As a castrated pig, even if you don't want to mess with pigs, when you attack those piglets, see how the sows mess with you!

Jiang Wan looked strange at the side, and he didn't know whether he was suppressing a laugh or felt that this matter was too ridiculous.

After Wu Ming heard this, he quickly nodded in agreement, turned around and called the boys behind him to start getting ready.

It can be seen that Wu Ming has prepared for today's events.

Not to mention tools, ropes, hot water and other things are all ready.

"It looks like I put some pepper in this hot water. Why is that?"

Wu Ming led the people into the pig pen first. Jiang Wan looked at the boy following behind holding a basin of hot water with something soaking in it. He looked carefully and realized it was Li Jiao.

Lijiao is also called Zanthoxylum bungeanum.

"Disinfect it."

Feng Yong said casually.

Jiang Wan didn't expect that Feng Yong would know, but she didn't expect to receive an answer. She couldn't help but look at him strangely, "You also know this? Also, what does disinfection mean?"

"I'm just guessing." Feng Yong coughed dryly without changing his expression, "Disinfection is my master's saying, it is to prevent wounds from suppurating."

"Then Hua Tuo's medical skills are famous all over the world. I put pepper in the water and boiled it. I think there must be a reason. How can I make random guesses?"

Jiang Wan glanced at Feng Yong with some contempt, lifted up his robe, and followed him into the pig pen.

It seems that not only does he not let go of the manure retting, but he even looks at the castrated pigs.

What’s the point of a castrated pig?

When I was a kid, I watched a lot after school. Not far from the school, there was a market that was spontaneously formed in the countryside. On the last day of the lunar calendar, villagers from all around would come here to trade with their own things.

This is commonly known as going to the market.

In the corner of the market, there is an abandoned cattle pen. Every market day, a castration and capon maker will appear.

Feng Yong also squatted there curiously and looked at it.

The castration man had extremely nimble hands and an extremely sharp knife.

First, fix the little piglet, then disinfect it, and finally cut it with a knife...

Amidst the shrill and harsh cry of the little piglet, the two little balls fell into the hand.

If it is a capon, another set of more complicated tools is used. One tool has a thin silver wire on it.

First, I used a knife to make a cut on the side of the rooster's ribs, and then opened the wound. I don't know how to do it. Anyway, I just watched the tool being put in from the wound, and the thin silver wire on it was pulled a few times, and then

Just take out the small egg...

At that time, I still thought about where the cut little eggs would end up. Later, a friend actually asked, and the old man didn't know whether he was teasing us or answered seriously: "Take it home and fry it to eat..."

I was ignorant when I was a child, but when I grow up, I think about it. I was able to watch this scene without changing my expression and even looked at it with interest. I feel really great!

Anyway, when I grow up and think about that scene, I always feel a cool feeling down there.

Feng Yong had no interest in following in, let alone hearing the shrill and desperate cry of the little piglet, so he walked out immediately.

It is human nature to watch what is new and lively. With Jiang Wan taking the lead, the people inside were able to watch Wu Ming's performance with peace of mind.

Just thinking about what that new set of clothes would look like in the end, Feng Yongyong couldn't help but smile.

But think about it, Wu Ming specially wore new clothes, wasn't it just for the moment of making a face today?

It doesn't matter if you don't have experience. You will gain experience if you do it more. Feng Tubie is not going to mention anything. The experience he has summed up is the most profound.

Besides, he didn't understand this at first. If he talked too much, it would tie up Wu Ming's hands and feet.

On this point, Feng Yong's attitude towards Wu Ming and Jiang Wan's attitude towards the textile workshop are somewhat consistent.

"Feng Langjun is here alone, what are you thinking about?"

Feng Yong was standing outside alone when he suddenly heard a voice behind him asking.
Chapter completed!