In ancient times, there were no antibiotics. Once a wound became infected, we had to fight hard and rely on our own immune system.
If you can handle it, you can survive. If you can't, you can only blame yourself for your bad luck.
The production and extraction of penicillin was too troublesome. Not to mention that Han Zhen didn't know the method at all. Even if he knew the whole process, he wouldn't be able to make it under the current environment.
So, we can only leave it to fate.
Han Zhen sighed silently in his heart.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a handful of garlic cloves scattered on the ground, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.
Han Zhen's eyes lit up and he quickly ordered: "Zhang He, take people to find garlic. The more the better!"
Big...garlic?
Zhang He froze on the spot, his face full of confusion.
After coming back to his senses, he said with a strange expression: "Village Chief, it's still early for dinner now, why don't we eat later."
Apart from eating, Zhang He really couldn't think of any use for Han Zhen's sudden request for garlic.
During the Northern Song Dynasty, garlic had become an essential seasoning for stir-fry dishes.
Moreover, people in Sichuan and Guanzhong especially like to eat raw garlic.
"What nonsense, just go if you are told."
Han Zhen was too lazy to explain, so he ordered: "Remember, the more, the better. Then find a mortar and some warm water."
After sending Zhang He away, he called Xiao Chong.
"Go find some soju. It must be soju, not rice wine or rice wine."
"good!"
Xiao Chong nodded and began to search for the wine jar in the lobby.
Shaojiu has been around since the Northern Song Dynasty. Volume 13 of Wu Zimu's "Mengliang Lu" records: "In Xiaorenfangkou, crystal red and white shochu once made a noise. Its taste is fragrant and soft, and it disappears in the mouth."
At this time, the output of rice wine and fruit wine is extremely high, but these two wines are not storage-resistant due to their rough brewing process.
In hot weather, if left for a little longer, it will become sour.
It would be too wasteful to just throw it away.
So someone came up with the idea of collecting these sour rice wine and fruit wine at a low price, steaming them twice, and finally evolved into shochu.
The emergence of soju has not changed anything.
Although the aroma is strong, the taste is too strong, so it is not recognized by the upper class.
Compared with shochu, high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen and gentry prefer fresh and elegant rice wine and fruit wine.
Today, the vast majority of people who drink soju are from the lower classes.
For example, dock workers, a bowl of it in winter is cheap, satisfying, and can keep you warm all day long.
"Brother Han, when I was looking for a drink, I found this man hiding under the table."
Xiaochong said, dragging a person in his hand, and came to Han Zhen.
Before Han Zhen could ask questions, the square-faced man on the other side of the hall, who was bandaging his wounds, reminded him: "Little Langjun, this man is the third boss in the village and is also Shi Bao's military advisor."
Hearing this, Han Zhen waved his hand and wrote lightly: "Just kill him."
Mr. Zhang suddenly panicked, cried and begged for mercy: "This young gentleman, I have never done anything harmful to the world. I was just forced to become a so-called military advisor. I know nothing about making plans. Shi Bao asked me for advice. It’s like asking a question from a blind person.”
Oh, you still know how to ask Yu blind?
Han Zhen glanced at him and asked, "A scholar?"
Mr. Zhang quickly replied: "I went to school when I was young and attended a private school for several years."
"Don't kill yet."
Han Zhen ordered Xiao Chong, and then pointed to the corner: "Go and squat there, I will come back to you later."
"Thank you, Mr. Xiaolang, for not killing me."
Mr. Zhang bowed repeatedly, then quickly walked to the corner and squatted down obediently.
Not long after, Xiao Chong came back with two jars of wine: "Second Brother Han, I've found some soju."
Han Zhen took a jar, went up to smell it, then picked it up and took a small sip.
It's okay, the temperature is about 25 degrees.
Generally speaking, if the alcohol concentration is below 40, the bactericidal effect will be minimal, but for the current situation, it is better than nothing.
"Come and help!"
Han Zhen said hello and asked several soldiers with minor injuries to wipe the wounds of the three seriously injured ones.
Unwrapping the bandage on Wang Wu's body, he wiped it with soju and warned: "Be careful, just wipe the outer edge and surface of the wound. Don't get the wine into the wound."
"We saved it."
Although the soldiers did not understand the meaning of Han Zhen's actions, they still obeyed him honestly.
After wiping is completed, wrap it again with a clean cloth.
After treating the three seriously injured people, Han Zhen ordered: "You can wipe your wounds with soju yourself, and be sure not to drink it secretly."
If he didn't say anything, these soldiers would definitely take a few sips secretly.
Everyone has injuries on their bodies. If they drink alcohol by then, they are afraid that the wounds will burst again and bleed.
On the other side, the way the deserters were dealt with was much rougher.
I saw the square-faced man with soju in his mouth, spraying the wine on the wound with a pop, and then tore off a linen bandage.
At this moment, Ma Sangou came with Yuan Chuliu.
As soon as he entered the lobby, Yuan Chuliu's face turned pale as corpses and mutilated limbs were strewn all over the floor. He smelled the strong smell of blood at the tip of his nose and felt a surge in his stomach.
Han Zhen sat astride a wide chair with a golden sword and said, "Do you know everyone who has escaped from the village?"
"I recognize most of them."
Yuan Chuliu didn't dare to talk too much.
Han Zhen ordered: "In that case, you go to appease the fugitives and find them. I have instructions. Sangou, you go with me. If any fugitives cause trouble, kill them directly."
"I'm going right now!"
Yuan Chuliu quickly agreed and led Ma Sangou out of the lobby quickly.
As soon as they left, Zhang He led the others and came back.
I saw that he was holding a bamboo basket in his hand, and the basket was full of garlic.
"Village Chief, garlic is here."
Zhang He placed the bamboo basket on the table and waited for the next order.
Han Zhen greeted: "Don't be stunned. Everyone who has treated the wounds should come over and help peel the garlic."
Peel garlic?
For a moment, everyone had different expressions.
In the lobby, which looks like a Shura field, more than thirty people sit in a circle, peeling garlic in silence.
This scene added a touch of absurdity and weirdness to the already bloody lobby.
The deserters on the other side looked strange and whispered together.
"What's the rule about eating garlic after killing someone?"
"I don't know, I've never heard of it!"
"Are you greedy?"
"It can't be said to be a secret recipe for healing."
"Why don't we go get some garlic too?"
…
The square-faced man stood up and said, "I'll go ask."
He wanted to use this excuse to find out the other person's background, otherwise he would not feel at ease.
Although the two sides have just fought side by side, there is no telling whether they will attack themselves.
Not to mention that everyone was injured and their fighting power was running low. Even at their peak, they were no match.
Han Zhen was holding a straw in one hand and a stone roller weighing more than 200 kilograms in the other, chasing hundreds of bandits, which shocked him greatly.
Ever since the square-faced brawny man joined the army, he has always felt that the so-called saying that one can defeat a hundred and a hundred cavalry can defeat ten thousand enemies are just folklore spread by rumors.
After personally experiencing a tragic war, he discovered that an individual is extremely insignificant in a war.
But now, he suddenly felt that he had been sitting in a well and looking at the sky.
If a fierce man like Han Zhen wears heavy armor, rides a horse, and leads hundreds of elite heavy cavalry, he can really kill an army of ten thousand people.
A hundred cavalry defeat ten thousand enemies!
Just thinking about it made the strong man with a square face feel his heart surge and his blood boil.
