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Chapter 66 0064【Healing】

In ancient times, there were no antibiotics, and after wound infection, we could only fight hard, and hoped for our own immune system.

If you can carry it, you can live, if you can't, you can only blame your own bad luck.

The production and extraction of penicillin is too troublesome, not to mention that Han Zhen doesn't know the method at all, even if he knows the whole process, he can't make it under the current environment.

Therefore, we can only resign ourselves 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 through his mind.

Han Zhen's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly ordered: "Zhang He, take someone to find garlic, the more the better!"

Big... garlic?
Zhang He froze in place, his face full of bewilderment.

After recovering, he said with a strange expression: "Village Chief, it's still early for dinner, why don't we eat later."

Apart from eating, Zhang He really couldn't think of the use of Han Zhen's sudden demand for garlic at this moment.

During the Northern Song Dynasty, garlic has become an essential condiment for cooking.

Moreover, people in central Shu and Guanzhong especially love to eat raw garlic.

"Whatever you say, just go if you are told."

Han Zhen didn't bother to explain, and ordered: "Remember, the more the more, the more you can find a mortar and some warm water."

After sending Zhang He away, he called Xiao Chong again.

"Go find some shochu, it must be shochu, not rice wine or rice wine."

"it is good!"

Xiaochong nodded and began to search for the wine jar in the lobby.

Shaojiu already existed in the Northern Song Dynasty. Volume [-] of Wu Zimu's "Menglianglu" recorded: "Xiaorenfangkou, crystal red and white liquor, once made a lot of noise. Its taste is fragrant and soft, and it disappears when you drink it."

At this moment, the output of rice wine and fruit wine is extremely high, but these two wines are not durable to storage due to the rough brewing process.

In hot weather, it will become sour if left for a little longer.

It would be too wasteful to dump it directly.

So someone came up with an idea to collect these sour rice wine and fruit wine at a low price, steam them a second time, and finally turned them into shochu.

The appearance of shochu did not change anything.

Although the aroma is strong, the taste is too strong, so it is not recognized by the upper class.

Compared with shochu, dignitaries, wealthy businessmen and gentry prefer fresh and elegant rice wine and fruit wine.

Most of the people who drink shochu these days are low-level people.

For example, dock workers, come to a bowl in winter, it is cheap and satisfying, and it can keep you warm all day long.

"Second brother Han, when I was looking for wine, I found this man hiding under the table."

As Xiao Chong said, dragging a person in his hand, he came to Han Zhen.

Before Han Zhen could ask a question, the square-faced strong man bandaging the wound on the other side of the hall reminded him: "Young Lord, this man is the third head of the village and Shi Bao's military advisor."

Hearing this, Han Zhen waved his hand and wrote lightly: "Kill it."

Mr. Zhang panicked immediately, crying and begging for mercy: "Young gentleman, I have never done anything harmful to nature. It was only because of helplessness that I became a so-called military adviser. I don't know anything about counseling. Shi Bao asked me for advice, it was like asking blindness."

Yo, do you 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 I studied in a private school for several years."

"Don't kill yet."

Han Zhen gave Xiaochong a word, and then pointed to the corner of the wall: "Go and squat there, and I will come to find you later."

"Thank you, Mr. Xiaolang, for not killing me."

Mr. Zhang bowed again and again, then quickly walked to the corner and squatted down obediently.

Not long after, Xiaochong came back with two jars of wine: "Second Brother Han, I have brought some wine."

Han Zhen took an altar, went up to smell it, took it up and took a sip.

It's okay, the degree is about 25 degrees.

Generally speaking, if the alcohol concentration is lower than 40, the bactericidal effect will be negligible, but for the current situation, it is better than nothing.

"Come and help!"

Han Zhen greeted and asked a few soldiers with lesser injuries to wipe the wounds of the three seriously injured.

Unwrapping the cloth strips wrapped around Wang Wu's body, he wiped it with shochu while exhorting: "Be careful, just wipe the outer edge and surface of the wound, and don't get the wine in the wound."

"We save it."

Although the soldiers didn't understand the significance of Han Zhen's actions, they still obeyed them honestly.

After wiping, rewrap with a clean cloth.

After treating the three seriously injured, Han Zhen ordered: "You also wipe the wounds with shochu yourself, and don't drink it secretly."

If he didn't say anything, these soldiers would definitely take a few sips secretly.

Everyone has wounds on their bodies. If they drink alcohol at that time, they are afraid that the wounds will burst again and bleed profusely.

On the other hand, the way the deserters dealt with it was much rougher.

The strong man with the square face had shochu in his mouth, sprayed the wine on the wound with a puff, and then tore off a piece of sackcloth to bind it up.

At this moment, Ma Sangou came with Yuan Chuliu.

As soon as he entered the lobby, Yuan Chuliu's face turned pale when there were corpses and stumped limbs all over the floor. He smelled a strong bloody smell from the tip of his nose, and his stomach suddenly churned.

Han Zhen straddled the wide chair with a big horse and a golden sword, and said, "Do you know all the escaped households in the village?"

"Most of them recognize it."

Yuan Chuliu didn't dare to talk too much.

Han Zhen ordered: "In this case, go to appease the escaped households and find them. I have something to tell you. Sangou, you go with them. If any escaped households make trouble, kill them immediately."

"I'm going now!"

Yuan Chuliu quickly responded and led Ma Sangou out of the lobby.

As soon as their two front feet left, Zhang He led the people back.

I saw him holding a bamboo basket in his hand, which was full of garlic.

"Village chief, garlic has been found."

Zhang He put the bamboo basket on the table and waited for the next order.

Han Zhen greeted: "Don't be dazed, after treating the wound, come over and help peel the garlic."

Peel garlic?

For a while, everyone's expressions were different.

In the lobby like a Shura field, more than 30 people sat in a circle, silently peeling garlic.

This scene added a touch of absurdity and weirdness to the already bloody lobby.

The deserters on the other side looked weird and murmured together.

"What's the rule about eating garlic after killing someone?"

"I don't know, I've never heard of it!"

"Could it be that you are hungry?"

"It can't be said to be the 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 bottom line of the other party, otherwise he would not feel at ease.

Although the two sides have just fought side by side, it is uncertain whether they will attack themselves.

Not to mention that all of them are injured right now, and there is not much combat power left. Even in their prime, they are not opponents.

Holding a lance in one hand and a stone roller weighing more than 200 kilograms in the other, Han Zhen chased and killed hundreds of bandits, which shocked him greatly.

Ever since he joined the army, the square-faced burly man has always felt that the so-called one-on-a-hundred and one-hundred-horsemen defeating ten thousand enemies are nothing but folklore based on rumors.

Because after personally experiencing the tragic war, he found that he was extremely small in a war.

But now, he suddenly felt that he was sitting in a well and watching the sky.

If a fierce man like Han Zhen focuses on heavy armor, rides a BMW, and leads a hundred elite heavy cavalry, he can really kill an army of ten thousand people.

Hundreds of riders break ten thousand enemies!

Just thinking about it, the strong man with a square face felt his heart surge and his blood boil.

(End of this chapter)