Chapter 224 Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases
Thinking of the grown-up in my family, apart from this martial arts, I have not learned as much from him in the past ten years as my brother.
In his eyes, he only has that dear elder brother.
Now that I have a share of the pasture and a share of the textile workshop, plus this official position, which one was not given by my brother?
If you make more achievements during this trip, if you add up all these things, including money and money, official positions and official positions, and merit and merit, in this generation, except for Guan and Zhang, I am afraid that no one can compare with me.
In this case, how can I still rely on my family?
You can even provide support to the eldest brother in turn, which should be happy in the eyes of adults who only value the eldest brother.
Brother is right. Only the world you create by yourself is your own.
If you rely on your family, you will eventually be fettered by others. How can you be as happy and comfortable as you are now?
"what happened?"
Feng Yong made a "bang" sound, threw the board on the table, and said slightly dissatisfied, "How come your homework has become worse these days? Can you get such a simple question wrong?"
Amei, who was sitting in front of him, lowered her head and wrung her clothes with her hands. She probably knew what she was doing was wrong, so she immediately knelt down and said, "I'm sorry, my lord, but I have failed to live up to your expectations."
Feng Yong really didn’t know how to deal with this situation for such a docile student who had never let him down.
“You can obviously learn literacy very quickly, but why do you become like this when you learn math? Don’t you like math? That’s not right. I thought it was pretty good before!”
Feng Yong looked at Amei kneeling on the ground, feeling really irritable.
Such a good young talent would be extremely disappointed if he was like Yaomei who stayed in Zhuangzi and lost his ambition halfway through learning.
“Brother, don’t worry. I see that Amei is always a little uneasy these days. Is there something on her mind?”
Guan Ji, who had been following Feng Yong these days, came over and poured a bowl of water for Feng Yong.
Then he picked up the board and looked at it, and said with a smile, "My brother taught Amei these things, and my little sister listened to them all the time. Now I can't even understand the things on it. How can Amei learn this step?" , which is already considered rare.”
Although Nanxiang County is called a county, its population is not as large as that of a village over Jincheng.
Li Qiu was able to agree to be the county magistrate of this small town only because of the sake of Feng Yong and Li Yi.
The place was desolate and the danger was high. In addition, Feng Yong was running all over the mountains and fields with his people during these days. Guan Ji was really uneasy, so she followed him throughout the whole process and rarely left his side.
Beauty is kind and kind, so Feng Yong naturally has to listen to what Feng Yong said to Guan Ji.
“What’s on your mind?”
Feng Yong looked at Amei, who was still kneeling on the ground, and said, "Get up first. You are a girl. You only have enough food and clothing every day to read and read. How can you care about the body of a maid and the fate of a young lady?"
Amei responded, and after getting up, she glanced at Guan Ji gratefully, lowered her head and muttered: "Returning to the Lord, I do have something on my mind, but I don't dare to disturb the Lord, so I have been uneasy these days. of."
Feng Yong was stunned. He couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Guan Ji. He thought, when did Guan Ji care about such a little maid?
Guan Ji noticed Feng Yong’s eyes and just pursed her lips and smiled without saying anything.
It's just that he didn't see it. When he turned back, Guan Ji's eyes fell on the woman's hair **** by Amei for a while, and then she looked back.
“Tell me, what happened?”
Knowing that Amei had something on her mind rather than a lack of ambition, Feng Yong lost his worries and became in the mood to care about himself, his personal maid.
“Master, um... do you think there will be two people named Zhang Ji in this world?”
Amei got Feng Yong’s permission and finally plucked up the courage to ask.
Feng Yong answered nonchalantly, what kind of mentally retarded questions does this girl ask?
There are only about 3,000 commonly used Chinese characters. How many people use Chinese characters to give names? How could it not be repeated?
“What about the one who is good at medicine and named Zhang Ji?”
Amei asked with a little hope this time and a little worriedly.
"What's the meaning?"
Feng Yong's heart moved, "Speak clearly!"
Zhang Ji, the sage of medicine, was Feng Tubao’s biggest regret. At the same time, it also left a big gap in the history of Chinese medicine.
“Before leaving, my master left several books for me.”
Amei lowered her head again and spoke softly.
"I know!"
This **** girl can really choke people to death when she talks. Feng Yongyong interrupted her impatiently, "Get to the point!"
“Those books seemed to be medical books, and it was written on them that they were written by Zhang Ji…”
Fuck!
Before Amei could finish speaking, Feng Tubou stood up suddenly and overturned the bowls on the table in excitement. Water splashed all over the table without paying attention. He immediately crossed the table and grabbed Amei's arm.
“Where’s the book? Where’s the book?! Is it called Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases? Isn’t it?”
A look of extreme surprise appeared on Amei's face, "My servant can't recognize all the characters on it, but there is indeed the word typhoid."
“It can’t be wrong, it can’t be wrong, it must be the theory of febrile diseases and miscellaneous diseases! It must be!”
Feng Yong said repeatedly, as if to cheer himself up, as if this would give him a little more confidence.
Damn it, if it was really a treatise on febrile diseases and miscellaneous diseases, I would have given away everything in my hand to keep this medical book from the "ancestor of all prescriptions".
Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases, even in later generations, has always been one of the main basic courses offered in Chinese traditional Chinese medicine schools.
Traditional Chinese medicine superstition?
I bought a watch last year!
Science was so advanced at that time. In the year of global SARS, didn’t those unfilial descendants still have to look back at this book and try to find out the methods and theoretical basis for treating SARS?
They all say that the products from the island countries are good, but few people know that among the Chinese patent medicines produced by some famous traditional Chinese medicine pharmaceutical companies in the island countries, typhoid prescriptions account for at least 60%, and most of them are Zhang Zhongjing prescriptions.
What's more, the later "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" is simply a fragmentary copy, and many of the parts about miscellaneous diseases are incomplete.
The remaining copies are so awesome, what if I got the whole copy?
“Brother, brother, don’t get excited.”
Guan Ji saw the painful look on Amei's face, but she didn't dare to struggle. She quickly helped to pull away Feng Yong's hand that was holding Amei's arm.
At the same time, she was a little strange in her heart. This was just a medical book, not a classic handed down from ancient times. Why was her brother so excited?
Even though Feng Yong was pulled away, he still stared at Amei, "Where is the book? Where is the book?"
How can I not be excited?
Where’s the national treasure!
(End of this chapter)