Chapter 341

[eat with your feet pinched]: it's so boring. Why don't you even have a robber?

[old driver Lianmeng]: Although I think the live broadcast these days is boring, bandits and other things won't come and die if they have a little brain, okay? Money and silk move people's hearts, but it also needs a small life to enjoy. Not to mention the human shaped killing device of the anchor, the other 5000 guards are not put to watch. People are wearing armor and holding spears and halberds one by one, and small-scale bandits dare not rob.

[tonsil inflammation]: # cover your face. As a newcomer in the live broadcasting room, I don't think it's boring to watch the anchor transcribe emergency care.

[precautions]: Yes, I think such plain live content is also good. I hope the anchor can carry forward these first aid knowledge in this position, create the noble career of "nurse" in advance, and improve the social status of vulnerable women.

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

There were five thousand guards outside, and the bandits dared not take the lead. Jiang Pengji naturally relaxed.

Having nothing to do, she put the knowledge of battlefield first aid on the agenda, carefully copied it, and slowly saved three or four hundred pages.

Stepping on the snow and grinding for Jiang Pengji, I persisted for many days, but I finally couldn't help being curious and asked.

"I don't know what you're writing when I see my husband sitting in the car these days?"

Jiang Pengji has just finished copying one. She carefully checks it carefully and confirms that it is correct, and then dries the ink in the fumigation furnace.

"Nothing, just some simple Qi Huang medicine." Jiang Pengji put the dried paper into the box, took out another brand-new paper and spread it on the table. The carriage was still bumpy, but it didn't affect her neat handwriting.

Stepping on the snow, he sharpened his ink and said with a smile, "Qihuang medicine? When did you become interested in these heresy?"

Jiang Pengji said, "medical skills save people's lives. Learn more. I don't know when they can be used. In my opinion, this is the right way."

Her explanation made her less interested in stepping on the snow.

My husband is indeed very intelligent and has strong learning ability, but where is Qihuang medicine so easy to understand?

Even if she starts to devote herself to research and study for three or five years, she will be at the level of an entry-level apprentice.

Soon, time passed quickly in Jiang Pengji's silent manuscript.

The bright full moon has quietly risen outside. People stop on their way and make a fire to cook.

Stepping on the snow, he covered his lips with his hands, yawned sleepily, and squeezed out two tears from the corners of his eyes.

Seeing this, Jiang Pengji pitied the tunnel. "If you're sleepy, go and have a rest. I don't have to wait here."

Stepping on the snow, he said, "how can this be done? If the slave goes down to rest, who will grind the husband?"

Jiang Pengji smiled cunningly, "don't forget, your husband and schoolboy. Grinding this is his job. Just let him take over from you."

Xu Ke outside sneezed silently.

Stepping on the snow is not hypocritical. She is really sleepy at the moment. When grinding her head just now, she almost fell asleep.

"The slave refused, so he went to call Mr. Xu."

Jiang Pengji said, "don't forget to take a box of ink ingots. The ink ingots here have been used up. It's estimated that it's not enough to copy in the evening."

"OK."

Not long after stepping on the snow, Xu Ke got on the car with a box of ink ingots, opened the curtain and saw Jiang Pengji, whom he hadn't seen in a few days.

As soon as he got on the bus, he laughed and joked.

"Ke just wondered why Lang Jun has not been seen these days. Unexpectedly, Lang Jun has been studying hard in the car."

He knows very well that Jiang Pengji is a restless character. She likes to walk around on Dabai when she has nothing to do. She rarely stays quietly in the carriage. These days, the man seems to have evaporated from the world. She can't be seen outside.

Jiang Pengji pointed to some dry inkstones, "grinding ink."

Xu Ke takes out an ink ingot full of ink fragrance, grinds it carefully, and his sight falls on the paper transcribed by Jiang Pengji.

"Lang Jun wrote this is..."

"Some superficial first aid knowledge..." Jiang Pengji stroked her forehead and kept copying her wrist. "I've seen many unofficial military strategies and found that the two armies were at war. Most soldiers died not on the battlefield on the spot, but without treatment..."

TA Xue and Xu Ke asked the same question, but Jiang Pengji gave different answers.

The latter keenly smelled something and arched his hand, "Ke, I don't know if I can borrow it?"

"You see..." Jiang Pengji casually pointed to the box on one side, which had been stacked with hundreds of papers and a thick pile.

Xu Ke took it and looked at it carefully. From the tight frown at the beginning to the slow relaxation later, until the amazing color broke out in the fundus of his eyes.

"This, this..." Xu Ke was almost excited and incoherent. Others were short-sighted and thought that the art of astragaly was just a heresy, but he had a long-term vision and knew more clearly how important these things written by Jiang Pengji were and how many soldiers and men's lives would be saved in the future.

He bit the tip of his tongue, suppressed his excitement and asked, "is this compiled by your husband?"

Jiang Pengji shook her head and said, "no, most of the contents are copied from Mr. Wen Fu, and then written in simple words after my integration. After all, not everyone can read and speak too deeply, but no one can understand."

Wenfu refers to Cheng Wenfu, that is, Cheng Cheng.

Cheng Cheng and Jiang Pengji made a deal that year. She provided bamboo paper. The other party copied all the books in her home and sent them to her.

Now nearly three years later, Cheng Cheng has only given two-thirds of the books he promised. It's not that Cheng is cheating and deliberately delaying the progress of copying books, but that there are too many books in the family. He can't improve the efficiency by himself.

Jiang Pengji pushed this knowledge to Cheng Cheng's house to collect books. Xu Ke did not doubt that he was there.

"I intend to let the women's trilogy learn first aid knowledge. Women have always been more careful than men and have more advantages in learning."

Xu Ke pondered, "it's good that Lang Jun plans like this. Even if the female trilogy can't go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, it can also save the lives of seriously injured soldiers and men, and can also make great achievements. But... Ke still has hidden worries in his heart."

"What are you worried about?"

Xu Ke said, "medical ethics is different from others, which is related to human life. If Lang Jun insists on letting women learn the episode, it's best to hire a doctor with noble medical ethics and excellent medical skills to teach medical skills. If he is self-taught, Ke is worried about other accidents."

Jiang Pengji nodded. "Your worry is not unreasonable. I also have this plan. I'll look for candidates when I go to Beijing."

The level of medical skills in ancient times was very low, but there were also some amazing and talented people. You can still find them after careful search.

It's just to teach women's first aid knowledge. It doesn't need those miracle doctors. Doctors with average medical skills can also be competent.