Chapter 198: Precious Anti-inflammatory Powder

After the things were squeezed out, Master Zhang wiped the wound with the prepared iodophor cotton ball, and that was it.

Only then did everyone react: "Did this pig faint from pain?"

Otherwise, why was there no reaction?

"Ah?" Master Zhang was shocked: "Not necessarily!"

Saying this, he hurriedly rummaged through his bag, took out a pack of anti-inflammatory powder, and sprinkled it on.

This time, the preparation was really too complete!

Song Tan hurriedly let go, the little wild boar lost its spiritual energy, squealed at this moment, and quickly stood up, then ran headlong into the pigpen without looking back!

"Bang!"

It hit the fence with its head, bumped into a mess, and was hurriedly sent in by everyone in a flurry.

Once inside, it squeezed into the other pig herd, looking high-spirited and particularly strong.

Master Zhang:...

"Why isn't it afraid of pain! It doesn't feel anything at all?"

It can still run and jump, many people raise them healthily, and piglets aren't this lively. Could it be that wild boars not only have thick skin, but their physique is strong to this point?

He lowered his head and looked at the things just squeezed out, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought my surgery wasn't done well and it wasn't injured. If I had known, I wouldn't have used anti-inflammatory powder."

Only then did Song Tan react: "Is it over?"

"Hmm, it's over."

Master Zhang was putting away his alcohol and cotton balls, while sighing:

"The conditions are really good now, before, after cutting, you'd just pinch a handful of plant ash and sprinkle it on, and that would be it. I even used iodophor and anti-inflammatory powder for it!"

Master Zhang felt that he was both professional and generous, and now he felt justified in staying for a meal.

A group of people chatted and went down the mountain noisily. Only Song Tan and Zhang Yanping stood at the pigpen door, looking at the lively little wild boar in surprise, feeling that they had gained a lot of knowledge.

She remembered that for the several treasures in her family, although the boss said he could come to collect them if there were puppies, they couldn't keep giving birth, and in the future, could they be sterilized...

"No, no!"

Zhang Yanping shook his head wildly: "You'd better send them to the city to be done, this method is too rough."

He felt a pain in his crotch just looking at it.

However, just after he finished speaking, he saw the wild boar hit the fence again, squealing at him, obviously it was time to eat.

Zhang Yanping:...

Song Tan decided: "There are eight treasures, five are male, sending them to the city for sterilization would cost at least two thousand yuan, this is quite good."

With spiritual energy, maybe the treasures are willing too.

Send the female dog to the hospital when the time comes.

Zhang Yanping didn't want to look at this little wild boar anymore:

"Let's go, let's go back."

Song Tan turned to look at Dawang: "Dawang went on patrol, you watch well here, call if there's anything."

Dawang's bean eyes stared at her, then let out a 'ga', and stretched its neck to poke into her hand.

Song Tan hurriedly withdrew her hand.

No, no, is it easy for her to gather that bit of spiritual energy? If she gives it to the pig, she won't give it to the goose today. If she gives it, she'll give it to Dawang. Look at their Dawang, how thoughtful it is!

Not long after the two went down the mountain, there was another rustling sound in the jungle.

Dawang walked out of the bushes, carrying a black-gray thing in its mouth, and with a light jump, it entered the fence again.

It let go of its mouth, and a piglet smaller than the little wild boar shook its head, stumbled and stood up, sniffed around, and then squeezed into the pig herd familiarly.

Back home, Qiao Qiao had just finished class, and Song Tan reacted: "Oh my, Master Zhang, you didn't take a video just now."

"Yeah," Master Zhang also remembered, and patted his thigh with great regret.

And Song Tan also had regrets: "If I had known, I would have let Qiao Qiao live stream."

It's been a long time since the live stream, I have to find some material, but Qiao Qiao's class time is quite long now.

She walked over to discuss with Xin Jun: "Teacher Xin, Qiao Qiao had a live stream account before that could make some money. If you don't mind, can you live stream the class process? You can point the camera anywhere, you don't have to show your face."

Mainly to maintain the account update volume.

Xin Jun was also quite curious: "Qiao Qiao's live stream account can make money?"

It sounds simple, but it's not that easy.

He really wants to take root here now—his own farmhouse was designed by someone, with gardens, courtyards, bonsai, rockeries, ponds, everything, and the environment is good, the food is good, and the service is enthusiastic.

But if you really want to say it, compared to Song Tan's cramped farmyard, it really lacks something.

But what exactly is missing? He couldn't say clearly, and now he just wished he could be a tutor for thousands of years. At this moment, he had long forgotten about his own supply of vegetables, and only wanted to keep eating, and didn't care if he got fat.

Moreover, Xin Jun also knew how important a money-making project was to Qiao Qiao, so he agreed:

"Okay. There are many such study live stream rooms on the internet now, which are also quite good."

Qiao Qiao couldn't wait to pick up the pig feed bucket:

"Mom, you performed surgery on the little pig today, does it need to eat something good? I'll go feed it a little now."

Until Wu Lan didn't go up the mountain to see, but the piglet that had just been sterilized really needed to be supplemented.

She thought for a moment, and took the roots of the green onions, garlic, and cilantro she picked out from the vegetable garden... and the kitchen waste from lunch, and even the wild grass pulled by the free strong laborers from the fields on the mountain...

As long as the pig could eat it, it was all added in.

Including eggshells, wheat bran, and dried corn mixed into the bucket, a full two big buckets! If Qiao Qiao hadn't become stronger recently, he really wouldn't have been able to carry it.

Although for six pigs, this definitely wouldn't be enough, but after they finished lunch, the remaining leftovers mixed with rice bran could still be fed once more...

"Add some water and mix it and carry it over."

There wasn't much in the fields in the first half of the year, and Tan Tan didn't let them have too much feed, so they had to wrong these pigs. In the second half of the year, the food would definitely be a bumper harvest.

When Until Wu Lan said this, her eyebrows and eyes were all smiling.

Oh my, their family's pigs aren't picky, they eat everything, and they grow so strong.

Thinking about it, she suddenly regretted castrating the little wild boar. After all, their physique is really good, and they don't look like they will get sick. If their own old sow gives birth to cubs, there shouldn't be anything wrong, right?

But it's already castrated...

Thinking about it, she still touched her precious son's head: "Good, it's a good thing to have one more pig on the mountain, no need to hide it. You can feed it as many times as you want, as long as it can eat and doesn't go hungry."

Qiao Qiao nodded, finally relieved, and promised loudly: "Okay! I know!" ===== CHAPTER 199 =====