Rare Good Person

"Great, you are worthy of being my son, a little man." Gulan gave her son a thumbs up, but she couldn't say much to her son, "Dad has something to do, you stay by Grandpa Li's side, okay?"

Without waiting for her son to nod, she walked to her own willow basket and reached in to explore for a while, then took out a small porcelain jar with heartache. With the appearance of the small porcelain jar, a faint smell of wine overflowed. This was the closest thing she could take out of the space to this era.

"Dad will be back soon, be good!" Gulan smiled at Uncle Li, and under Uncle Li's surprised eyes, she came to Li Mu again with the jar of wine.

Taking the cloth strip from Li Mu's wife's hand, she carefully washed Li Mu's wound with water until there was no more residual medicine on it.

"Bear with it, it will be a bit painful" Gulan gave Li Mu a precaution in advance.

During the time when Gulan was busy, many people gathered around Li Mu, all to see Gulan help Li Mu treat his injuries, and most of them were wounded, of course, including the fourth brother Li.

Everyone looked at it curiously, especially the beautiful jar that Gulan brought over. There were patterns painted on the porcelain white jar. Although it was not clear in the night, it could be seen from the general outline that the pattern should be very beautiful. Although they were all uninformed farmers, they could guess that this jar should be a good thing.

Unexpectedly, Gulan actually carried such a thing with him. For a moment, everyone looked at Gulan with admiration. This kid must be extraordinary. Speaking of which, he can even kill wolves and save so many of them. How could he be a simple person?

Gulan didn't know that because of the many speculations about her by the wine jar, she was holding the jar to help Li Mu disinfect.

Gulan carefully opened the wine seal, and a strong and fragrant wine aroma instantly spread. The smell was so fragrant that even the best wine here couldn't compare. Everyone felt that they wanted to get drunk just by smelling it.

Carefully pouring the wine on the cloth strip, Gulan pressed it on Li Mu's wound. Suddenly, a burning pain came over him. Li Mu gritted his teeth and persisted. Even so, he couldn't help but let out a "hiss".

Now he understood why Gulan told him in advance that it would hurt a little and asked him to bear it. It was a little painful there, and it was obviously very painful!

Gulan wiped the wound one by one, and soon the cloth strip in his hand was dyed red. Then he sprinkled the powder evenly on the wound.

As the powder fell, the effect of the medicine immediately began to take effect. The wound that had been bleeding rapidly reduced the blood volume under the effect of the medicine. In other words, no new blood flowed out in more than ten breaths. The bleeding was successfully stopped, which made Li Mu's family cry with joy. Then she asked Li Mu's wife for a clean cloth strip to bandage the wound.

If his wound is to be completely healed, he may need to change the medicine for a few more days. Thinking about the amount of medicine Gulan gave them for five dressing changes, it is estimated that it will be about the same. Gulan immediately looked at Li Mu's family, "Do you have oil paper?" In her memory, oil paper had already appeared here.

"Oil paper?" Li Mu's family was stunned, but Li Mu's mother was the first to react, and hurriedly nodded and said yes, then hurriedly searched in her own gifts and found a used oil paper. It was used to wrap salt before, and she was reluctant to throw away the oil paper after the salt was used up. Li Mu's mother quickly handed the oil paper in her hand to Gulan, and then watched the young man keep half of the oil paper and pour some medicine on the other half.

"These are the amount for five times, the first two times are changed every other day, and the rest are changed every three days." Although she is not a doctor, these are all her experiences, and she handed the paper envelope to Li Mu's mother.

"Thank you, thank you..." After receiving the medicine, Li Mu's family kept saying thank you, with gratitude in their eyes.

Gulan waved her hand and smiled, then poured all the remaining medicine in her hand onto the oil paper left behind, and handed the medicine to the village chief. Looking at the other injured people, her intention was self-evident. The village chief would arrange the next step, and it was time for her to retire.

One third of the wine was left behind, and the jar containing the wine was contributed by the village chief. Seeing the jar of wine being tightly held in the arms of the village chief, Gulan doubted that the village chief would really use the wine to disinfect the injured villagers. But these were not her concerns. Anyway, the wine and medicine were given, and the injured should be able to get through it without any accidents. Thinking of her son, she hurried back to where her son was, and the Li brothers followed her closely like a tail.

Well, actually, he was just staring at the jar of wine in Gulan's hand. But Gulan pretended not to see it. There wasn't much wine in a jar to begin with. If one-third of it was gone, there would only be a few taels left. Gulan was going to use this wine for a long time. After being intimate with his son for a while, seeing that the little guy really didn't look scared, Gulan was completely relieved. From beginning to end, Dahei was like a warrior, guarding AnAn without leaving. Gulan rubbed its head hard as a reward and hugged Dahei.

It seemed that Dahei felt the praise from his master, and he was also very happy. He excitedly kept wagging his tail beside the two masters.

Looking at Brother Li who was guarding beside him like Dahei, Gulan resisted the urge to roll his eyes and reminded Li Da.

"Brother Li, although this place is a distance away from the mountain and you shouldn't smell the blood here, I think you'd better discuss with the village chief to deal with the bloodstains."

In fact, Gulan felt that this group of wolves should be the most powerful existence in this mountain, and it should be safe tonight, but if there is no, it is absolutely necessary to remind them.

Of course, it would be better if Big Brother Li didn't keep staring at the wine she put into the basket. Unexpectedly, Big Brother Li is actually a drunkard.

Li Da suddenly came to his senses. Gulan was right. It was time to cover it up. As for whether to take everyone away from here, Li Da directly rejected this idea. There were mountains all over the place. There was actually not much difference between moving from one place to another.

Unless they retreated and walked the way they came, but it was obviously impossible. This would take a lot more time, which they simply couldn't afford.

"Old Brother, you are right. I'll go now." Then he stood up and dragged his second brother to find the village chief. In a moment, she became Old Brother. Gulan resisted the urge to twitch the corners of her mouth.

Looking at Li Da's back, Gulan shook her head and stood up, comforting AnAn to stay with Grandpa Li. She was going to deal with the wolf's body. She was still thinking about the wolf skin. No one touched the wolf's body. First, everyone had not recovered from the previous fear, and second, they were really scared.

Gulan picked five of the eleven wolves, and left the rest to other people who contributed. Then she started to peel the wolf skins on the spot. She chose those with intact fur and all of them died in her hands. Skinning was not difficult for her at all, and her technique was very skillful. In a few seconds, she had peeled off half of a wolf's body.

At this time, there were also a few brave people around her. They were all villagers from Lijia Village who participated in the fight against the wolves. Seeing Gulan's neat movements, they all admired her. Her technique was no worse than that of the hunters in their place.

Village Chief Li was also attracted. Looking up at the village chief, Gulan pointed to another pile and said, "Village Chief, these wolves are yours."

"How can this be?" Looking at the pile of wolf corpses, the village chief quickly waved his hands.

He knew in his heart that it was the men of their Lijia Village who jointly resisted the attack of the wolves, but in fact no more than three wolves were killed. The rest were all Gulan's credit.