After squeezing out the stuff, Master Zhang wiped the wound with the prepared iodine cotton ball, and the whole thing was done.
It was only then that everyone realized: "Did the pig faint from the pain?"
Otherwise, why is there no response
"Ah?" Master Zhang was shocked: "Not really!"
As he said that, he quickly rummaged through his bag, took out a packet of anti-inflammatory powder and sprinkled it on the surface.
This time the preparations are really complete!
Song Tan quickly let go. The little wild boar had lost its spiritual energy. It grunted and quickly stood up, then rushed towards the pigpen without looking back!
"Bang!"
It bumped head-on into the railing, getting knocked unconscious, and was hurriedly pushed inside by everyone.
Once they were brought in, they squeezed in with other pigs. They looked energetic and particularly strong.
Master Zhang: …
"How come it's not afraid of pain? It doesn't feel anything at all?"
They can run and jump, and many people keep them healthy. Even piglets are not so lively. Could it be that wild boars not only have thick skin, but also strong physique
He looked down at what he had squeezed out, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought I didn't do the surgery well, and it wasn't hurt. I wouldn't have used the anti-inflammatory powder if I had known."
It was only then that Song Tan realized, "Is this the end?"
"Well, it's over."
Master Zhang was putting away his alcohol and cotton balls, and he sighed:
"The conditions are really good now. In the past, after mowing the grass, I would just sprinkle a pinch of wood ash on it and that was it. Now I even use iodine anti-inflammatory powder on it!"
Master Zhang felt that he was both professional and generous, and he had the right to stay for dinner.
The group chatted and went down the mountain in a lively manner. Only Song Tan and Zhang Yanping stood at the door of the pig pen, looking at the lively little wild boar in surprise, feeling that they had learned a lot.
When she sent them off, she remembered that her babies at home, although the boss said that he could come to the house to collect them if there were paparazzi, they couldn’t keep giving birth. Could they be sterilized in the future
“No, no!”
Zhang Yanping shook his head frantically: "You should just pull the whole city together to do it. This method is too crude."
He felt a pain in his crotch just looking at it.
However, just as he finished speaking, he saw the wild boar hit the railing again and started to grunt at him. It was obviously time to eat.
Zhang Yanping: …
Song Tan made the decision: "There are eight babies, five of them are male. We need to send them to the city for sterilization, which will cost at least two thousand yuan. This is good enough."
With some spiritual energy, maybe the babies will be willing too.
Let's take the bitch 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 his head and looked at Dabai: "The king has gone on patrol, you stay here and watch carefully. Call me if there is anything."
The big white eyes stared at her, and then he made a creaking sound and stretched his neck to poke into his hand.
Song Tan quickly withdrew his hand.
No, no, is it easy for her to gather that little spiritual energy? I gave it to the pig, so I won’t give it to the goose today. If I have to give it, I’ll give it to the king. Look at their king, how considerate!
Not long after the two men went down the mountain, there was another rustling sound in the jungle.
The king came out from the bushes, holding a black and gray thing in his mouth. With a light jump, he returned to the railing.
It opened its mouth, and saw another piglet, smaller than the wild boar, shook its head, stumbled to its feet, nudged its surroundings with its nose, and then squeezed into the herd of pigs as if it knew the way.
When he got home, Qiao Qiao had just finished class. Song Tan then realized, "Oh, Master Zhang, you didn't take a video just now."
"Yes," Master Zhang also remembered it, and at this moment he slapped his thigh with great regret.
Song Tan also felt regretful: "I should have let Qiao Qiao go live earlier."
I haven’t done a live broadcast for a long time, so I have to find some more material, but Qiao Qiao has to spend a lot of time in class now.
She walked over to discuss with Xin Jun: "Teacher Xin, Qiao Qiao used to have a live broadcast account that made some money. If you don't mind, can you live broadcast the class? You can point the camera anywhere you want, and you don't have to show your face."
Mainly to maintain account update volume.
Xin Jun was also quite curious: "Can Qiao Qiao's live broadcast account make money?"
It sounds simple, but it's not that easy.
Now he really wants to settle down here - his own farm house was specially designed by someone, with a garden courtyard, bonsai, rockery, pond, and everything else. The environment is good, the food is delicious, and the service is warm.
But if you really think about it, compared with Song Tan's tight farmyard, it is indeed lacking something.
But what exactly was missing? He couldn't explain it clearly. At this moment, he just wished he could be a tutor for thousands of years. At this moment, he had long forgotten about the food provided by his family. He just wanted to keep eating, and he didn't care about getting fat.
What's more, Xin Jun also knew how important a profitable project was to Qiao Qiao, so he agreed immediately:
"Sure. There are a lot of live learning studios online now, which are pretty good."
Qiao Qiao couldn't wait to pick up the pig food bucket:
"Mom, you guys are doing surgery on the piglet today, doesn't it need something good to eat? I'll go feed it now."
Wulan didn't go up the mountain to see, but the piglets that had just been sterilized did need some nourishment.
She thought about it, and the roots of the onions, garlic, and cilantro she picked from the vegetable garden, the kitchen scraps she made when she cleaned up lunch today, and even the weeds that the free laborers pulled from the fields on the mountain...
Anything that pigs can eat is added.
Including eggshells, wheat bran, and dried corn mixed into the bucket, two full buckets! If Qiao Qiao hadn't become stronger recently, he really couldn't carry it.
Although this is definitely not enough for six pigs, after they finish lunch, the remaining food mixed with rice bran can still be fed again...
"Add some water, mix it and carry it over."
There was not much in the first half of the year, and Tantan did not allow too much feed, so the pigs had to bear with it. In the second half of the year, there would definitely be a good harvest.
When Wulan said this, his eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles.
Oh, their pigs are not picky about food, they eat everything, and they grow so strong.
Thinking about it, I suddenly regretted having castrated the little wild boar. After all, they were in good shape and didn't look like they would get sick. If my old sow really gave birth, it shouldn't be a problem, right
But it's all over...
After thinking for a while, she patted her son's head again and said, "Dear, it's a good thing to have many pigs on the mountain. You don't have to hide it. You can feed them as many meals as you want. As long as they can eat and are not hungry, it's fine."
Qiao Qiao nodded, finally relieved, and promised loudly: "Okay! I got it!"