Stepping on a Landmine

Gulan had thought of this when she used gauze to bandage his wound, but his injury was so severe that Gulan did not dare to use any other cloth. Just doubt it, don't believe that this world cannot produce this kind of cotton gauze.

When purchasing clothes in Lingshan Town, there are also cotton clothes. Since there are clothes made of this kind of fabric, cotton gauze should not be a rare item. Even if it is a rare item, it can be considered an unexpected gain. Anyway, I believe someone should be able to weave this kind of thing. It does not require too many complicated processes and should be easy for an experienced weaver.

Xiang Yunjin didn't say anything, but obediently took off his upper body clothes, revealing his body wrapped in gauze. His muscles were firm and tight, and he had a good figure that made him look thin when dressed and muscular when undressed.

Gulan looked at him with envy. Then she quickly untied all the gauze wrapped around his body. When she untied the last layer, she encountered some resistance and the gauze was somewhat stuck to the wound. In order not to hurt Brother Jin, Gulan had to move closer and carefully remove the gauze.

The faint fragrance appeared again and flashed across the strange color in Yunjin's eyes again. How could a grown man always have such a faint fragrance on his body, and he was on the road fleeing from famine. Even he himself was disgusted by the smell on his body as he hadn't bathed for several days. I haven't seen this guy take a bath every day! Xiang Yunjin was really surprised.

"Turn sideways," Gulan said softly while holding the bloody gauze, and she focused her attention on Yunjin.

The wound at the back was relatively smaller, but much deeper, with less adhesion than the front one, and was quickly peeled off by Gulan. After peeling, she checked the wound. Although it was still red and swollen, there was no sign of suppuration and the recovery was good. The next step is cleaning and disinfection. Gulan has prepared these things in advance and placed them all in small ceramic jars.

"Wine?" Xiang Yunjin looked at what Gulan was holding in surprise.

"Yes, it's used for sterilization." Although she was speaking, Gulan's hands did not stop moving, wiping the gauze soaked in wine on the wound.

"What is sterilization?" Xiang Yunjin looked at Gulan in confusion. He had never heard of this word.

Gulan paused and frowned slightly before continuing to wipe. I was careless and answered subconsciously. "It's just a little cleaner than washing it clean with water, it's a deep clean."

"So, wine has this ability?"

"Yes, but it must have a high alcohol concentration."

"What...is alcohol?" For the first time, Xiang Yunjin felt that he was extremely ignorant.

Gulan: "…" Suppress the urge to hold her forehead. The ancients had trouble speaking and were prone to making mistakes, as if there was no alcohol in ancient times.

"How should I put it?" Gulan stopped what she was doing and looked at Brother Jin. She closed her lips and thought for a while. "I wonder if Brother Jin knows that the first batch of wine produced during brewing is the strongest and most potent."

Xiang Yunjin shook his head. He really didn't know anything about this and he never had to worry about these things.

Gulan: "Well, generally speaking, the first batch of wine brewed cannot be consumed directly. Its concentration... oh, it means that the alcohol is very strong. Drinking it directly is harmful to the body. It needs to be blended. I think you understand what I mean."

"So all the wine that can be consumed is blended."

"That's not the case. Only the first batch of alcohol is stronger. The ones below should be much better. Those who can withstand it can drink it directly." Gulan thought about it and said.

"It means that the alcohol you used to clean my wound is quite strong and can clean the wound deeply, that is, kill bacteria."

"Yes, that's what I mean." Gulan nodded, took a deep breath, finally understood the explanation, and then continued with what she was doing.

Xiang Yunjin took the small pottery jar from Gulan's hand and put it to his nose. There was indeed a very strong smell of alcohol.Compared to this, the wine I used to drink instantly turned into bland water, without any taste of alcohol at all.

Looking at the person who was still in deep thought, Gulan continued with her hands, completed the disinfection, and then began to apply medicine. She wasted two rolls of gauze wrapping his whole body, and finally finished tying the knot perfectly.

"Okay." Gulan stretched out her hand to signal Brother Jin, who was holding the alcohol tightly, to return it. She still has this thing in her space, but Gulan still wants to keep it for herself. It is used as a cover and cannot be seen through. After all, she had never drunk any wine from this world, so she knew whether there was any wine with a high concentration.

"What did you say?" Xiang Yunjin pretended not to understand. He wanted to take it back and study it carefully.

Gulan didn't say anything, she grabbed the small pottery jar, and when she saw Brother Jin was about to speak, she immediately said, "Stop, I can't give it to you, I don't have much left." As she spoke, she quickly cleaned up the mess, not giving him time to speak, and got out of the cart with the blood-stained gauze.

Still, it definitely cannot be thrown away, after all, it is fine cotton yarn. There are many disinfected items in the space, and it can be reused after washing.

Inside the cart, Xiang Yunjin put on his clothes slowly, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, thinking about what he saw and said to Gulan today, he always felt that this boy was becoming more and more mysterious. Sterilization, alcohol concentration, these words are very unfamiliar.

As for alcohol, Xiang Yunjin didn't dare to say that he had drunk all kinds of alcohol, but there was no shortage of good wines. However, he had never seen alcohol of this concentration before. To be precise, as far as he knew, no one could brew it. So the question is, where did this guy get it from? Xiang Yunjin was really curious.

Just as he put on his clothes and was about to lie down, Gulan got into the cart again and pointed at the packed bedding and said, "I'll get my things."

Without saying a word, he got out of the cart decisively. Xiang Yunjin couldn't help but smile and slowly curled himself up in the quilt.

The night soon deepened, and a chilly breeze blew the fallen leaves slowly down. Gulan wrapped the quilt tightly around herself and hugged her son, frowning as she looked into the dark night. The weather was getting colder and colder. If she couldn't find a place to accommodate the victims before winter came, she would have to find another way.

The next day, the team set out and after a few hours they finally walked out of the forest and continued westward. In this way, several days passed. The journey was calm, but the only disappointing thing was that we didn't even encounter a village or town. Fortunately, everyone had made sufficient preparations beforehand, so they were able to hold on for a while. But it seems we will have to camp outdoors again tonight. After all, it is almost dusk and there is still no sign of any village or town.

Gulan drove the carriage slowly. AnAn, who was bored of staying in the carriage, leaned close to her and said a few words from time to time. With the little guy l,driving the carriage was not boring at all.

After a few days of recuperation, Xiang Yunjin's injuries have improved a lot. Although he still cannot exert force, he is now completely independent. At this moment, he was a little bored in the carriage, so he put down the "Thousand Character Classic" which he had read countless times, and walked out. He squeezed to the other side of Gulan. Gulan glanced at him without saying anything. It was obvious that this guy was bored again.

His injuries had obviously improved in the past two days, and he came out more frequently. Every time he came out, he and AnAn squeezed her in the middle. To be honest, if it wasn't for the thank-you gift, she would have been kicked out long ago. The feeling of being sandwiched in the middle was really not pleasant. I dared not move my hands too much, for fear of accidentally knocking one of them off the cart.