I handed in the sand sculpture through the book system

Bei Yan didn't take this "Chinese Character Simplification Plan" very seriously, but considering Mu Chen's mood at the moment, after a little thought, he decided to take a long way to investigate a few more, and postpone the motion until lunch.

After the chaos, the city of Jiangling was already full of rubble and weeds, and the empty long street was full of gravel.You can only occasionally see figures swaying in the corner, casting timid gazes cautiously.These short-brown aborigines were short and dark, oppressed by the perennial hard labor, and even when they walked, they leaned against the side of the road and cowered, as if they were about to run away at any time.Every time Bei Yan sees this situation, he sighs secretly, thinking that the ancients said that under a tyrannical government, one must stand on one's feet, and they are not exaggerating at all.

He has been in the Middle Ages for a few days, and he knows that these people are really afraid of a "noble" like himself. If he stays where he is, these people will never dare to take the lead.He looked around, trying to find a path to walk.Then I heard a long cry from the corner, a woman in rags broke out from the corner, staggered and threw herself at Bei Yan's feet, kowtowing repeatedly with her head, she prostrated herself on the ground and walked forward, His forehead was already blood red.

Bei Yan was terrified and couldn't help taking two steps back.Du Heng hurried forward to block it.He listened carefully to the woman's cry, turned around and bowed his head to report: "Sir, this woman seems to be begging for help."

Bei Yan groaned, but before he could react, he heard footsteps from the corner, and another man in ragged clothes jumped out from the corner, rushed to Bei Yan and fell to his knees, kowtowing in fear as well.Bei Yan was taken aback for a moment, knowing that he might have encountered something in the TV series to sue him, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

Before Du Heng could translate it, the man kneeling on the left smashed his head to the ground and shouted loudly: "My lord, forgive me, my lord, forgive me!"

These few sentences look weird, but they seem to be the official dialect of the Southern Dynasty designated by the system.Bei Yan was slightly taken aback, and in the blink of an eye, he saw the man wearing a red cloth on his chest, and couldn't help asking: "Are you the boss around here?"

A few days ago, Shu Bai proposed an epidemic prevention plan, which was approved after discussion at the plenary meeting.But soon the consultants discovered a more serious problem - although the crossing team's force was invincible, the number of people was only a drop in the ocean after all.As the affairs in the city gradually increased, Kong Ming could not finish the daily tasks even if there were [-] people per capita.

After repeated discussions, the meeting adopted Wang Zhi's plan, and decided to divide more than [-] people in the city into [-] groups, choose honest and honest people with a little knowledge of Mandarin as the group leader, and lead several subordinates to be responsible for daily security. For patrolling and anti-epidemic cleaning, the crossing team is only responsible for supervision and audit, so as to reduce pressure.

In order to facilitate the understanding of the people in the city, the crossing team announced to the public that the chiefs were appointed according to the old system of the Southern Dynasty, and each chief was issued a uniform and red cloth as a sign.

The chief hurriedly kowtowed: "Your words are not bad, Xiaomin, Xiaomin was rewarded by the noble, it is the chief near here..."

Bei Yanduo took a look at the man, but couldn't help but frown: In the design of the meeting, different uniforms were made according to the functions of the group, but now the man is dressed in tattered clothes, so I don't know what position he is in. .

"Where's your uniform?"

Seeing the nobleman frowning, Shi Chang was so frightened that his head hit the ground and shook into a ball, curled up trembling, teeth chattering, he was already unable to utter a word.Du Heng took a step back behind Bei Yan, and whispered:

"Boy, I heard someone mention it in private. It is said that the 'uniform' rewarded by His Highness is really good. The people below are reluctant to wear it. They would rather wear their own old clothes. They don't feel bad when they are worn out."

Bei Yan was speechless.This factor was considered when designing the uniforms, so instead of choosing modern fabrics, they found a bunch of wool linen in Hou Rong's private warehouse and sewed them together.In his opinion, these linen clothes are already so inferior that his conscience hurts, and now he is still reluctant to wear them.

"...It doesn't have to be like this." Bei Yan thought for a while, and then sighed: "It's not a good material, there are plenty of it in the warehouse. Besides, didn't we mention that there will be seasonal clothes in the future, why bother?" I can't bear it."

Du Heng didn't speak, just bowed his head and took another step back.In the past few days, he has been observing carefully, and he probably knows the temperament of the "alchemists" around His Highness (after studying for a few days, he quietly changed the name of the so-called heretics): He neither feasted nor hunted, and did not even search for singing girls, gold, jade and jewelry; but in his demeanor, there was an astonishingly luxurious temperament of why not eat minced meat: such as kiln changing porcelain, such as unrestrained giving Porridge is another example of the so-called "uniform".

——God is sorry, Hou Rong's private warehouse of fabrics, but he has burned, killed and looted all the way, and has accumulated family property since Jiankang.For more than a hundred years, the change of dynasties has greatly changed the law of money, and the price of buying and selling is always based on cloth.The value of the various fabrics in Hou Rong's warehouse is probably not less than ten thousand gold.Now all the alchemists have squandered more than half of it casually, and they still say "it's a lot"? "will replace"?

Of course, Du Heng didn't dare to say a word.He stepped back and lowered his eyebrows, and saw the woman kneeling on the right crying loudly, struggling to crawl towards Mr. Bei.

Bei Yan was a little at a loss, subconsciously looked at the man who knew Mandarin.

The chief quickly kowtowed and answered: "Speak to the nobleman, this woman—this woman is Xiaomin's younger sister. The child at home is not in good health these days. ——I just ask you to forgive me.”

Bei Yan squinted his eyes, of course he wouldn't believe any "crazy" words, he knew that the woman's risky rush must be due to some changes in the child's condition, and asked himself to save his life, so he immediately asked:

"Where's the child? Has anyone seen it?"

Shi Chang really started to tremble again.He trembled for a moment, but at least he didn't dare to deceive the nobleman, so he could only grit his teeth and say, "Okay, so that the nobleman can know that my nephew has had a fever for two days, and he hasn't yet sought a doctor..."

Bei Yan was horrified, thinking why this uncle was so cruel, he raised his tone subconsciously:

"Why don't you go? Isn't Mr. Shu just sitting in front of the lobby? It's too far for you to go a few hundred steps from here?"

Hearing the displeasure in the nobleman's tone, the man was so frightened that his whole body trembled and his hands and feet felt cold.Fortunately, he has also met the nobles around King Hengyang in the past few days, at least he is not so courageous that he dare not speak.He struggled for a moment, managed to squeeze out an answer:

"I, my lord, the villain originally wanted to take his nephew to Mr. Shu for treatment. But seeing Mr. Shu sitting in front of the hall and busy ordering the fire, he really didn't dare to go forward. Everyone in the city said that Mr. Shu was Hua. Tuo entrusted the birth, besides the villain, the nephew's illness is minor, delaying, delaying Hua Tuo's affairs, it is not enough to die ten thousand times, and even if he dies, he will go to hell..."

Bei Yan was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't laugh or cry: These few days Shu Bai stayed in front of the government hall, watching the natives burn fires and pour water to boil all kinds of tableware and cloth, teach them to use high temperature method to sterilize and sterilize, and do free clinics by the way. Diagnose and treat patients who seek medical advice.Modern medical technology is extremely effective, and within five or six days, he has already made a huge name. As far as he knows, someone even quietly offered up the tablet for Mu Chen and Shu Bai.But I never expected that after being too famous, there would be such a side effect!

"Go to the hospital if you are sick, what's wrong with it? It's a big deal if you miss your illness!" Bei Yan said a few words with a straight face, and Na Shichang hurriedly kowtowed to apologize, but his expression was still quite hesitant, as if Still dare not disturb Shu Bai's "major event" with a little "minor illness" of the child.Bei Yan thought for a while and added two sentences:

"You said that Mr. Shu Hua Tuo was reincarnated? Then what do you think Hua Tuo can do when he comes to you? Isn't it just to treat patients? If you procrastinate, you will delay Mr. Shu's major event. Hurry up!"

This sentence is immediate.With a long cry, he finally got up from the ground and ran to the other side of the long street in a panic.

·

Bei Yan was afraid that there would be some kind of moth on the man's way, so he led the two of them to the front of the mansion, but when he looked up, he saw that there was only a blazing fire and a few cauldrons steaming on the fire in the huge open space. The native woman was stirring the tableware in the pot, but Shu Bai's chair was empty.Bei Yan stood at the door and yelled several times before Shu Bai came out in a hurry with a tired look on his face.

After hearing the intention of coming, he didn't have time to exchange greetings, so he waved and asked Na Shizhang to bring the child over.The poor child huddled in the thick clothes and said nothing, but both cheeks were flushed.There was a crackling sound in the breathing, and there seemed to be a very strong phlegm sound.

Du Heng saw that Na Shi was clumsy, so he took the child and handed it to Shu Bai.During the handover, he looked down at the child's face, and couldn't help but secretly feel sorry.Since the teaching of Wudoumi, Taoism and medicine have not been separated.He followed his master on the mountain, and he could tell at a glance that this four or five-year-old child had entered his body due to wind and evil, and he was already powerless to recover. His poor mother tried so hard to ask for help, and she could only hurt her heart again.

However, Shu Bai touched the child's forehead, squeezed his mouth open and looked at his throat, but his face was as calm as water.He beckoned Du Heng to put down the table, and moved a wooden box over.

Bei Yan said: "What's wrong with this child, isn't it serious?"

"It's not serious." Shu Bai took out a bottle of spray from the wooden box: "It's just bronchitis. It's just that the treatment has been delayed for too long, and the swollen tonsils have blocked the trachea... Anti-inflammatory and swelling plus anti-allergic, all alive .”

He held up the spray and looked at it. The label on it was shining in the sun, and there were clearly the words roxithromycin.Bei Yan glanced at it, wondering: "Is roxithromycin too weak? At least the current bronchitis starts with cephalosporin, right?"

Shu Bai shook the spray up and down, and couldn't help laughing: "You think this is modern? Bacteria in the Middle Ages didn't even know what drug resistance was. Using modern antibiotics is anti-aircraft guns to beat mosquitoes. Speaking of martial arts... Let me tell you, not to mention the newly developed powerful antibiotics, even the most primitive penicillin is very effective here. I mixed distilled water with dry powder of penicillin yesterday, and the disease was cured with one injection at a time. Diluted to ten times the standard dose, it is still a panacea. This child has a staph infection, and roxithromycin is the right medicine."

Dr. Shu was tormented by drug-resistant bacteria in modern times, and now he was driving back to Xinshou Village with a full-grade car. Naturally, he was beaming and in a good mood.

Bei Yan nodded frequently beside him, echoing repeatedly.The three ancient people standing behind were completely confused: Shi Chang and his sister couldn't understand a word, so they could only stand dumbfounded; In addition to ", "panacea", I saw the words missing arms and legs on the precious glass bottle.But because of this, he was even more shocked and uneasy—from what Mr. Shu said, it seemed that this wind evil was effortless, and could be easily dealt with with this glass bottle? !

But how is this possible?

Du Heng's master called him the Sage of Xinglin, and all the relatives of the emperor, the relatives, the court officials and ministers all bowed down.But with my master's ability, I can only do my best when encountering internal diseases of wind and evil, or one or two luckily recover, it is nothing more than destiny.The master often mentioned to himself that wind evil enters the body and induces typhoid fever. Even the medical sage Zhang Zhongjing also suffered a lot, let alone future generations?But try your best.

If a glass bottle can be easily grasped and the medicine can cure the disease, what is the use of the medical skills he has learned for more than ten years?What is the use of the medicine that his master has taken for 30 years?What is the use of the "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" written by the medical sage?

Don't say that Hua Tuo is reborn, even if Hua Tuo is reborn, it must not be so absurd!

Du Heng's heart was agitated, and he couldn't help taking a few steps quietly, wanting to take a closer look at what Dr. Shu did.But Shu Bai unscrewed the cork, told Bei Yan to open the child's mouth, and gently dripped a few drops of liquid into it.

"It contains vasodilation and fever-reducing ingredients." Shu Bai's tone was calm: "The ancient people were particularly sensitive to drugs...the effect should be seen in ten minutes."

Bei Yan nodded, and asked Du Heng to lead the two people, and carry the child to the fire to keep warm.Nothing to do, he casually chatted with Shu Bai.In the past few days, the schedules of all the consultants are on the right track, but the epidemic prevention department in charge of Shu Bai is so busy.So after chatting for a few words, Shu Bai vomited bitterness, saying that he was about to pass out these days.In the morning, he will lead the free clinic of the medical team, and he will watch the aborigines kill the virus at high temperature. A bunch of rats.

"You haven't seen that battle before." Shu Bai shook his head repeatedly: "Modern rat poison is also accurate in cleaning up ancient rats. Hey, I once saw a gutter full of dead rats, so let's talk about it." Hundreds. But those natives don’t understand anything, and they forgot to wear masks and gloves when collecting and inspecting mice. Some of them even planned to steal one and roast it for food..."

Bei Yan shivered, and sympathy welled up from the bottom of his heart.

Because of this sympathy, he promised Shu Bai that as soon as he finished his work tomorrow, he would definitely come and help him, and help him keep an eye on the epidemic prevention.

Shu Bai gratefully held his hand and shook it vigorously.

"Actually, it doesn't have to be like this!" He sighed, "Just be careful, don't get hurt again... By the way, do you know why I entered the government office just now?"

Bei Yan naturally shook his head and didn't know.Shu Bai rubbed his neck and exhaled.

"It's nothing." He said listlessly: "Mr. Mu sprained his wrist while practicing calligraphy, let me go and have a look..."

Bei Yan was quite surprised: "Practicing handwriting can also improve injuries?"

"The posture is not right, he twisted his muscles, but his body is very special, just a little bit of injury will swell scary... I heard that it is a scumbag standard." Shu Bai said: "But when I came out, Mr. Mu I was already in a very low mood, and I didn’t want to practice any more. At that time, Xiang Liang’s persuasion had no effect, so he proposed another idea, saying that the points can be exchanged for brush skills.”

Bei Yan said: "Isn't the brush skill very expensive, I remember at least 30 points? How much does he have now?"

Shu Bai shook his head: "I'm not sure about that... Hearing what Xiang Liang means, he not only wants to exchange brush skills, but also needs to exchange for a call with the real world."

Bei Yan was even more surprised—a two-way call with the real world costs fifty credits, anyway, it's not a luxury Mu Chen can afford now, what does Xiang Liang think?

But he had no time to think about it.Footsteps sounded from the street, but it was Du Heng trotting all the way here, with a strange blush on his face.

He rushed in front of the two of them and quickly stopped to salute.Then he behaved in a hurry, as if he was extremely excited.Bei Yan frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Ben," Du Heng panted heavily, almost jumping out: "That child, that child's fever has subsided! He even started talking!"

Bei Yan snorted, and nodded to Shu Bai, both of them had the same calm face (wasn't it just a staph infection?), Du Heng's eyes widened, almost thinking that he accidentally said something wrong.He paused, then repeated: "Sir, the boy's fever is gone! He's talking!"

——How can you be so calm? !

Bei Yan was a little puzzled: "What?"

——Why do you say it twice?

In an instant, Du Heng's mentality couldn't hold back a little.Perhaps it was because the contrast between what he had been hearing and seeing for more than ten years was too great, so he blurted out:

"Three years ago, the youngest son of the late emperor entered his body due to wind evil, and my teacher, a famous doctor in the world, treated him meticulously, and finally died of death—"

Bei Yan felt even more baffled.

"Poor thing," he said, "and then?"

Du Heng opened his mouth, and suddenly felt a chill sweeping through his heart.

He suddenly remembered that the youngest son whom the late emperor loved so much that he spared no expense to ask his master to go down the mountain for medical treatment... is the younger brother of King Hengyang.

If King Hengyang's subordinates had such an elixir, then, then, how could his own brother die without treatment?

·

Mu Chen swallowed a mouthful of saliva and summoned the system.

This light group is still the same, even the mechanical sound is the same.But looking at this ball of light, Mu Chen's mood is not the same.

He cut to the chase:

"I want to exchange brush skills, I want to exchange dialect skills, and I want to talk to reality."

The ball of light floated up slowly, and coldly threw out a sentence:

"The total exchange points for the three rights and interests is 120 points, and your points are not enough to exchange."

Mu Chen had expected it.He looked at Xiang Liang, and smiled coldly: "After the plot character's favorability reaches a certain limit, I can ask for certain rights and interests as benefits, right?"

The light group was silent for a moment: "Yes."

"Then." Mu Chen said slowly, "How much does the character Yi Cheng like me?"

This time the light group was silent for a longer time: "...60."

Mu Chen laughed: "Have you met the requirements?"

The light group did not speak.

As a professional, experienced, and proficient in human love system, it is very good at using intimacy to make the host explode 18 livers for itself.The system's intimacy reward setting is not aimless - according to the experience of the love system for tens of thousands of years, generally when the intimacy reaches 20, it will hug, when it reaches 40, it will kiss, and when it reaches 60, it will almost fast-forward to an indescribable level- —At this kind of node, the enthusiasm of the audience master must have been high, so it is natural to throw out a little welfare to stimulate the host, and continue to work hard.

However, now the system is deeply confused.

Obviously, according to Yi Cheng's current intimacy, it should be ready to pull the light and prepare the bed to be indescribable below the neck.But—but this kid's intimacy has increased so quickly, but he doesn't even know where Mu Chen's bedroom is!

What the hell kind of orgasm is this?Will the old men in the audience open the box after filming it back? !

Even so, the system was still unable to say a negative word.It has scanned Yi Cheng thousands of times, and knows that his affection for Mu Chen (or the King of Hengyang) is absolutely untrue—this kid believes in Buddhism, and now he has made a wish to get up every morning to serve Hengyang. The king recited Buddhist scriptures a hundred times and prayed for peace and prosperity for the king of Hengyang.This is definitely not a false favorability created by some industrial saccharine!

The system is in a painful struggle.The lights around it are on and off, but after repeated thinking, it still can't get rid of the shackles of logic: since the favorability is real, the reward must also be honored.

So, after a creepy creak, the system finally chose to compromise.

"The rights and interests have been issued and will take effect immediately."

Before disappearing, the system went back and forth in its mind, and couldn't help thinking that maybe I should visit my friends in the artificial intelligence field, and the next anti-fraud app or something...