Bai Dong stood aside with a pottery jar in his arms, watching Bai Chong and Li Di dig a pit. Even if it is a small matter like digging, one can see a person's character. Bai Chong is very thoughtful and will choose a position with loose soil to hoe. When the loose soil is dug away, the hard soil will lose its support and will easily scatter. This is the method of a conspirator. He needs to save energy but not be lazy, but find the truth that everyone may see.

Li Di was much harder. He aimed his hoe at the largest and hardest parts of the earth and rock. Wherever he went, smoke and dust were rolling. Bai Chong protested many times. He still did his own way. Didn’t he say that the bigger the better, the deeper it was? Just dig a big one for you, let alone burying jars, burying people.

Halfway through the pit, the young master and young official came. This guy was straightforward. When he arrived at Yinglian's big tent, he cried loudly and held his father's hand and refused to let go. The medical officials were frightened. It was best for injured people to rest. This uncle was so sad that he was ashamed. He hurriedly persuaded him to get rid of him, but Ying Qian and Ying Quliang complained. The young master and young official had a temper and simply came to find his brother Bai's family. I heard that the second brother had found the brother Bai's family several times, but he refused to treat his father's father. The young master couldn't figure it out. In his opinion, since he became a brother with blood, his father was Bai Dong's father. Why did the brother of the Bai family refuse? He had to ask for an explanation.

Young Master Shaoguan, who came to ask for an explanation like Qiu Ju, suddenly became interested when he saw that he was digging a hole. He was doing this. He snatched Bai Chong's hoe and was about to work hard, but Li Di suddenly threw the hoe and said, "Dig it!"

"That's good?" The young master and young official felt very disappointed. He remembered that he was here to speak, and threw the hoe: "Brother Bai family, why don't you heal your father?"

"Let's talk about this later, wait for me to bury the jar first."

I knew that this guy would come to him to ask for an explanation, and if he got entangled with him, Bai Dong first stabilized the guy, walked carefully into the pit, placed the small clay pot in the center, looked around, and nodded, indicating that the soil could be buried.

In ancient times, it was not a strange thing to use earthen antibiotics to treat inflammation, heat and toxins. Among them, the more mature monks from Tianning Temple in the Ming Dynasty. They used something called "chen mustard green braised". They first made the mustard greens mold into the pottery jar and then buried them underground. After ten years, the mustard greens and mold will turn into water. They can be used to treat sores and carbuncles. It is said that they have miraculous effects.

This is actually the process of converting penicillin into penicillin, but it is not exactly the same as later generations of G and V penicillin. It has weak effects and is also very low in risk. It rarely kills allergies. Otherwise, how dare the monks do it?

But where can I use it for ten years? This is caused by monks who do not understand the principles and only know how to pursue the results. The principle of mold-forming water is to isolate air and nutrients, starve mold to death, and turn it into mycin. You use a large tank to store it. The air in the tank is already rich in nutrients, and you don’t take out the mustard greens. This is equivalent to prolonging the life of mold. Even so, it will not take ten years. It is probably because the ancients liked a larger positive number. They believed that it would take twenty or thirty years to bury the top scholar’s ​​daughter, and ten years are nothing. In fact, it is a waste of time.

Bai Dong's jar is small and is used to make tofu that is more likely to produce mold. Moreover, the tofu and mold are separated from mold one step earlier. The mold is filled with most of the jars, which is much denser than the Ming Dynasty monks who used a large jar to put moldy mustard greens. There are also some specialties when sealing it. It is a layer of linen cloth and a layer of yellow mud, which seals nine layers. It is said that nine is the ultimate number, and Bai Dong is also a feudal fanatic~ I believe it once.

The larger the pit, the easier it is to isolate the air when filling the soil. After all, the pottery jar is not porcelain, and the waterproof and air-proof performance of glassware is incomparable. The bitter wine jar is already very exquisite. Maybe it is a nobleman who used it before, but it is also breathable. Therefore, it is not possible to dig a pit. The pit must be large and deep enough. Moreover, every time a layer of soil is filled, it must be watered. The wetter the soil, the easier it is to isolate the air, and the shorter the time for mold transformation will be.

I heard that watering was still needed. At first, there were some unhappy young masters and young officials who were immediately excited. He would be anxious if he wanted to carry the water. He thought that such a great project must be completed by his uncle and son alone.

He took back the water excitedly and poured it down according to Bai Dong's instructions. The young master and Shaoguan almost rushed down happily to play with mud. Fortunately, Bai Dong grabbed it and turned his head to look at Bai Dong, and asked him with a smile if he could just pour it into water? As soon as Bai Dong nodded, he pulled his shin (pants) away and sprinkled it in a rush. Before Bai Dong said anything, Li Di was angry and glared at the young master and Shaoguan: "Uncle, there is a strange medicine for healing in this jar. Do you dare to pee on it?"

"Ah? I, I didn't spit it!" He panicked when he heard this, grabbed the little Bichon and stuffed it into his shin. It was obvious that the evidence was conclusive and he wanted to cheat.

It was also because of Li Di's impulse that Bai Dong was willing to say it. After all, local antibiotics were only recorded in unofficial history and had never seen real cases. The most fear was that they were used on Old Man Ying. If there were any bad consequences, it would be troublesome.

Originally, he planned to wait for Wei Wuhe to use various methods to treat Ying Lianlian. Ying Quliang came to invite him many times before he could make trouble. At that time, something happened and was forced by the winner, which could reduce some responsibilities.

It’s just that my mother and Cao’er acted so well. Jing Jian has a very high prestige in the “intelligence community” of Qin. When he dreams, the hat of a strange man is placed on his head. Li Di would believe that he can’t treat Yinglian. This guy is loyal. His eyes are red when he sees him recently. What if he is possessed by a loyal dog and bite him? After thinking about it, he has to tell the truth. Naturally, he will not say anything antibiotics. He only says that this is a strange medicine taught by his master in his dream, which is specialized in treating sores, fever and poison, and may cure Yinglian.

If it weren't for this reason, would Li Di dig a pit for him with his pride? This guy was interested in killing people and ignored anything else. It is said that he had developed seventy-two sword-drawing techniques, each of which could instantly kill the enemy's head. This is a madman, and he can't mess with him.

"Okay, Brother Li, don't tease the young official. My jar is well sealed. Don't mention urinating, it doesn't matter if you sprinkle it again."

Bai Dong laughed loudly, grabbed the hands of the young master Shaoguan and Bai Chong and said, "You and my brother drink a drink today, but it's a pity that my second brother is not here. I still have the hare I beat yesterday."

"Your Majesty is seriously injured. You are still in the mood to bring us to drink. It can be seen that you are 100% sure to treat you? That's good. You won't be drunk today."

Bai Chong looked at Li Di with a blank expression and snarled at Bai Dong: "But before drinking, you have to worship your brother? You and Shaoguan became sworn brothers, but you left the old brother aside. This is unreasonable."

"I'm the one."

Li Di strode over, a cold light flashed, and blood flowed from his arms. Bai Dong frowned and then became sworn brothers. You shouldn't be so cruel, right? He hurriedly pulled out his sword and said, "I'll do it myself..."

Make friends with me, it’s better to be nothing, even though it’s a bit too realistic, but it’s a real insight. I’ll never suffer any loss when I pay my respects to Li Di, a big brother with a big force.

Ps: Thanks to the brothers of "Wang Duan Fanhua", "Tang Ji Hede", "Monkey Rescue" and "Huang Xiaobo" for their rewards and support:)
Chapter completed!