The Great Tang: World Martial God

Iron-blooded men also have a tender side, especially in the face of these brothers who were born to death.

Cheng Chumo has always been straightforward. He laughs when he is funny and tears when he is sad.

At this time, it was because of him. Speaking of the possibility of abandoning his legs, his eyes were red, and his nose was sore.

Tang Hao can understand this kind of self-blame.

In ancient times, medical techniques were not developed at all, and many treatment methods were only fixed routines.

Just say that this injury, in this hot summer, sweat soaked for a long time, such a wound will be infected in all likelihood.

In ancient times, infection and suppuration were extremely difficult to treat.

Suppurative wound infection can cause ulceration, expand the scope, and eventually cause sepsis and death.

This kind of affair is not uncommon. Many soldiers and soldiers are fighting against the city and fighting between the two armies.

Of course, the most direct method is to cut off the abscess polyps and burn the blood vessels with fire cautery to prevent bleeding or continue infection.

In this way, it is self-evident that the heart-piercing pain that hurt Suo was going to endure.

With his right hand patted Cheng Chumo's shoulder, Tang Hao said with a heart relieved.

"Don't worry!"

"This ice cube is a sharp tool for reducing swelling. Tomorrow I will build a few trucks and transport them to the barracks."

"Tomorrow, I will distill more alcohol out, and take it to the army for disinfection, so I won't have to suffer the usual treatment of burning."

Cheng Chumo was a little stunned, and didn't understand Tang Hao's words for a while.

"Alcohol?"

"disinfect?"

Tang Hao didn't bother to explain it to him, after all, he couldn't understand this knowledge just by saying it.

"You don't have to work on this, everything is on me."

After that, Tang Hao raised the pottery bowl and shook the fermented rice, said.

"Come on, today, let's just drink freely, and other things will be resolved tomorrow."

Since Tang Hao spoke, Cheng Chumo had no reason not to believe it.

For the man in front of him, it seemed that any difficult things in the world seemed to be extremely simple for him.

An excited smile appeared on Cheng Chumo's face. He picked up the pottery bowl and raised his hands flat.

"Brother Tang! I respect you!"

The pottery bowls collided, the brewed wine swayed, and bowls of cold brewed wine were eaten amidst the heroic laughter.

A family banquet that was originally washed in the wind, but it was eaten from dusk until night fell.

Cheng Chumo, who was full of food and drink, did not forget to bring two buckets of freshly made ice before he left, saying that he wanted to let the family feel the royal treatment.

Standing at the gate of the mansion, Tang Hao shook his head, looking at the horse-drawn carriage galloping away under the sky full of stars.

Cheng Chumo took the ice back to the mansion, I am afraid it will be spread in the mansions of major powers soon.

When the time comes, the grandson Wuji, Fang Xuanling, and Du Ruhui's veteran minister will definitely come by the wind.

These robbers, heavy ministers in the central government, would never hesitate when picking up the things from their mansion.

"Hey! Our Marquis Mansion is about to suffer another'catastrophe'!"

After all these days, I finally had a good night's sleep.

No tossing and turning, no sweating, sweet dreams all night.

When the east was blanching, Tang Hao drove to Nanshan Imperial Villa.

There were still brothers in the barracks who were tortured by illness and feared torture, and Tang Hao could not tolerate a little laziness.

Passing through the front yard filled with rows of pottery jars, the manager of the Royal Estate Winery came to report on the situation over the past few months.

"The weather has turned to hot, and the sale of fermented rice is not as hot as before."

"Some families who have not tasted the fermented wine have already come to buy it, and more are some state princes who buy it in advance and prepare it for the cold winter."

Glancing at the account book handed over, Tang Hao combined the account book and said.

"From today onwards, the production of fermented fermented rice will no longer be carried out, and the fermented fermented fermented rice will continue to be distilled and purified.”

"Remember that when distilling the fermented wine, don't boil it hot. When there are small bubbles in the pot, switch to a low fire when there are signs of boiling."

"Purify it twice, then seal it into a clay pot and wait for me to use it."

These craftsmen are already familiar with the distillation process, and they can get the answers they want without teaching them by hand.

The steward of the wine shop was quite confused, but didn't ask much, nodded, and then bowed and left.

The reason why Tang Hao deliberately explained that he didn't need to boil it was because of the boiling point of alcohol, but it was about 80 degrees Celsius, before the water boiled, there was already white gas coming out.

Naturally, the truth will not be told to these craftsmen, but the more it is said, the more troublesome it becomes.

Walking across his manor, standing on a high slope, Tang Hao's thoughts fluttered as he watched the lush fruits, vegetables and vegetables below.

The alcohol that I made this time, if it were to be disinfected, at this time it was already a step-by-step progress, and it was completely enough.

Even if you sail for thousands of miles in the future, you will definitely use it.

At that time, this single piece of melon, fruits, vegetables and vegetables will surely become the most abundant vegetable shed in the Tang Dynasty.

"What are you thinking about?"

A soft voice sounded behind him.

Tang Hao looked back at the two wives standing side by side holding their hands, a smile came up at the corners of his mouth.

"Believe it or not, this world smells stinky and tastes delicious again?"

"Believe it or not there is a vegetable that can be so spicy that people burst into tears, but can't stop it?"

"Or is it melons and fruits that are not used for eating, but used for drinking?"

One by one, Tang Hao confided each and every strange thing, and it seemed that these two people were also used to such remarks.

Listening quietly, letting go of thinking.

There seems to be a voice in my heart, telling them faintly that this day will come.