Chapter 1 Weizhou
Yu Kingdom Zaiqian three years, Jiangnan Road, Weizhou City.
A morning rain in early summer washed away the turbidity and heat between heaven and earth.
On the Yunzhou Bridge, there are many pedestrians and vehicles and horses.
The wide and deep river under the bridge flows quietly from south to north, carrying ships full of salt, tea, grain and other goods.
Hongge giant ships, thousands of ships, are either pulled by the trackers or rowed by the boatmen, and there is no time to stop.
The Yu Empire inherited the water transportation system of the former Sui Dynasty, and Yunzhou City is one of the important nodes on the water transportation route of the Yu State.
The so-called "Wumen turned millet and silk, Pan Hailing Penglai."
"Cloud sails turn to Liaohai, japonica rice comes to Soochow."
The ships and goods traveling from south to north have brought a large number of floating population and business opportunities to this city on Jiangnan Road.
Street shops along the Qiaotou River in Weizhou were ready to open long before the sun rose.
Whether it is a tea house, restaurant, restaurant, or rouge shop, **** shop, rice shop, all the shops are spacious and grand, and they are very popular. However, among the many shops, there was one whose door was closed and had no intention of opening at all.
It was a pharmacy with a "Baoantang" plaque hanging on it.
"Snapped."
The rag that wiped the countertop of the pharmacy and was thrown aside,
A boy's palm first slid across the antique paulownia tabletop, and then moved it to his eyes, examining whether there was any dust left on the fingertips.
"It can be considered clean."
The young man blew on his palm, threw the rag into the tub filled with water, stretched himself, and sat in the chair behind the counter.
He is about fourteen or fifteen years old. He wears a gray shirt with a short crimson white shirt inside, a cape, and long boots. He has an ordinary appearance and a very calm expression.
Leon, this is his name.
In other words, it is his name in this world.
Four months ago, Li Hanquan, the former owner of Baoan Tang and Li Ang's father, and his wife Cui Yi passed away due to illness. And Li Ang himself, who was in a daze during the filial piety, also had an accident—
In his mind, messy and fragmented memory fragments began to emerge continuously.
A bustling city full of skyscrapers, steel vehicles galloping on the streets, mobile phones, computers, and the Internet
And the existence of the same name Leon living in that world.
The source of the broken memory has the same name and surname as him, and even looks exactly the same. Is this Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou?
Or, is it the legendary "time travel"?
Li Ang shook his head, put his messy thoughts behind him, and focused on the familiar Baoantang drugstore in front of him.
The storefront of the pharmacy is quite spacious, with bluestone slabs on the floor, round stones under the four pillars, three thin ropes hanging from the beams of the house, and a thin wooden stick tied to it. Chinese patent medicines, as well as small wooden plaques with nourishing words such as "Xiaoqinglong Decoction", "Ephedra Decoction", "Dihuang Decoction" and so on.
Above the counter, there are flat bamboo baskets, medicine scales, pounding medicine mortars and other sundries.
On the wooden shelf behind the counter, there are wooden boxes and ceramic jars containing ephedra, kudzu root, black medicine, danshen and other medicines.
"Master, our family is running out of money."
The soft female voice interrupted his thinking, and Li Ang turned his head to look, only to see a girl wearing a blue maid uniform sitting in the corner of the shop.
She was about the same age as Li Ang, with a cute oval face, frowning slightly, stacking a lot of coins on the table.
Chai Cuiqiao, the maid of the Li Ang family.
Eight years ago, a rebellion broke out in Zhou State in the south of Yu State, and the rebel army captured ten prefectural cities one after another like a prairie fire.
The situation was turbulent at that time, and there were not many people selling children and women. Li Ang's mother, Cui Yi, made the decision and bought Chai Cuiqiao as Li Ang's maid.
As a big country in the world, Yu State has a vast territory and strong national power. It also claims to be the most civilized. The clear law stipulates that there are servants in the country but no slaves.
So it is considered a maid.
"Well, how much more?"
Li Ang sighed, stood up from the chair, and walked towards the maid.
Although there is an episode of Zhuang Zhou's Dream of a Butterfly, and there are countless fragments of memories for no reason, Li Ang's mental consciousness has not changed.
After his parents passed away suddenly, Chai Cuiqiao, his childhood sweetheart, was the person he was closest to and trusted in this world.
By the way, the civil servants of Yu State should call the male master "Alang" and "Master", or according to the ranking of the master in the family, they should call him "Dalang", "Erlang" and "Sanlang".
However, Li Ang, who has awakened modern memory fragments, always feels that the name "Da Lang" is weird.
There is a sense of déjà vu that I will get up and drink medicine in the next second.
So Chai Cuiqiao asked him to call him Young Master or by his first name when there were no outsiders.
"Three thousand two hundred and eighty-four flat coins, seven hundred and fifteen coins for two coins, seven hundred and seventy-nine coins for three coins, four hundred and twenty-one coins for five coins, two hundred and twenty coins for ten coins, and thirteen coins for broken silver Two, twenty pennies of flying money"
Chai Cuiqiao's slender onion-like fingers hanging in mid-air pointed to and fro, tilted her head, and her face looked a bit tangled, "It adds up to a total of."
"Thirty-one consistent and three hundred and fifty-six texts,"
Li Ang went to the table and sat down, "Add thirteen taels of silver."
Yu State uses copper coins as the base currency. The so-called flat money is a small penny, which is the smallest currency unit in the copper coin system.
Currently, Kaiyuan Tongbao, the largest flat coin in folk circulation, is shaped like an outer circle and an inner square, with a diameter of eight minutes. Its components are copper, tin, and lead, and there is a star and moon pattern on the back.
Others include Qianyuan Chongbao, Dali Yuanbao, etc., which belong to the year money issued by the previous emperors.
And discounting two coins, discounting three coins, discounting five coins, and discounting ten coins, as the name suggests, their values are two, three, five, and ten coins respectively. Further up, there are big money worth twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, even a hundred, and a thousand. If the face value is enough for every thousand coins, it is consistent.
As for Feiqian, it is Yu State’s paper exchange ticket—because the copper coin has a small face value, is heavy, and is inconvenient to transport, so paper money orders (similar to bank checks) were born.
The Feiqian currently placed on the table of the Baoan Hall is about the size of a palm, and is made of high-quality Xuanzhou hard yellow paper, which is tough and not easy to break. The words "Twenty Guan" are written in the middle of the paper, and the time and place of depositing money, the bank and the person responsible for the relevant procedures are marked below, and the edge of the paper is a circle of complicated and exquisite anti-counterfeiting patterns.
"Recently, the price of silver is about two to eight hundred yuan, and thirteen taels of silver equals four hundred yuan in ten pennies. Add them all up, and there are seven hundred and fifty-six yuan in forty-one pennies."
Looking at the coins stacked on the table, neither the master nor the servant spoke, and fell silent for a while.
Forty-one consistent, say too much, say less.
Li Ang sighed, "The prices in the city haven't changed much recently, have they?"
"should not."
Chai Cuiqiao snapped her fingers and said, "White rice costs 70 Wen per bucket (1 bucket equals about 6 kilograms, and 10 buckets equals 1 shi), pork costs 42 Wen per catty, grass carp 30 Wen per catty, a piece of mustard cake costs 2 Wen, and sour stuffing. (Vegetable steamed stuffed buns) cost 3 Wen per piece, 3 Wen per pear, and 40 Wen per catty of salt.”
"If you only count food in daily life, the average for two people is 50 Wen, 100 Wen per day. But this only includes rice, salt, firewood, seasoning, oil, meat, vegetables, etc. If you want to cook one or two more dishes or soup, the cost About 130 texts per day.
There are also money to buy clothes, coal, stationery, books and periodicals, fruits and snacks, and candles.”
Li Ang did some calculations, and he and Chai Cuiqiao lived for 150 Wen per day.
If you want to maintain the well-off life before, it will be 170 to 200 wen per day.
"Without any income, if you sit and eat, 41 pennies are only enough to live for about half a year."
Li Ang rubbed the center of his brows, he never thought that the first problem that time travel faced was not a fatal disease, nor corrupt officials, but the most realistic bankruptcy crisis of a well-off family.
"Master, that, actually."
Chai Cuiqiao rubbed the corners of the maid's clothes, hesitated for a long time, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "I still have some private money."
Li Ang didn't hear clearly, "What?"
"Ten, ten guan."
Chai Cuiqiao blushed slightly, and said coyly, "Madam will give me a monthly allowance every month, allowing me to buy what I want. Except for some melon and fruit snacks, I have been saving it all the time."
"What are you thinking about?"
Li Ang smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand and lightly tapped Chai Cuiqiao's forehead, "You can keep the money for yourself, I won't be able to rely on maids for support."
Chai Cuiqiao covered her forehead with her hands, pursing her lips in silent protest.
"Ahem."
Li Ang coughed lightly, patted his thigh, and said seriously: "I plan to reopen the medical clinic."
"Eh?"
Chai Cuiqiao put her hands down, with a shocked expression on her face, "Hey!"
"Hey what, I have to find a way, I can't just sit and eat."
"But."
Chai Cuiqiao opened her mouth, but stopped talking.
Li Ang glanced at her, picked up the teacup from the table and took a sip of tea, "I'm afraid that I'm too young and no one will believe me? Or is it that I'm not good at medicine and accidentally put someone to death?"
"Well"
Chai Cuiqiao stared at the sky, staring at the beams of the house.
"Hey, you girl."
Li Ang pretended to be annoyed, and reached out to rub Chai Cuiqiao's hair into a mess. Amid the latter's protest, he said seriously: ""On the Causes and Symptoms of Diseases", "Qian Jin Fang", "Qian Jin Yi Fang", "Supplements of Materia Medica", I have read all the books "Elbow Reserve Emergency Prescriptions", and it is absolutely no problem to treat people's diseases.
I'm sure about this, don't worry.
By the way, what food is left at home? "
"Master, are you hungry? There are two bunches of noodles in the kitchen, seven or eight eggs, two small jars of sauerkraut and pickles."
"Then let's get two bowls of fried egg noodles. Let's make do with it first. After dinner, I'll go out. After the filial piety period is over, I should go to greet the teacher and ask about the state exam. If you can pass the provincial exam, With Juren’s status, various things including opening a clinic will be much more convenient.”
"oh oh."
Chai Cuiqiao nodded half-understanding, turned around and lifted the bead curtain, and went to the kitchen, but there was still a little worry on her face.
Li Ang watched her back disappear around the corner, and sighed softly.
My family knows my own family affairs. As Cui Yi's half-daughter and future daughter-in-law, Chai Cuiqiao can be said to be the person who knows Li Ang best in the world.
Even she was worried about Li Ang's reopening of the clinic, so there was no need to talk about outsiders' thoughts.
Li Ang ran his fingers through the messy hair, and the eyes under his fingers became brighter.
No matter how you look at it, it is impossible to support a medical center and pharmacy at this age, but
Li Ang stood up from the chair, closed his eyes, and held his breath. Under the light of the bright sunlight through the thin window paper, his hands were hanging in front of him, and his palms were clasped, as if he was holding something.
Scalpel, cut the skin.
Retractor to expose the abdominal cavity.
Aspiration device to remove accumulated blood.
Li Ang's hands are gentle and steady like a conductor on the stage.
Incision, hemostasis, ligation, drainage.
Resection, reconstruction, grafting, transplantation.
There seemed to be a virtual human figure lying horizontally in front of his eyes, with eyes, nose, mouth, ears, heart, liver, spleen and lungs. As Li Ang cut open the skin with a scalpel, the blood vessels, muscles, and nerves of the virtual humanoid were all exposed in the field of vision, showing every detail.
The faint sunlight through the window paper is like a shadowless lamp, the sound of slippers dragging on the floor of the sterile operating room seems to be heard in the ears, and various smells emerge from the memory fragments.
The smell of sanitizing soapy water when washing your hands.
The smell of high-frequency electric knife burning flesh and blood.
and even the sour smell of various lesions.
Li Ang's arms hanging in mid-air paused. He still couldn't remember his specific life experience in another world.
Whenever I think hard, I can only find clear information neatly arranged like a library shelf in the ocean of memory.
Inorganic Chemistry, Organic Chemistry, Biochemistry, Cell Biology, Pathophysiology, Pathoanatomy, Medical Immunology, Medical Microbiology, Specimen, Diagnosis, Ultrasound, Imaging, ECG.
Fuzzy and profound emotions welled up in my heart, the hardships when I was studying, the apprehension and panic when holding the scalpel for the first time, the tiredness and satisfaction when the operation was completed.
Li Ang slowly lowered his arms and opened his eyes, which were shining.
Myself, a surgeon.
(end of this chapter)