Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 217 - . Valuable Anti-inflammatory Powder_1

Chapter 217: 217. Valuable Anti-inflammatory Powder_1

Chapter 217: 217. Valuable Anti-inflammatory Powder_1

The pus was squeezed out, and Master Zhang rubbed the prepared iodine cotton ball on the wound, and that was that.

It wasn’t until this moment that everyone realized, “Did the pig faint from pain?”

Otherwise, why wasn’t there any reaction?

“Huh?” Master Zhang was shocked, “That shouldn’t be possible!”

As he spoke, he hurriedly rummaged through his bag and took out a pack of anti-inflammatory powder to sprinkle on it.

This time, he really was fully prepared!

Song Tan quickly let go, and Xiaoye, the little wild pig, cut off from Spiritual Energy, let out a grunt and quickly stood up, then without looking back, bolted towards the pigsty!

“Bang!”

It crashed into the railings, in a complete daze and was then hurriedly shuttled back inside by everyone scrambling around.

Once inside, it squeezed into the crowd of other pigs, looking energetic and particularly robust.

Master Zhang: …

“Why isn’t it afraid of pain! It’s like it doesn’t feel anything at all?”

It could still run and jump; many people’s healthy pigs weren’t this lively. Could it be that wild pigs not only have thick skin but also bodies this tough?

He looked down again at what had been squeezed out earlier and breathed a sigh of relief, “I thought I hadn’t done the surgery well and it wasn’t hurt. Had I known, I wouldn’t have used the anti-inflammatory powder.”

It was not until then that Song Tan realized, “Is it over just like that?”

“Yep, it’s over.”

Master Zhang was busy putting away his alcohol and cotton balls while he couldn’t help but marvel,

“Conditions are really good now. In the past, after the cut, people just sprinkled some ash on it and called it a day, and here I am, even using iodine and anti-inflammatory powder on it!”

Master Zhang felt both professional and generous, convincing himself he had every right to stay for the meal.

The group chatted energetically as they made their way down the mountain. Only Song Tan and Zhang Yanping stood at the entrance of the pigsty, astonished by the spirited Xiaoye, feeling as if they had broadened their horizons.

It was only then that she remembered the few treasures at home. Although that boss said he would collect them when the dogs were old enough, they couldn’t just keep breeding. Maybe they should consider sterilization in the future…

“Absolutely not!”

Zhang Yanping shook his head vehemently, “Better take them to the city and have it done uniformly, this method is just too brutal.”

Just the thought made him wince.

However, as soon as he finished talking, he saw Xiaoye charge headfirst into the railing again, grunting at him as if it was time to eat.

Zhang Yanping: …

Song Tan decided, “Eight treasures, five are males. Taking them to the city for sterilization would cost at least two thousand yuan. It’s good enough as it is.”

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With Spiritual Energy, the Baobaos might also be okay with it.

The female dogs can be taken to the hospital later.

Zhang Yanping completely lost any desire to look at Xiaoye again:

“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s head back.”

Song Tan turned to look at Big White, “The king is out patrolling, you watch over things here, okay? Call if you need anything.”

Big White’s beady eyes stared at her, then let out a caw, stretching its neck trying to peck at his hand.

Song Tan hurriedly withdrew her hand.

No, no, no, do you have any idea how hard it is for her to scrape together that bit of Spiritual Energy? To give it to a pig today means the geese won’t get any. If anyone is to receive it, it should be Big White, look how considerate Big White is!

Not long after they descended from the mountain, there was another rustling noise in the jungle.

Big White emerged from the shrubbery, with something black and grey in its mouth. With a graceful leap, it was back inside the fence.

When it let go, out tumbled a piglet even smaller than the wild boar, that shook its head and wobbled to its feet, then nosed around the area before confidently squeezing into the pack of pigs.

When they got home, Qiaoqiao had just finished class, and only then did Song Tan realize, “Oh no, Teacher Zhang, you didn’t record a video.”

“Yeah,” Teacher Zhang also remembered, slapping his thigh in regret.

Song Tan too felt a tinge of regret: “If only I had asked Qiaoqiao to livestream it just now.”

It had been a while since the last livestream, so they needed to find some fresh content, but Qiaoqiao’s class schedule was quite packed these days.

She went to discuss with Xin Jun, “Teacher Xin, Qiaoqiao had a livestreaming account that could make some money. If you don’t mind, could you livestream the class? The camera can be pointed anywhere, it doesn’t have to show faces.”

The main point was to keep the account active with updates.

Xin Jun was quite intrigued, “Qiaoqiao’s livestreaming account can make money?”

It sounded simple, but it was not that easy.

He now truly wanted to settle down here—his own family resort was professionally designed, complete with gardens, bonsais, rockeries, ponds… you name it, the environment was great, the food was excellent, and the service warm.

Yet if you really compared it to Song Tan’s humble farmhouse, it somehow fell short.

But what exactly it lacked, he couldn’t quite articulate. At the moment, he wished he could be a tutor for hundreds of years. Right then, he had completely forgotten the vegetables supplied by his own farm; he just wanted to keep eating and didn’t care if he got fat.

Moreover, Xin Jun knew how important a money-making project was to Qiaoqiao, so he immediately agreed:

“Sure. There are many of those study livestream rooms online these days, and they’re quite good.”

Qiaoqiao couldn’t wait to pick up the pig feed bucket:

“Mom, you performed surgery on the piglet today, does it need to eat something good? I’ll go feed it a bit now.”

Wu Lan hadn’t gone up the mountain to see, but the piglet that had just been neutered did indeed need some nourishment.

She thought for a moment, then added the roots of the green onions, garlic, and cilantro she’d picked from the vegetable garden, along with the kitchen scraps from preparing lunch, and even the wild herbs they had pulled for free from the mountain fields…

Anything the pigs could eat, she included it all.

She also mixed in eggshells, wheat bran, dried corn into the bucket—a total of two huge, heaping buckets! If Qiaoqiao hadn’t grown stronger recently, she wouldn’t have been able to carry them at all.

Although the rations for the six pigs wouldn’t be enough, they could still be fed with leftover rice mixed with rice bran after their lunch…

“Add some water, mix it up, and carry it over,” she instructed.

There wasn’t much growing in the fields this first half of the year, and Tantan didn’t allow for much feed, so the pigs would have to make do for now. But come the second half of the year, their meals would certainly be more plentiful.

Wu Lan said this with a smile on her lips and eyes.

Ah, the pigs in their family weren’t fussy eaters—they ate everything and grew so strong.

Thinking about it suddenly made her regret having castrated the wild boar. After all, their physique was really good, and they didn’t seem like they’d fall ill. If the old sow at home had piglets, there probably wouldn’t be any issues, right?

But what’s done was done…

After some thought, she still patted her beloved son’s head: “Good boy, having more pigs in the mountains is a good thing; no need to hide or hoard. You can feed them as often as you like. As long as they can eat it and aren’t hungry, that’s fine.”

Qiaoqiao nodded, finally at ease, and promised loudly, “Okay! I got it!”