Twenty minutes later, Wang Wei sat on a large bluestone, and Wang Sha and Cuihua stood in front of him.

"Oh!" Wang Wei sighed and then ordered: "Next, your task is to cut trees. I want such a thick straight wood, two meters, um, one person tall. The wood requires a harder one, and it is best to use thornwood." Wang Wei gestured with his hands.

After hearing Wang Wei's words, Wang Sha turned around and left.

Cuihua stayed in place with a puzzled look on her face and asked, "Wang Wei, what do you want to make thorns? The wood is full of thorns, and it is poisonous and cannot be burned as firewood. What's the use?"

"Oh, I need to use thorns to make pigpens." Wang Wei explained.

"What is a pigpen? Are pigs made? Is it eaten? Is it delicious? What tastes?" Cuihua raised more questions.

"Don't ask, just cut down trees!" Wang Wei asked with his forehead.

"Oh!" Cuihua turned around and left, but just took two steps, she turned around and said, "Wang Wei, the last question..."

"Go quickly!" Wang Wei roared.

Seeing Cuihua finally going to work, Wang Wei sighed. It was better for Wang Sha. Although he was a little unclear, at least he wouldn't have so many problems.

Look, he went with an order, without saying a word.

After the two left, Wang Wei found a piece of land next to the village.

This land is at the lower vent and is close to the riverside. The smell of grass pigs is very bad. If it is kept in captivity, the smell is even more disgusting, so Wang Wei chose such a place that will not affect the tribe members too much.

As long as there is wind, the smell will not come. It is close to the river and it is convenient to use water.

After measuring with his steps, Wang Wei planned the size of the pigpen.

Grass pigs don’t know how to dig holes. With fences, there is no need to worry about them running away. However, for the first time in breeding, Wang Wei believes that there should be many problems in the future.

While thinking, Wang Wei walked back.

Because I didn't look at the road, I suddenly bumped into someone.

"Sorry..." Before Wang Wei finished speaking, he saw that the person he hit was Wang Sha who was standing there motionless with a stone axe.

"Didn't you go to cut down trees? Why are you standing here?" Wang Wei asked.

"I don't know Thornwood." Wang Sha said with a look of course.

Wang Wei took him speechlessly to a thorn tree next to the village and said, "This is a thorn tree. You can cut it yourself and be careful to get it."

Wang Sha responded and started working.

Although Wang Sha is a little unclear, he really won’t be lazy when working. The big axe wheel is like a windmill.

Wang Wei nodded with satisfaction and went to see the pig.

The lives of grass pigs are very cheap. They were obviously not long after they were born, and it was the most vulnerable time. They were tormented like that yesterday, but none of them died.

Seeing Wang Wei coming, the tied sows were so scared that they started to scream.

Only the grass pig that had eaten the uncooked grilled fish was lying motionless on the ground.

Wang Wei touched it with his feet, and it hummed twice, and its voice was still weak.

There are too many piglets in these litters. Wang Wei thought that some of them would definitely die on the way back, but he didn't expect that they all survived, so the sows now don't have enough milk.

After thinking about it, Wang Wei roasted another big fish to induce milk.

After finishing all this, Wang Wei went to see Wang Sha.

After so long, he should have cut a lot of wood.

As a result, when he arrived at Wang Sha, he was stunned.

Wang Sha did cut a lot of thorns, but the problem was that he cut all these thorns into wooden sticks more than half a meter high.

Taking a deep breath and telling himself that he was not angry, Wang Wei walked over and asked, "Wang Sha, why did you cut these thorns so short?"

"Didn't you say that one person is tall? Just now, Yaya walked from the side and I asked her to compete. It's that tall." Wang Sha said seriously.

"Uh, there is a loophole in what I just said. I'll explain it to you again. Forget it, I'll cut one for you. After the cut, you can just follow the length of my chop!" Wang Wei said speechlessly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Cuihua's voice came from beside him.

"Wang Wei, what is a loophole? Which hole? How big is it? Can a person fall into it? Can a person come out after it falls into it?"

Wang Wei covered his eyes with his hands, and then said to Cuihua: "That's it, Cuihua, you will take Wang Sha with you later, teach him how long it needs to be cut, so that you two have a companion together, and you can still have someone to talk to, right?"

"That's great, what about you, Wang Wei, do you want to be with me..." Cuihua said happily.

"I don't want it! You guys go and cut down trees quickly. Just leave these cut thorns to me. Bye!" After Wang Wei said that, he dragged the two bundles of thorns cut out by Cuihua and walked towards the tribe.

And behind, Cuihua was still shouting: "Wang Wei, what does it mean to be worshipped?"

After returning to the village, Wang Wei found that the old woman and a tribe member were surrounding the tribe member whose feet were cut by a shell were said with a heavy face.

Wang Wei leaned over and saw that the tribe's face became paler.

On his feet, a wound that was more than ten centimeters long was curled outside. After a night, the flesh near the wound turned white.

The old woman cut a small piece of meat with bamboo slices, and a yellow liquid flowed out of it.

"It's over, I'll start to suppurate whatever I'm afraid of. It's not serious yet, but in two days, things will be in danger." The old woman frowned.

"Mother, I'm fine, just rest." The injured tribe said weakly.

This tribe member cut his feet when catching fish for Wang Wei, and Wang Wei felt very uncomfortable.

However, his shallow medical knowledge made it difficult for him to do something for him.

For this more serious trauma, Wang Wei only knew one treatment method in his previous life.

That is to go to the hospital to find a doctor.

As for those herbs that can prevent inflammation and plants that stop bleeding and remove blood stasis, he doesn't understand them at all.

Of course, even if you understand it now, it is useless. After all, this place is not the earth at all. With limited memory fragments, Wang Wei can name no more than ten famous plants.

Just as Wang Wei was planning to get some delicious supplements for the wounded, the old woman gritted her teeth and spoke.

"It cannot be suppurated. Once suppuration becomes slight, it is a trivial matter. If you have a fever or cause other symptoms, your life will not be preserved. Make a fire and burn it! Keep the wound hot and seal it up!"

After hearing the old woman's words, Wang Wei asked quickly: "Mother, what does hot mean?"

"Burn the wooden sticks red, burn the wounds to death, and stick them together, and maybe they won't become pus!" said the old woman.

Wang Wei took a breath of air conditioning.

How painful it will be to do this!

The soles of the feet are originally sensitive and have obvious feelings of pain.

Originally, this tribe member was a wounded person. Can he bear it if he burned it?

What's more, burning wounds with fire is not very useful for anti-inflammatory except for secondary trauma.

In the absence of anti-inflammatory drugs, anti-inflammatory can only be prevented.

Keeping the wound clean and hygienic can play the greatest role.

After being hot, the skin becomes fragile and without defense, the virus becomes more likely to invade the wound.

The treatment of inflammation by using perm can only have a slight effect in cold winters.

It is basically difficult to succeed in this warm climate.

"My mother, it is not possible to use hot to prevent suppuration." Wang Wei said.

"One time your father was injured, and his wound had become suppurated. Later, it became scabbed after it became scalded." The old woman said.

"So have anyone else tried this method later?" Wang Wei asked.

The old woman was silent for a while and said, "Many tribe members have tried it."

"Then have they all succeeded?" Wang Wei asked.

"Some have succeeded, some have not." The old woman sighed.

"Are there very few successes? Only one or two lucky ones who are not very big wounds have healed the wound?" Wang Wei asked again.

"How do you know? But this kind of thing is based on luck, and if you don't succeed, there is no other way." The old woman said worriedly.

Wang Wei gritted his teeth and said, "Mother, I have a way."

"Do you have a method? Is it feasible? How sure?" the old woman asked excitedly when she heard this.

Even the injured tribe member's eyes shone with strong light.

His wound was so big and he had so much blood. Once it became suppurated, it would become more and more serious. If the inflammation could not be cured, it would definitely die if it was dragged on. Moreover, he would have to endure a long and long pain before he died.

But now Wang Wei said that he had a solution, which immediately raised a hint of hope.

Wang Wei gritted his teeth, pinched his little finger and said, "Just, just grasp it a little bit."

The old woman looked at Wang Wei and sighed.

The light of hope that rose in the eyes of the injured tribe also dissipated.

"Make a fire and call everyone who stays in the village and hold him down. It will hurt a lot later. I'm afraid he can't help it." The old woman ordered.

Small-area scalds may not become suppurative as long as they do not come into contact with a too dirty environment. However, it is a fantasy to not become suppurative if a large-area scald is not suppurative.
To be continued...