Before dinner time, the famous doctor hired by Xie Qianhu rushed over from Beijing.
This medical officer Liu used to work in the Imperial Physician's Office. After resigning, he opened a pharmacy in Beijing and took his sons to the hall. He is best at treating bruises and injuries. When he entered the door, he looked at Cui Xie's wound, checked his pulse, and quickly prescribed two prescriptions, one for internal use and one for external use.
After the medical officer Liu took the medicine, he took out a beautiful white porcelain medicine bottle and handed it to Cui Xie. He stroked his beard and said, "This is what Xie Qianhu asked me to bring to you. They used the medicine for their own use by Jin Yiwei. Go back and treat your wound. Wipe off the medicine powder on it and replace it with this bottle. It will be good to change the medicine every morning and evening in the future. When the scab is formed, apply the external medicine I prescribed in the morning and evening, so that there will be no scars. "
Cui Xie thanked him and asked Cui Yuan to pay for the diagnosis. Imperial Physician Liu only said that Xie Qianhu had already paid and refused to take them. The two of them booked a room for him next door, and ordered a table of good wine and food to be delivered to him. Coachman, let them spend the night here before returning to Beijing.
After Imperial Physician Liu left, Cui Xie discussed with Cui Yuan: "Xie Qianhu first saved me, and then he hired a doctor for us, gave us medicine for wounds, and helped me to intercede with my father, so we also have to send some thank you gifts. It just so happens that Imperial Physician Liu recognizes him, so let him help carry some things over."
Cui Yuan said embarrassedly: "Young master has accumulated a total of thirty or two months of money in the house for so many years. Although there are some incense burners, ornaments, jade pendants and other toys, they are all cheap goods that are not worth dozens of taels. After returning home, I don't know if I have enough money to repair the house, so how can I get the favor of Jinyiwei's thousands of households?"
Mo Fang, although we have no money, we have technology. Wait for me to flip through the chemistry book.
Cui Yuan changed the wound medicine for him, and went to the next door to accompany Imperial Physician Liu to drink.
He remembered that Emperor Xianzong was very fond of taking medicine pills, and he even got a bunch of officials, so that all the monks and Taoists raised in the palace entered the court seriously, so he wanted to copy a pill recipe for Xie Qianhu and let him make gold. Dan came to the emperor. But when he really saw the chapter on alchemy, he was staring at the lead, mercury, Zeng Qing, and saponin... he really didn't dare to do it, because he was afraid that something would go wrong with the emperor and he would harm others.
Looking further down, those porcelain, enamel, dyes, daily cosmetics and the like are safe, but Xie Qianhu, a warrior, is probably not interested.
If you want to give a man, wine is the most suitable.
A flash of light suddenly flashed in Cui Xie's mind, and he immediately turned to the chapter on the winemaking process. Looking directly at the winemaking techniques and recipes after the Qing Dynasty, he picked and picked the most suitable Luzhou-flavored Daqu wine for brewing in the north.
This kind of wine is brewed from sorghum, and koji is a mixture of barley and wheat. They are all easily available materials in the north. The cost is more than half of the glutinous rice shochu introduced into China in the Yuan Dynasty. The brewed wine is clear and mellow. Suitable for gifts. In the book there is also a picture of a distilled wine set recovered by modern microbiologists. I think it must be more advanced than the Chenghua period, so I just copied it down together.
He made up his mind, and when he came over with the inkstone carrying the medicine, he asked him if he could write the brewing recipe for him.
Pong Yan said in surprise: "Big brother still knows the recipe for brewing? But we don't make wine at home?"
Cui Xie replied: "What I saw in Yuan Ren's notebook by chance should work. Go get a pen and paper. If you can't, just wait for your father to come back and write."
Holding the inkstone, he patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, eldest brother, I have followed you for so many years, and although I can't write an essay, it's not a problem to write a few words."
Immediately, I moved a chair and put it at the head of the bed, spread out the manuscript paper with rows of red vertical grids printed on it, ground it with a dipping pen, and knelt in front of the chair to memorize it.
Cui Xie dragged his legs to the head of the bed, looked at the nib of the inkstone, and read while drinking the medicine, occasionally adding a sentence or two of notes.
His characters are beautifully written, and the format is regular. The main text is written in large characters at the top, and the annotations are written in small characters, divided into two lines within one frame, and read in small circles, just like the Four Books and Five Classics in the ancient book edition. This winemaking recipe is not long, and together with the craft notes, it will fill a sheet of paper.
After holding the inkstone and putting down the pen, Cui Xie suddenly felt that the piece of paper was constantly enlarged in front of his eyes, and then compressed into a standard PDF file. And the mobile hard disk floated to his eyes, revealing the storage interface, the PDF file was shrunk to the size of an icon and stored in the hard disk.
Oh my god... This hard drive is fine!
Cui Xie looked at the hard drive in shock, but holding the inkstone thought he was looking at the recipe he copied, and when the ink marks on it dried, he held his hands in front of him: "Brother, see if there is something wrong."
"...No." Cui Xie opened the document in his mind. Compared with the paper in his hand, it was exactly the same. Even the position of the broken fibers on the paper was exactly the same.
This is simply a cheating artifact!
Mom doesn't have to worry about me failing the exam anymore!
You don't have to worry anymore that the handwriting doesn't match the original owner!
After all, he has also learned calligraphy from professional teachers for several years. Although he can't compare with the ancient scholars, if he imitates the original master's handwriting, he can always imitate it with seven or eight points. It just so happens that he has been beaten and injured now, and there are some differences. It can be said that the handwriting has changed because of lack of strength. In the future, I will find a few copybooks from different calligraphers, and then the font will be changed naturally, and no one will be able to read it. there is a problem.
He was so surprised that he wished he could kiss the hard drive twice, but he didn't dare to show it too much in front of Peng Yan, so he lowered his head and pretended to check the recipe, and said with taut lips, "Go and find me a charcoal stick or an eyebrow pencil or something. , I also want to draw a picture of the wine retort."
Peng Yan said worriedly: "Then your injury..."
Cui Xie waved his hand: "Come on, didn't I just apply the wound medicine? I don't feel the pain at all."
After holding the inkstone and leaving, he buried his face in the bed, biting his fingers and snickering for a long time. If he hadn't been injured, he would have to roll a few times on the bed.
Unexpectedly, chemistry books are life-saving tools, and this hard drive is also a huge golden finger!
His roommates are simply omniscient and omnipotent experts in traversal, and they can use whatever they say. He has already used the golden finger given by the second and third, and he has to listen to what the boss has to say, practice calligraphy and painting well, and one day he will be able to use it!
He tossed in the quilt for a long time, until he pushed the inkstone and pushed the door in. He took the charcoal pen with a stiff face, drew a distillation diagram on the pale yellow bamboo paper, and pointed the inkstone to mark the name and purpose beside it.
When Cui Yuan came back in the evening, he saw his brewing recipe and the picture of the wine steamer. He was as surprised as his son, and asked, "Where did the young master copy such a detailed recipe? Although this old slave has never made wine, But looking at the process of nine steaming and nine drying, you can see that the brewed nectar must be a mellow nectar and jade liquid, and this recipe is worth thousands of taels of silver."
That is, this wine is a craft in the late Qing Dynasty, and it has been advanced for two or three hundred years.
Cui Xie said in a low-key manner: "I read it in a Yuanren Miscellaneous before, saying that the brewing method in the Western Regions is not the same as that of our Daming. I wrote down the recipe, but I don’t know where the book went. Uncle Yuan, if you think this recipe is enough to thank you, then write a letter for me and attach the recipe to Xie Qianhu.”
"Okay. That Xie Qianhu not only rescued you from the sword of the ancestor of the White Lotus Sect, but if you can ask a question when you see the young master, he is willing to write a letter to help us defuse the anger of the master, that is a good person, it is not an exaggeration to give this recipe. ."
Cui Yuan sighed for a while, then put down his face and said, "I have seen some of these correspondence with the master at the beginning. After I have written it, I will ask the master to revise it."
He wrote very plainly, without literary talent, but the content was informative and sincere, and there was nothing wrong with him. Cui Xie hadn't studied ancient prose very much at the beginning, so he couldn't change the flowers for him, so he simply sealed it together with the prescription and handed it over to Imperial Physician Liu to take it back to the capital.
After Xie Qianhu received the letter, he turned around and sent someone back to him with a letter. The text in the letter is also plain and simple. I don't use those allusions that I can't understand, so I simply thank you, saying that the wine recipe is good, and I will give him a few bottles to taste when it is brewed, and let him wait for the happy event. near the door.
After the messenger of the Xie family left, Fu Hao, the governor of Tongzhou, also sent a master surnamed Liu to the inn to visit him with a few bookkeepers. Master Liu praised him for a long time, and then asked him carefully about the process of cooperating with Jin Yiwei to capture the demon of the White Lotus Sect. He also praised him for being wise and loyal, and forgetting his life for the country.
Naturally, this was not for him, but for Cui Langzhong in Beijing. Cui Xie just listened to it casually, and in turn praised Fu Zhizhou for loving the people like a son and having a good-natured manner under his rule. Therefore, although those demons act as conspicuous as fireworks in the night sky, there is nothing that can cling to and burn in the air, and those thieves can only make noise for a while. , as long as the government takes action, it is easy to win.
Master Liu's eyes lit up and said with a smile: "Yes, the son is really smart and handsome, and he sees things clearly. The White Lotus Sect has been in Shandong for many years, and Xu Yingzhen and other demons think they have a deep foundation, so they want to come to Tongzhou to spread rumors, disturb the hearts of the people, and expand the cult. But I don't know that the master of Zhizhou has devoted himself to educating the herdsmen for many years, and the people are attached to the imperial court just like children are attached to their parents, how can they be in the company of demons!
Tongzhou has a white lotus sect demon, and they know that the state is going to ask for guilt. After Jin Yiwei left yesterday, Mr. Zhizhou didn't sleep for a long time, and he was naturally anxious as a staff member. Today's visit to the inn is just to deal with errands. place. When he goes back and scrutinizes it, he might not only be able to resolve the crisis of this demon talk case, but also show the adult's merits of educating the people.
He changed his previous perfunctory attitude, and asked Cui Xie warmly who was Cui Xie's master, which scriptures he administered, and when he planned to take the exam.
These words can be said that Cui Xie's death point, he didn't know how his predecessor's learning progress was, so he had to cough desperately. Peng Yan hurriedly poured tea for him, and replied on his behalf: "Originally, I was studying with Master Xu's uncle. Four years ago, my uncle elected Qishui county magistrate, and my wife invited Jiangxi's son Lu Zhongsheng, Lu Zhongsheng, to teach the two young masters. In the middle, because Mr. Lu wanted to prepare for the exam, the eldest young master has studied by himself for two years, and now he has read all four books, but he has not formally taught the Five Classics."
Master Liu said in surprise, "Have you ever treated menstruation?"
Not to mention the son of Hubu Langzhong, he is a child of a common scholar. He should have learned the Four Books at the age of seven or eight. This young man has such a delicate and transparent appearance, but he has just read the Four Books, and has not officially read the scriptures yet
His surprise passed, and he felt lost again, so he quietly glanced down at Cui Xie. Seeing his eyes dodging, he mistakenly thought that he was ashamed of his slow learning progress, so he comforted him warmly: "The essence of scientific research is to familiarize yourself with the sages' classics and Zhu Zi's annotations, and to speak from the sage's point of view. It is like Cui Gongzi. Spend more time consolidating the foundation, and learning from the chest can accumulate and thin hair, but it is more stable and solid than those who are blindly seeking fast, and have not yet understood the scriptures before learning to do the questions.”
Even though he said that, Master Liu still felt that he had made a slip of the tongue and slaughtered the truth that Shangguan's son was ignorant. He was very embarrassed, and it was boring to stay there any longer. He left behind the poems Fu Zhizhou wrote to him and a new set of four treasures of the study, and left in a hurry.