Three Hundred and Forty-Four: The Storm in Beijing (1)

[Eating with my feet]: So boring, why aren't there even any bandits who are robbing?

[Old Driver Lian Meng]: Although I also think these days' live broadcasts are boring, bandits with a little bit of brains won't come here to die, okay? Money is tempting, but you also have to enjoy your life. Not to mention the host's humanoid killing weapon, the other five thousand guards are not there to watch. They are wearing armor and holding spears, and small-scale bandits dare not rob.

[Tonsillitis]: # Covering my face, as a newcomer in the live broadcast room, I think it's not boring to watch the host copying first aid and nursing.

[Notes]: That's right, I think such plain live broadcast content is not bad. I hope the host can carry forward these first aid knowledge in this plane, create the noble profession of "nurse" in advance, and improve the social status of the majority of vulnerable women.

It takes a long time to travel from Hejian to Shangjing.

With the five thousand guards outside to deter, the bandits dare not show up, and Jiang Pengji naturally has some free time.

When she had nothing to do, she put battlefield first aid knowledge on her agenda, and carefully copied it down, slowly accumulating three or four hundred pages.

Taxue ground it for Jiang Pengji, and persisted in doing so for several days, but one day she finally couldn't help her curiosity and asked.

"I see you have been copying in the carriage these days, I wonder what you wrote?"

Jiang Pengji had just finished copying a page, and she carefully checked it again, confirmed that it was correct, and then used the incense burner to dry the ink.

"Nothing, just some simple Qihuang medical skills." Jiang Pengji put the dried paper into the box, and took out another brand new paper and spread it on the table. The carriage was still bumpy, but it did not affect her neat handwriting.

While grinding ink, Taxue smiled and said, "Qihuang medical skills? When did my husband become interested in these unorthodox ways?"

Jiang Pengji said, "Medical skills save lives. Knowing more about them may be useful at any time. I think this is the right way."

After her explanation, Taxue was not very interested.

My husband was indeed very smart and had a strong learning ability, but how could he master Qihuang medical skills so easily?

Even if she started to study hard now, she would only be able to reach the level of an apprentice after three to five years.

Soon, time passed quickly as Jiang Pengji copied books in silence.

The bright full moon had quietly risen outside, and everyone stopped their journey and started a fire to cook.

Taxue covered her lips with her hand, yawned sleepily, and two tears squeezed out of the corners of her eyes.

Seeing this, Jiang Pengji said sympathetically, "If you are tired, go and rest. You don't need to serve me here."

Taxue tried to stay alert and said, "How can this be possible? If I go down to rest, who will grind for you?"

Jiang Pengji smiled cunningly, "Don't forget, your husband has a book boy. Grinding is his job, just let him take over from you."

Xu Ke outside sneezed silently.

Taxue was not hypocritical. She was really very sleepy at this moment. When she was grinding just now, her head was nodding and she almost fell asleep.

"Then I won't refuse. I will call Xu Langjun over now."

Jiang Pengji said, "Don't forget to get a box of ink sticks. The ink sticks here have been used up. I guess there won't be enough for copying at night."

"Okay."

Not long after Taxue left, Xu Ke got on the car with a box of ink sticks. He lifted the curtain and saw Jiang Pengji, whom he hadn't seen for a few days.

As soon as he got on the car, he smiled and teased.

"Ke was just wondering why I didn't see you these days. I didn't expect you to study hard in the carriage."

He knew very well that Jiang Pengji was a person who couldn't sit still. She liked to ride Dabai around when she had nothing to do, and rarely stayed quietly in the carriage. These days, this person seemed to have evaporated from the world, and she couldn't be seen outside at all.

Jiang Pengji pointed to the somewhat dry inkstone, "Grind the ink."

Xu Ke took out an ink stick full of ink fragrance, ground it carefully, and his eyes fell on the paper that Jiang Pengji copied.

"What you wrote is..."

"Some superficial first aid knowledge..." Jiang Pengji stroked her forehead, and her wrist kept copying, "I have read a lot of unofficial military strategies, and found that when the two armies fought, most soldiers did not die on the battlefield, but died without treatment..."

Taxue and Xu Ke asked the same question, but Jiang Pengji gave completely different answers.

The latter smelled something keenly and said, "Excuse me, Ke, may I borrow it for a look?"

"Take a look..." Jiang Pengji casually pointed to a box beside her, which had hundreds of papers stacked in it.

Xu Ke took it and looked at it carefully. His brows were furrowed at first, then slowly relaxed, until a look of amazement burst out from his eyes.

"This, this..." Xu Ke was almost incoherent with excitement. Others were short-sighted and thought that Qi Huang's art was just a side door, but he had a long-term vision and knew how important these things written by Jiang Pengji were, and how many lives they would save in the future.

He bit his tongue, suppressed his excitement, and asked, "Is this compiled by my husband?"

Jiang Pengji shook her head and said, "No, most of the content is copied from Mr. Wenfu, and then I integrated it and wrote it in simple and easy-to-understand words. After all, not everyone can read, and if it is too profound, no one can understand it."

Wenfu refers to Cheng Wenfu, also known as Cheng Cheng.

Back then, Cheng Cheng and Jiang Pengji made a deal. She provided bamboo paper, and the other party copied all the books in his home and gave them to her.

It has been almost three years now, and Cheng Cheng has only delivered two-thirds of the books he promised. It’s not that Cheng Cheng is being cunning and deliberately delaying the progress of copying books, but that this person has too many books in his home, and he can’t improve his efficiency by relying on his own efforts.

Jiang Pengji pushed this knowledge to Cheng Cheng’s home book collection, and Xu Ke didn’t suspect anything.

"I plan to let the female soldiers learn first aid knowledge. Women are always more careful than men, and they have more advantages in learning."

Xu Ke pondered, "My lord, this plan is not bad. Even if the female soldiers cannot go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, they can still save the lives of seriously injured soldiers and make great contributions. But... Ke still has a hidden worry in his heart."

"What are you worried about?"

Xu Ke said, "Medical science is different from other things. It concerns human life. If my lord insists on letting the female soldiers learn, it is best to hire a doctor with high medical ethics and excellent medical skills to teach medical skills. If you learn by yourself, Ke is worried that other accidents will happen."

Jiang Pengji nodded, "Your worries are not unreasonable. I also have this plan. I will look for candidates when I arrive in Shangjing."

The level of medical skills in ancient times was very low, but there were also amazing talents. If you search carefully, you can still find them.

Just teaching female soldiers first aid knowledge does not need those miracle doctors. Doctors with average medical skills can also do it. Fried Mushrooms said there is only one update today, my head is still swollen and painful, and my eyelids are so sleepy that I keep fighting, I will make up for it tomorrow, sorry qaq