'm afraid that the weapon was injured by the gold juice. If there is no good gold wound medicine, I may not be able to recover."
Medicine, Zhang Liang was enlightened and prepared penicillin and erythromycin. After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't think of how to prepare it. At this time, I wanted to take out my mobile phone and look it up on Baidu. Zhang Liang only remembered that the moldy oranges contained it, let alone how to extract it. It would not be a joke if it was eaten bad and aggravated the condition.
Zhang Liang looked at Lao Hutou and wiped his uncle with a cold water rag. Pushing away the old bearded man, he gently wiped only the forehead, palms and soles of his feet.
I couldn't help but recall that when I was a child, I had a fever and my parents were diligently wiping me around because they refused to take medicine. A feeling of sadness came to my heart.
Now we are not thousands of miles away from our parents, but thousands of years apart.
Suppressing the sadness and mumbling nonsense when looking at the bargain, you can vaguely hear: "Liang'er's marriage has been decided, I'm here to see Sanniang."
For a moment, the circles around his eyes turned red, and tears kept flowing like broken threads.
Seeing Zhang Liang crying so sadly, Lao Hutou couldn't bear it, so he took Hu Yi outside the house. After the two discussed for a long time, Lao Hutou stepped into the house and comforted Zhang Liang while saying: "Brother Yi, I agree to temporarily Lend us a sheep, sell it for money, and ask the doctor to treat Brother Cai's injury."
Zhang Liang also regained his senses, doctor? If a quack doctor is hired in this poor rural frontier fortress, it will not be in vain to save my uncle's life.
The doctor's methods are not as good as Zhang Liang's knowledge of standing on the shoulders of giants. At least Zhang Liang knew that infection was caused by microbial bacteria. At least seventeen centuries ago, it was impossible for humans except Zhang Liang to know that. Even Washington in the eighteenth century was treated to death by miraculous bloodletting.
Golden juice is just feces and water containing a lot of bacteria. Zhang Liang only needs to reopen the wound, remove the suppurated part, suture it again, pay attention to disinfection and anti-inflammation, and it is estimated that he can treat it well.
The best way to disinfect is alcohol. Alcohol can be purified from ordinary wine, which is nothing more than distillation and cooling.
Seeing Lao Hutou imitating Zhang Liang and gently wiping it for his uncle, Zhang Liang calmed down and asked, "Is there any wine?"
Old Hutou looked embarrassed and shook his head, indicating that he was not willing to face Hu Yi again.
Zhang Liang stepped out of the house and saw Hu Yi and his daughter arguing about something in front of the barn.
Striding forward, I heard Hu Jinling angrily say: "If you want to sell it, dad just sell it to the slave family..."
Hu Yi interrupted: "Nonsense, although this sheep was raised by Ling'er, it is still a beast after all."
I saw that little lady, with pear blossoms and rain, charming and delicate, silent and beautiful, holding a silk handkerchief in her hand.
Zhang Liang stepped forward and saw the young lady standing in front of the waist-high lamb. She hurriedly clasped her fists and saluted, "My father-in-law, don't be in a hurry to sell the lamb. Do you have some wine?"
Hu Yi stroked his beard and said, "Wine, old man, I did drink it during the Spring Festival the year before last. It's just that the past few years have been bad and I haven't prepared for it."
Zhang Liang has one head and two heads. He forgets that this is a mountain village area, and ordinary people can't afford drinks.
But he didn't see a pair of phoenix eyes, which changed from pear blossoms and rain to cloudy and sunny.
Hu Yi still kept her hand on her beard and said, "Young official, what do you want to drink?"
Zhang Liang said without thinking: "Refining alcohol for sterilization."
Hu Yi asked curiously: "What are these essences and bacteria?"
Zhang Liang ignored Hu Yi's curiosity and asked Zhang Liang to explain to the ancients what purification and microorganisms were. After explaining it, he probably had a headache.
Just when Zhang Liang was about to ask to borrow grain, he saw a handful of red grains in the jade fingers, which he brought to the sheep.
The sheep was not polite and started chewing.
Zhang Liang didn't think much, snatched the seeds from Hu Jinling's hand, rubbed them a few times, and blew off the red skin to reveal the beige fruit.
But he didn't know that he had touched the cold and smooth finger, and the owner of the finger turned slightly red.
Zhang Liang recognized it at a glance. Isn’t this sorghum? If you're really sleepy, bring me a pillow. It looks like I'll be saved.
Hu Yi shook his beard and said, "Unreasonable." Hu Jinling's face turned even redder.
Only then did Zhang Liang discover the feeling he had just felt, but to Zhang Liang, it didn't matter. As long as he squeezed through the No. 4 subway in Beijing's rush hour, these contacts were nothing.
Then he cupped his fists and saluted and said, "My father-in-law, can you lend me some of this sorghum?"
"What are the officials doing with this sorghum?" Hu Yisheng said suspiciously.
Zhang Liang didn't answer again.
Hu Yi said helplessly: "Follow me."
Then the two of them walked towards the granary at the back and saw a warehouse full of so-called sorghum and bean sprouts, that is, sorghum and soybeans.
Zhang Liang seemed to see piles of wine and soybean oil, but Hu Yi saw Zhang Liang's eyes shining and thought that Zhang Liang had never seen so much food.
He coughed a few times and said, "Little official, do you know these are feed?"
Zhang Liang was surprised and said: "These good things are all for animals to eat, which is a great loss of nature."
Hu Yi chuckled. She originally wanted to show off her business experience and support this junior. However, these are just fodder for livestock.
But in Laizhou, when it snows in winter and livestock cannot graze the grassland under the snow, the nomadic people living nearby are willing to trade some precious fox furs or cow and sheep skins for these sorghum and bean sprouts for fear of starving and thinning their livestock.
Hu Yi then resold the fox furs and cattle and sheep skins and waited until the autumn grain harvest was cheaper, then bought a large amount of sorghum and bean sprouts.
Just as he was about to organize his words, he was interrupted by Zhang Liang: "My father-in-law, I can lend you this warehouse of feed."
Hu Yi was stunned on the spot. Zhang Liang thought that Hu Yi was reluctant to let go, but he added: "My father-in-law, I will give you a warehouse of wheat back."
Hu Yi laughed loudly and said: "I'll just lend it to you. You don't have to pay back the wheat. You can just pay it back as you want."
But when the two of them were talking, they didn't notice a curious baby, holding a sheep, eavesdropping on their conversation in the corner.
Zhang Liang returned to the house and saw that Old Hutou was still taking good care of Uncle Cheap, so he told him the news that Uncle Cheap was saved.
Old Hutou was also very pleasantly surprised, but Zhang Liang also asked him to get a few jars, some yeast, some gauze, and a set of knives.
Lao Hutou handed Zhang Liang the knife he carried with him and went out to buy some.
It's a pity that Hu Yi's family didn't have an urn or yeast. Several villages up and down Lao Hutou Mountain were running out of food, so they exchanged small iron pots bought on the road for a few urns that were chipped or cracked.
Zhang Liang was not idle either. He fetched water from the river, washed the sorghum, crushed the cleaned sorghum and put it into several urns to combine with the yeast.
To be on the safe side, Zhang Liang did not invest too much sorghum at one time.
