Royal Road

Following Luzhu into the main hall, and passing the door, Doctor Jiang still glanced at Yi Yan who was standing by the door stupidly, but he didn't say anything and walked into the room.

"How does Liang Langjun feel today?" When he came to the case, Doctor Jiang looked up and down Liang Feng's face and asked with a smile.

"It's much better, and the fever has gone, thanks to the good medicine of the doctor Jiang." Liang Feng is really grateful, but only yesterday with a dose of medicine, the low-grade fever has gone, and it seems to be symptomatic.

"Good medicine needs to be recuperated slowly." Grand Doctor Jiang stretched out his hand and signaled Liang Feng's pulse carefully. After a long time, he nodded, "The erysipelas has been contained, but the power needs to be slowly resolved. I don't know Liang Langjun. Has there been a situation where Danshi was launched?"

Liang Feng blinked. What is Danshi launching?

Green Bamboo whispered on the side: "Lang Jun is cautious, and Danshi has never been launched."

Doctor Jiang nodded: "It's so good, I can't take Hanshisan anymore in the future. There may be a Danshi activation in a few days, and I hope Liang Langjun can endure the pain. Don't take it again."

Having said this, Liang Feng came to understand that the so-called Danshi activation probably meant the addiction symptoms of Wushisan. It is very difficult to quit soft drugs, and addictive symptoms are the key. He has seen many criminals who went to jail for taking drugs, and almost none of them have completely quit. However, after these two days, he did not have much withdrawal reaction, and it is estimated that the cold food powder is not strong.

Liang Feng had no objection, but the green bamboo on the side changed color, and said timidly: "But what about typhoid? Both the head of the family and the mistress died of a disease..."

Physician Jiang shook his head and sighed: "How stupid people are in the world, Hanshisan also needs to be prescribed the right medicine. This is a special prescription for five labors and seven injuries in "Treatise on Febrile Miscellaneous Diseases". Unfortunately, it was changed and turned into a harmful poison. Typhoid fever is an intractable disease with different symptoms. How can it be treated with one medicine?"

Hearing the two answering, Liang Feng remembered that Hanshisan is also known for treating typhoid fever. In this kind of ancient times lacking medical care and medicine, the fatality rate of typhoid fever was extremely alarming. Therefore, many people took Hanshisan to fight off maladies... No! Liang Feng frowned suddenly and remembered something. There is a guy who studies medicine in his gang of iron clubs. He once said when chatting with Dashan that the fatality rate of typhoid fever is very similar to that of plague. Zhang Zhongjing’s "Treatise on Typhoid and Miscellaneous Diseases" is actually a piece of plague-based, and Works on multiple diseases.

It turned out to be the plague! Liang Feng's face could not help but change color. This **** it is a severe infectious disease managed by Class A. Although he knows some common sense of epidemic prevention, he is not a medical student, and he does not know how to treat the plague!

"Then typhoid fever can be treated?" Liang Feng asked involuntarily.

Grand Doctor Jiang glanced at Liang Feng and sighed: "It took many years to find Zhang Changsha's "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" and leave the book "Treatise on Febrile Diseases", which is precisely aimed at this disease. If there are more masters in the world. Why are the healers of "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" afraid of sickness?"

Looking at the healer with white beard and hair and solemn expression, Liang Feng blinked and suddenly realized that he had entered into a misunderstanding of thinking. He doesn't understand medical skills, let alone recite classics. However, he knew the source of the plague and the steps to control the plague. What if you tell contemporary medical scientists this knowledge?

This is the Wei and Jin Dynasty, which cost 3,000 yuan for a pair of cold food. The common people are simply unable to treat typhoid fever, let alone prevent it. For any severe infectious disease, the first thing to control is the source of infection. As long as the civilian epidemic cannot be contained, the plague will never end. If the doctors of this era can understand the common sense of epidemic prevention, then tens of thousands of Li people will be saved! This doctor Jiang is a disciple of Wang Xi and is familiar with "Treatise on Febrile Diseases". Isn't he the best candidate?

The heart beat up, Liang Feng's heartbeat turned sharply, and he controlled the expression on his face, nodded and said: "The doctor Jiang said that is quite true. To be honest, I also dreamed of the golden Buddha when I was seriously ill and fell into a coma. He told me that all epidemics have their source, and ordinary medicine stones have no effect. The house must be cleaned, rodents and worms must be cleaned to get rid of the plague. After waking up, I thought for a long time, why is the disease of typhoid fever, Does it happen mostly in summer and autumn?"

Neither viruses nor bacteria can be understood by people in this era. However, the theory of plagues is different. Long ago, there were legends of plagued ghosts in China, describing plagues as ghosts and gods, bringing people diseases and disasters.

Doctor Jiang was stunned for a moment, and didn't quite understand why Liang Feng said this suddenly. Doctors have a lot of advocacy, he has not studied much about Buddhism, and he has never heard of the "source of the epidemic". However, the question of the time of onset is really worth thinking about. After hesitating for a moment, Doctor Jiang replied: "Maybe it is the seasonal epidemic caused by the heat?"

There are also many kinds of epidemics, such as malaria and flu. Chinese medicine has long regarded epidemic diseases as a kind of filthy air, which can be transmitted through the weather or the respiratory tract. Therefore, the concept of patient isolation has long appeared.

Liang Feng shook his head solemnly: "It's not a seasonal epidemic, but because those epidemics were born in the wild. In the cold winter, they hide underground; after the warm spring, they sit on wild rats and small animals, and follow these wild logistics. Between the markets. Mosquitoes bite wild mice and feed on human blood, which spread the disease in the blood to people."

Blood infection is a topic that Chinese medicine hasn't touched yet, so Doctor Jiang frowned: "Absurd! Plagues are all foul, how could it be transmitted from rats to people?"

"Humans eat rice and millet, and rats eat rice and millet. In life, rats also give birth to fetuses. What's the difference?" Liang Feng sighed softly, "Doctor Jiang should be exposed to typhoid fever from time to time, so you might as well think about it. , Are there dead wild mice or small animals near the sick house? If there are, the disease may be true. Thinking about it this way, the Buddha passed me a volume of scriptures and told me about the disease, I am afraid it was also for saving Transform the world."

In the Han Dynasty, the worship of ghosts and gods, the Wei and Jin dynasties were even worse. No one dared to deny this kind of fairy tales of dreams, let alone Liang Feng talked about the bizarre story of the Buddha’s dreaming and teaching scriptures. The doctor Jiang suddenly stopped and asked hesitantly: "The scriptures mentioned by Liang Langjun..."

Liang Feng smiled slightly: "Didn't Wang Zhongzheng mention it? When I was about to die, I had a dream of chanting the scriptures in Sanskrit, called "Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra". This is the sutra I want to ask the doctor Jiang to bring to Wang Zhongzheng. Text."

With that said, Liang Feng took out the envelope sealed yesterday and handed it over.

Even the letter was written. This is something you can't lie! Doctor Jiang hesitantly took the envelope. He also knew Wang Wen. Just one question would tell the truth. Similarly, Taiyi Jiang also knew that Wang Wen was passionate about Buddhism, and I am afraid that it was the strange incident of the Buddha's dream that made him invite himself to come and treat this declining pavilion. But this matter is too relevant, and you can't just listen to and believe in such a few words.

After pondering for a long time, the doctor Jiang finally put away the letter, nodded and said: "I will look up the sick rat carefully. If there is a problem, I will discuss it with Liang Lang again."

"If you can find out the root cause of the epidemic, it is also a merit. Doctor Jiang can come and look for me." Liang Feng smiled slightly and agreed.

As long as the old man has such a spirit of seeking truth, it should not be difficult to discover the fact that the plague is transmitted through blood, and then he can sort out all the common sense of epidemic prevention he knows. Summer is about to come, it is the peak season for mosquitoes to breed. If the fatality rate of the plague can be reduced a little, it is indeed a good thing of immense merit.

Hearing Liang Feng's promise, Doctor Jiang nodded again. Regardless of whether the Buddha entered a dream or not, as a gentry child who is dying and may die at any time, he will be so concerned about typhoid fever and want to find the source of the disease and control the epidemic. It is absolutely commendable. Looking at the other person's thin figure, Grand Doctor Jiang nodded again: "Also ask Liang Langjun to stay healthy. If you have any problems, you can send someone to Tong Yan to find me in Ning."

With that said, Doctor Jiang took out a famous thorn from his arms and handed it to Liang Feng. Famous doctors are like celebrities, not everyone can see them. With this famous thorn, Liang Feng can send someone directly to Jiang's mansion to invite someone. In this age of disasters, it is no less than a life-saving talisman.

Liang Feng solemnly accepted the celebrity stab. With thoughts in his heart, the doctor Jiang no longer stayed, and left the Liang Mansion.

Until the person disappeared outside the door, Lvzhu dumbly asked: "Lang Jun dreamed of a Bodhisattva?"

There are many Hu people in Binzhou, and Buddhism is already prosperous. Even the little girl Luzhu knows what the Bodhisattva said.

Liang Feng nodded slightly: "Yes, otherwise how can I wake up from a coma."

An unknown force dragged him back from the abyss of death, no matter how firm atheist he was, he dare not deny the so-called miracle at this moment. What's more, "Buddha's dream" is the foundation for him to gain a firm foothold in this world. Since there are many believers, it is better to use it as a halo and add some protective colors to yourself. Liang Feng doesn't mind finding an avatar to help him convey those things that don't belong to this era.

The color of worship in the little maid’s eyes became intense, and her hands clasped her hands together: “It’s true that a lucky person has his own life! The prince, the slave and the maid will burn incense every day and pray for the prince!”

Liang Feng laughed blankly. This kind of thing will be discussed later, he hasn't figured out which **** and Buddha should be dreaming.

At this time, someone from outside reported: "Lord Lang, Tian Binke wants to see you."

Is this knowing I got up? I have to say that Tian Chang's news is quite well-informed. Liang Feng nodded and said, "Tell him to come in."

"Lord Lang got up so early, don't be exhausted." Tian Chang pretended not to see the fierce Jie Ren at the door, walked into the room with a smile on his face, and said to the people behind him, "Move in. "

Following his words, only four Zhuang Ding came in one after another, each holding a large pile of bamboo slips.

"This is last year's account book. The villain tidyed it up all night before it was ready. I also asked the lord to check it." Tian Chang smiled, but a trace of color flashed through his eyes. He didn't believe that Liang Feng could quickly find a few people to help check the accounts. If this sick seedling had to do it himself, he was training soldiers and managing the accounts, he would be dead soon. When the time comes, he, the veteran, will assist and assist the young Patriarch, and it should be a matter of course.

Liang Feng looked at this large pile of "account books" and blinked. It's not because there are so many, but because these are all bamboo slips! Since I came to this world, both the Li family and the Liang family have used paper. Although there are not as many fancy as later generations, it is properly paper that is convenient for writing! Who would have thought that Liangfu still used bamboo slips for bookkeeping? !

But he didn't show any flaws on his face, and nodded casually: "Put it on the book case."

With his permission, Tian Chang immediately commanded Zhuang Ding to stack the bamboo slips neatly on the book case. With such a gesture, it almost covered the book case.

Seeing that the bamboo slips were properly placed, Tian Chang said unintentionally: "I don't know when the money and grains from the village will be allocated this year? Yan Sheng is not there, and the next few workshops are a bit unstable. I hope the host will make early plans."

Liang Feng naturally knew the four workshops in Liang Mansion, but most of the things produced in these workshops were for his own use, and a small amount was sold. Now Tian Chang said, is it possible that Chengcaifang not only has no income, but also needs financial appropriation? He quietly nodded: "I see."

This painless sentence caused Tian Chang's mouth to twitch, but did not continue to ask, nodded: "The old man will leave first. If necessary, the host can call me."

Liang Feng naturally didn't want to say anything, and waved his sleeves to let Green Bamboo see off the guests. Seeing the sick rice seedling who was still calm and calm, Tian Chang snorted in his heart. Regardless of his family's knowledge of the price of Chai Mi, he wanted to reduce Tian Fu and recruit more trilogy. How much family business would he need to support? It's simply irresponsible!

Lu Zhu closed the door, and when he turned around, he found that Lang Jun got up at some point and walked to the bookcase. I didn't think the accounts were dirty, so I picked up a copy and opened it to look at it. Lu Zhu hurriedly took a step and said, "Langjun, let the servants and maids wipe them first..."

Liang Feng shook his head and suddenly asked, "Is paper expensive?"

Lu Zhu blinked, a little puzzled, but still replied obediently: "It depends on what paper it is. The Zuo uncle paper and side trimming paper used by Lang Jun's letters cost 30,000 yuan a year. Commonly used jute Paper is cheaper, and it’s cheaper than the paper if it is used several times more."

Just use paper, six to seven thousand dollars a year? Liang Feng almost had to support his forehead. He originally thought it was nothing unusual for Jin Dai to use paper. Who expected the price of paper to be so expensive... Wait, there was a flash of inspiration in his mind, he put down the bamboo slips, and suddenly asked: "Is there a paper-making workshop in the house?"

"Yes, but it's under the Mufang, and can only produce some straw paper." Lu Zhu's face blushed, and he replied in a low voice.

Straw paper is used for toilets. The quality of the paper is very poor and it is inconvenient to write. Only those small noble families with ordinary families can use it. For the real Zhongding’s home, silk cloth is used to go to the toilet.

Liang Feng couldn't help but smile: "Call the heads of Mufang and Zhifang, I want to see them."

The author has something to say:

Wang Xi was a well-known physician in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. He was the imperial physician of the Wei State Young Mansion. He not only re-edited and restored Zhang Zhongjing's Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases, but also left his work "Pulse Jing".

Zhang Changsha, namely Zhang Zhongjing, was the prefect of Changsha, so he has this elegant name. The prescription left is called Jingfang.

It is said that from the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty to the Wei and Jin dynasties, the epidemic in China was the most serious period of time. Years of wars and alien migration have caused the epidemic to spread on a large scale. In the so-called typhoid fever, the fatality rate is basically the same as that of the plague, between 30% and 100%, and the symptoms are extremely consistent. It's just that medicine is not well-developed enough to identify the source of the disease and the route of transmission, and it lacks targeted drugs. It is precisely because of this that Hanshisan will become popular. In the Sui and Tang Dynasties, medical science developed rapidly, the plague was greatly controlled, and Hanshisan gradually withdrew from the stage of history.