In ancient times, there were no antibiotics, and after a wound infection, it was only necessary to resist it and hope for the autoimmune system.

If you can carry it, you can live, but if you can't carry it, you can only blame yourself for your bad life.

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 in the current environment.

So, I can only resign myself to fate.

Han Zhen sighed silently in his heart.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of garlic cloves scattered on the ground, and a flash of inspiration flashed in 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 dazed.

When he came back to his senses, he looked strange and said, "Village Chief, it's still early for dinner right now, so why don't you wait until later." ”

In addition to eating, Zhang He really couldn't imagine what was the use of Han Zhen suddenly asking for garlic at this time.

During the Northern Song Dynasty, garlic had become an essential seasoning for stir-frying.

Moreover, the people of Shuzhong and Guanzhong especially love to eat raw garlic.

"Nonsense, let you go."

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

After sending Zhang He away, he summoned the worm again.

"Go find some soju, it must be soju, not rice wine and rice wine."

"Good!"

Worm nodded, and began rummaging through the lobby.

There was already shochu in the Northern Song Dynasty, and Wu Zimu's "Menglianglu" volume 13 recorded: "Xiaoren Fangkou, crystal red and white shochu, once noisy, its taste is soft, and the entrance will disappear." ”

At this time, the yield of rice wine and fruit wine is very high, but these two wines are not resistant to storage due to the rough brewing process.

In hot weather, if you leave it for a long time, it will become sour.

Throw it away, it's too wasteful.

So someone came up with an idea to collect these sour rice wine and fruit wine at a low price, and then steamed them twice, and finally evolved into soju.

The advent of shochu 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 soju, the nobles and wealthy merchants and gentry prefer fresh and elegant rice wine and fruit wine.

The vast majority of people who drink soju today are low-level people.

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

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

Xiao Worm said, dragging a person in his hand and came to Han Zhen's side.

Before Han Zhen could open his mouth to ask, the square-faced strong man who bandaged his wound on the other side of the lobby reminded him loudly: "Xiao Langjun, this person is the third master in the cottage, and he is also Shi Bao's military advisor. ”

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

Mr. Zhang suddenly panicked, crying and begging for mercy: "This little Langjun, I haven't done anything hurtful. It's just that out of desperation, I became a so-called military advisor, and I don't know anything about advice, so Shi Bao asked me for advice, and he was just blind. ”

Yo, do you still know how to ask the blind?

Han Zhen glanced at him and asked, "Reader?" ”

Mr. Zhang hurriedly replied: "When I was young, I went to school and studied in a private school for a few years. ”

"Don't kill yet."

Han Zhen instructed the little worm, and then pointed to the corner of the wall: "Go and squat there, and I'll look for you later." ”

"Thank you Xiao Langjun for not killing."

Mr. Zhang made a gesture, then walked quickly to the corner of the wall and squatted down obediently.

After a while, Xiao Worm came back with two jars of wine: "Second Brother Han, I have found soju." ”

Han Zhen took a jar, leaned in and sniffed it, and took a small sip of it.

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

Generally speaking, if the alcohol concentration is less than 40, the bactericidal effect is minimal, but for the current situation, it is better than nothing.

"Come over here and help!"

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

Unwrapping the strips of cloth bandaged on Wang Wu's body, he wiped it with soju and admonished: "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 didn't understand the meaning of Han Zhen's actions, they still did it honestly.

When you're done, wrap it again with a clean strip of cloth.

After dealing with the three seriously injured people, Han Zhen instructed: "You can also wipe the wounds with soju by yourself, and remember not to drink secretly." ”

If he didn't say it, the soldiers would definitely take two sips.

There are wounds on all of them, and if you drink alcohol, you are afraid that the wounds will burst out again and bleed endlessly.

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

I saw that the square-faced strong man had soju in his mouth, sprayed the wine on the wound with a pop, and then tore off a piece of linen cloth to bandage it.

At this moment, Ma Sangou came with Yuan Chuliu.

As soon as he entered the lobby, Yuan Chuliu's face turned pale with corpses and stumps all over the ground, and the tip of his nose smelled a strong bloody breath, and his stomach suddenly surged.

Han Zhen sat on the wide chair with a golden knife and said, "Do you know all the fugitives in the village?" ”

"Most of them recognize it."

Yuan Chuliu didn't dare to say too much.

Han Zhen ordered: "In this case, you go and appease the fugitives and find them, I have something to command." Sangou, you go with you, if there is a fugitive to make trouble, kill it directly. ”

"I'll go!"

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

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

I saw that he was carrying a bamboo basket in his hand, and the basket was full of garlic.

"Village chief, the garlic has been found."

Zhang He placed the bamboo basket on the table and waited for the next command.

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

Peeling garlic?

For a while, everyone's faces were different.

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

This scene made the already bloody lobby a little more absurd and weird.

The deserters on the other side looked strange and gathered together to mutter.

"What is the rule of eating garlic after killing someone?"

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

"Aren't you greedy?"

"It's not a recipe for healing."

"Or ...... Let's go for garlic too? ”

……

The square-faced man got up and said, "I'll go and ask." ”

He wanted to use this excuse to probe the bottom of the other party, otherwise he would not be sure.

Although the two sides have just fought side by side, it is not clear whether they will do it to themselves.

Not to mention that at the moment, all of them are injured, and there is not much combat power left, even if they are in their prime, they are not opponents.

Han Zhen held a lance in one hand and a stone mill of more than 200 catties in the other, chasing and killing hundreds of thieves, which caused a great shock to him.

Since the square-faced strong man joined the army, he has always felt that the so-called one as a hundred and a hundred horses to defeat ten thousand enemies is just a folk legend spread falsely.

Because after experiencing the tragic war himself, he found that the individual is incomparably small in a war.

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

If a fierce man like Han Zhen was heavy on armor, riding a BMW, and leading a hundred elite heavy cavalry, he would really be able to kill an army of 10,000 people.

Defeat all enemies with a hundred horses!

Just thinking about it, the square-faced strong man felt his heart surging and his blood boiling.