Practicing Medicine in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 47

"Dr. Zhang and Dr. Zheng once taught that every medicinal material, prescription, and acupuncture method in this world is created from scratch, and it is only obtained by the sages and teachers." Wu Yi bit the bullet and explained, " The students are not talented, but they also learned from Sun Xianren's precedent of treating warts by applying ointment, and then came up with the method of inoculation and anti-acne, which made the teacher laugh."

Shen Hanshan didn't answer when he heard the words, he just looked at the boundless sky, as if looking at his mentor.

After a long time, he sighed deeply: "At the beginning of the epidemic in Guanzhong, Sun Xianren proposed the method of 'preventing disease with disease', but unfortunately Taizong was stubborn and never agreed with his idea."

He looked at Wu Yi in a blink of an eye, with a gloomy starlight in his eyes: "Times have changed, and His Royal Highness the current Crown Prince speaks widely, listens to advice and accepts advice. He is indeed a rare enlightened master."

The meaning of these words is almost ready to be uttered - there have been thousands of horses since ancient times, but Bole is hard to find, the prince is so wise and benevolent, it is rare for him to value you, a fledgling student, so much, are you a little bit tempted?

Today, Li Honggui is the crown prince in charge of the country, guarded by Dai Zhide in Chang'an, and assisted by Zhang Wenguan and Xiao Dezhao outside.

In addition, he himself has won the holy will, won the hearts of the people, has never made mistakes in his actions, and has always been appreciated for his advice. Almost everyone in the country thinks that he will become the fourth Mingjun of the Li Tang Dynasty.

But Wu Yi is very clear that the trajectory of history will not go as straight as people expected, and one of the accidental waves will bring about the most unexpected turning point in Chinese history.

Although so far, he has not guessed who was behind this unexpected turn, and how it happened to the always shrewd and capable Li Hong.

It's a pity that he doesn't have the time to think about Li Hong's future, but he has to weigh his words and deeds in the past.

Shen Hanshan must have heard about today's incident. In anyone's eyes, he would think that Wu Yi is in the Tai Chi Hall, but his heart is toward the East Palace.

Under the dark night, the master and the apprentice, although they didn't hold a candle, they still talked through the starry night.

Wu Yi took two steps back slowly, and respectfully said, "What the teacher said is very true. If Bian Que meets Cai Huan Gong, Hua Tuo meets Cao Gong, let alone a student, I am afraid it is Sun Xianren." I can only sigh in vain, Mingzhe saved his life."

This sentence is the truth in his heart. From ancient times to the present, doctors have been a high-risk occupation. If he hadn't met such an open-minded and unique leader as Li Hong, the "vaccination and prevention of acne" such an unprecedented plan , I am afraid that it was cut off by the king's words long ago.

After all, the current emperor and empress are representatives of feudal superstition who even consider beheading to beheaded, not to mention all relatives under the two.

These words also answered Shen Hanshan's inner doubts—it wasn't that he, Wu Yifei, wanted to curry favor with the Eastern Palace Party, but that Li Hong was the only big tree he could cling to, and only with his approval could he develop vaccines. Chance.

If the Duke Dai or even the Holy Majesty were replaced here, they might not be able to agree to this bizarre method.

Shen Hanshan pursed his lips and smiled, he understood the answer.

They are masters and apprentices, courtiers, and peers.Since he is a pawn of Empress Wu, he cannot allow his apprentice to cross the Chu River and Han border between his party members.

The roads in the Daming Palace are clear, straight and unbreakable, unlike the country roads in Meizhou, you can also step on a way back.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince appreciates you very much. If you will serve the East Palace all day long, you will surely enjoy a bright future."

Wu Yi just laughed it off: "Teacher, I forgot. Fame and wealth are just a passing cloud, and everything in this palace is not as interesting as farming. The granaries in the East Palace are all donated. I'm afraid it's not a good place to farm."

As a modern person whose face has been spoiled by spoilers, he can already see the end of the East Palace's one party. The prince's seemingly bright future is approaching the end of the road.

Although Li Hong is a very charismatic master, he can only keep his admiration, but not his life.

The only thing he didn't expect was that Shen Hanshan would also be involved in the faction disputes. He thought that with his usual lazy temper, he should keep his ears to the outside world and only play with Taiping. Thinking that he had lined up secretly and picked out the good tree of Empress Wu.

It wasn't until Meizhou and his party that Shen Hanshan finally showed his shrewd and wise side. Only then did Wu Yi realize that the fact that his teacher won the doctorate at such a young age was definitely not due to Sun Simiao's face.

Stepping on the cold starlight, the master and apprentice stopped and talked under the plum tree in the west courtyard, and they didn't realize that it was midnight.

When talking about farming just now, Wu Yi thought of Wang Chongzhang's method of "raising the land with the land", and wondered if it could be extended from Meizhou to the entire Guanzhong area.

Shen Hanshan seemed to see through what he was thinking, and directly pointed out the topic: "Although the Yongning County King's method is interesting, it can only be implemented in Meizhou temporarily."

He didn't need to explain further, Wu Yi also knew the reason. The world has been in severe drought for three years. Let alone the opening of the East Palace, even if the entire court handed over the furniture, it would only be enough for a while. How can the entire Guanzhong be slowed down? A year's worth of expenses.

Therefore, it is prudent and reliable to take Meizhou as a pilot area to see the effectiveness of this method.

This kind of policy, in modern terms, is probably equivalent to "get rich first and then get rich later", and Meizhou is equivalent to "policy special zone".As long as Meizhou gets rid of poverty and becomes rich by this method, the severe drought in Guanzhong can be relieved for a while.

Thinking of this, Wu Yi couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. After all, he is not a student shaking his head and reciting history books, but one of the common people who have been devastated by the drought.

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The days are like the yellow sand flying in the sky of Meizhou, which diffuses into people's dry and tasteless life little by little.

As if people's prayers had been fulfilled, in mid-February, with a thunderstorm resounding through the clear sky and several flashes of dazzling lightning, the Guanzhong area, which had been suffering from drought for several months, finally ushered in its first precipitation since the beginning of the year.

However, this long-awaited heavy rain did not bring people the long-lost joy and hope, but became the last straw that overwhelmed the camel.

Because of this long-awaited rain, the coming posture is also particularly sharp and heavy.

Huge drops of water whizzed down with hail the size of a finger, mercilessly attacking the already dying farmland. Fragile crops were broken and collapsed as if hit by frost, leaving a mess.

No one expected this sudden hailstorm.

In ancient times, there were no weather forecasts, no orange warnings, and simple astronomical knowledge often could not predict the extremely rare weather, and only after it happened could the previous signs be recalled.

In the field, the rain is pouring.

Heavy dark clouds cover the sky and the sun, and there is no light between the sky and the earth.

Only when the lightning that pierced the sky and the ground suddenly flashed down, everything reflected a scattered light and shadow in the heavy gray and black.

The scalding sweat dripped from the forehead to the base of the neck, then mixed with the biting rain, and quickly soaked through Li Hong's not-so-thick clothes.

His fingers were frozen, as if they were not his own, but like some kind of cold instrument, numbly repeating the actions commanded in his mind.The shoes were soaked in muddy water, and every step he took was like pulling out his own feet from the mud, dragging him down heavily.

In the rumbling rain and thunder, many sounds became unreal.

"His Royal Highness, take good care of your body! Please return to your residence to shelter from the rain!"

The fuzzy and old voice was a little bit broken, and it really came from the ears to the mind. Li Hong looked back with difficulty, and saw that it was an old farmer wearing a bamboo hat and coming in the rain.

Li Hong came here with an umbrella, one is to condolences to the villagers, and the other is to observe the disaster situation.

However, in the storm, the rustling bamboo bone umbrella is of little use, it can only cover the terrible sky above the head with 300 taels of silver.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince took the lead and set an example, how could the officials of Meizhou dare to lag behind, they could only follow behind and endure the ravages of wind, rain and hail together.

Wang Ling wished he could go home now, boil a bucket of hot water, wash away the muddy water and tiredness all over his body, and then get into the quilt and have a deep sleep in the dark.

Li Hong said to Pei Yuan, "Give the old man an umbrella."

The old farmer not only did not close the umbrella, but knelt down on both knees, and was deeply buried in the icy mud.

"His Royal Highness, the grassroots is Li Qihua, the village chief of Daping Village. At the request of the whole village, His Royal Highness, please return to the residence temporarily to avoid the rain."

He took off his bamboo hat, and two lines of hot tears washed down his face: "Your Highness's love is the protection of the grassroots. If you fall down at this time, who will support the grassroots?"

As soon as this remark came out, all the officials followed behind Li Hong fell to their knees, put away their umbrellas, and covered their heads with their hands.

Zhang Wenguan lay at Li Hong's feet, with hailstones on his brows, and his eyes, which were blue from old age, were all red.

"Your Highness understands the sentiments of the people, how do you know that the people don't care about His Highness?"

He is too aware of his master's temperament, but no matter how capable, crazy, or desperate His Highness is, in the final analysis, he is just a young man who has just grown up in his twenties.

Li Hong smiled helplessly, his rain-drenched face was delicate, his brows and eyes were soft, moist water dripped from his chin, blurring the sharp edges and corners, but showing a three-point gentleness.

"Please tell the villagers of Daping Village for me, thank you for your concern."

Immediately turning to Zhang Wenguan, the soft tone became cold and hard in the hail in the cold rain, and every word was slammed down heavily.

"Taizong once said, 'A king is a boat; a man is water. Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it'. As the prince of Jian Guo, I should be the first in the world. How can I avoid others?"

As stubborn as a cow, Zhang Wenguan sighed in his heart.

It's still a little calf whose head and horns haven't grown yet, but can't turn back.

He slowly propped himself up from the ground, raised his umbrella, and followed Li Hong three inches behind.

The rest of the dozen or so accompanying officials also followed suit, following the stubborn prince, stepping abruptly across the rain-soaked field.