Siheyuan: I decide the fate of the world with my medical skills

"Is the person in Brother Zhang's room Zhang Liang Zifang?" Under the pavilion, a burly man with a short beard walked forward quickly.

Zhang Liang clasped his arms together, first bowed his hands to his waist, then quickly bowed his head, "Greetings, Brother Tian Dan!"

Tian Dan looked him up and down for a moment, smiled and shook his head: "I haven't seen you for a few months, you seem to have darkened a lot!"

Zhang Liang felt bitter, "Now all the princes in the world have been wiped out by the Qin Dynasty.

If what Zhang Liang said was true, Xu Fu could actually predict someone's date of death! And Zhang Liang even witnessed a person die from vomiting blood.

It was so shocking and terrifying. Tian Dan breathed a sigh of relief and asked solemnly, "Is there anything important that Zhang Zi came to do this time?"

Zhang Liang looked around at the strong men in the arena and smiled, "I originally came here to reminisce about the past, but now it seems that Brother Tian has the determination and will to unify the world. Therefore, there is an important thing I can tell Brother Tian."

"What is this great event?"

Zhang Liang then replied: "Once the news comes from Xianyang, you can help me rebuild Han, and I can help you revive Qi."

The morning glow had just begun to illuminate the sky of Xianyang, and the city flag had not yet been seen flying, but a side door of Nanshi on Changyang Street had already begun to be crowded with early risers.

Chen Ying, who was on holiday, was brought to this place by Zhongli Mei to enjoy a sumptuous meal. He and Ji Bu escorted Zhongli Mei into the crowd and moved forward along the flow of people.

After arriving in Nanshi, Chen Ying discovered that the situation was completely different from the last time he came.

Last time I visited, it was orderly but also chaotic. Stalls selling bamboo products such as baskets might be close to those selling controlled goods, and next to them might be stalls selling charcoal. But now it is different. The entire Nanshi is planned and designed to separate the sale of various types of food and handicraft products, and the layout is orderly.

For example, several shops that opened early to receive tourists today are specialized in providing various foods. At the same time, Chen Ying noticed that the small official tofu shop, where people had to queue up to get their food supplies, had closed down, and the staff seemed to have moved to the meatball shop next door to help.

He smiled gently. Making tofu was not difficult to teach. When Chen Ying visited Ji Bu's cousin's house before, he saw the stalls selling goods in the streets. In most cases, they were trading - people exchanged dried beans for tofu products. But what he appreciated most was the leftover bean dregs, which were very delicious after being fried with mutton oil. "Brother, are we going to eat mutton stewed pancakes today, or boiled noodles with soup?" Zhongli Mei was a little embarrassed to choose between the two adjacent shops.

At this time, Ji Bu's decision was obviously more straightforward: "According to the usual practice, a bowl of mixed stewed meat, with two large pancakes. Less chopped green onions, and more chili oil!"

Chen Ying asked in confusion: "How many times have we come here to eat without telling them?"

Faced with this situation, Zhongli Zhao on the side seemed to feel a little embarrassed and could no longer speak. He could only look at the scene in front of him helplessly.

After a while, the three of them, each holding a large ceramic bowl as big as a human face and a large piece of pie placed in a bamboo basket in the other hand, looked around for a suitable seat.

Chen Ying exclaimed in admiration. He never expected to see the same low chairs here as those in the palace. It turned out that the street vendor selling mutton soup just now invited us to share a table with other customers. Ji Bu stared at it for a while, and then an idea flashed in his mind. He immediately led Zhongli Mei and Chen Ying to a corner on one side.

Ji Bu put down the pottery bowl on the low table and invited a young man who was concentrating on breaking noodles. He was wearing a straight-collared long gown, a long crown on his head, and a few wisps of beard on his cheeks, "Sir, how about we share a table?"

The young man nodded slightly in agreement without looking up, and his hands became more delicate, strictly following some primitive doctrine, dividing the pasta evenly into portions the size of a thumbnail.

Amorous and exaggerated... Looking at the young man's behavior, Ji Bu curled his lips lightly and sat down, without noticing that Chen Ying's expression suddenly became nervous and his eyes suddenly narrowed.

The mutton soup in Chen Ying's hand trembled slightly twice, but he remained calm and sat next to the young man with his back straight and his body stiff.

At this moment, the voices of a few diners chatting at the nearby table drifted over.

"Huh? This is unbelievable. Zhong Huai actually took the initiative to add more meat slices for me!"

"Did you know that after the Shaofu reform, the city regulations stipulated that the amount of food provided to employees every ten days was reduced by half, but they could receive an additional 5% of the daily profit as a reward."

“What does it mean to be profitable?”

"It's the income from daily trading!"

"I see. No wonder he said welcome back when he handed me the slice of meat."

At this time, the adjacent diners started a conversation:

"I heard that a soldier who came back from Shangjun in the next street said that the mutton soup steamed bun here was actually spread from the troops stationed in the border areas."

"I want to know more details."

"It seems that the clothes you are wearing should be those of a scholar in the Zaishikan Hall!"

Ji Bu nodded in acknowledgment and turned to the Qin man dressed as "Bu Geng," "Uncle, please continue."

"Since the maester is interested in listening, I will continue."

It is said that the craftsman accidentally omitted a key ingredient during the production of this large pancake, causing it to be dry and hard, for which he was severely punished by military discipline.

"However, the cook could not throw away the pancakes after being beaten, so he used the remaining gravy to soak them until they became soft, and he accidentally created this delicacy."

"This is very interesting. Next I'm going to have a bowl of mutton soup and pancakes!" After Ji Bu finished the mutton offal in the big bowl in two or three minutes, he walked to the mutton soup restaurant in the surprised eyes of everyone.

"Think about what ingredients the chef might have forgotten to add. If we knew, we could recruit a few locals to open a mutton soup restaurant at home!"

"What a great idea! If you really open a business, I will come to support you!"

"It's baking soda. He forgot to add it." The young man who was eating the cake seriously said without looking up.

“What is baking soda?”

"I don't know! I'm going to ask my wife if she knows!"

“What if she doesn’t know what to do?”

"Then teach her a lesson!"

When they heard the word "lesson", the familiar people around them immediately burst into laughter.

"Want to teach her a lesson? Your wife is quite tall, with a simple and honest face and thick eyebrows. With a beard, she looks like a guardian statue. Do you want to teach her a lesson or let her teach you a lesson?

"Humph! Isn't he afraid to fight?"

"Uncle, how come you don't know that the Qin Empire's law stipulates that the person who beats his wife will be sentenced to exile, which means depriving his beard!"

"Ha! Of course I know. I even bought two copies of the latest Civil Laws and Regulations! Even if the woman in my family files a complaint, I have a way to fight back. I can use this information to reduce the punishment."

"If you had used your cunning energy in farming, you would have been promoted to a higher position long ago!"

"If you weren't deceitful, how could you have been promoted to a higher position? Also, please don't ignore what I saw: you bought four books of "Details of the Law" in one go!"

"Oh no! No wonder the Regulations added new purchase restrictions and required the full name of the purchaser to be listed...

Ziying put the empty plate aside and wiped the remaining taste from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. He sat down and asked his brother Zhongli softly: "Brother, I actually think it is not necessary to go to such lengths. Can't we just raise the price directly and make a lot of money at the same time?"

Zhongli looked at him and accused him, "Don't talk nonsense. The purpose of the court publishing Qin Law is to make people understand the law and abide by it!"

Zhongli thought for a few seconds and nodded. "I understand a lot after hearing what Brother Ji said. Recently, many national policies have been announced and implemented in the court after consultation within the palace! Brother is really amazing!"

"Don't believe his nonsense. Your Majesty is a man of great talent and wisdom, and I am just following the law..."

Riding in the carriage heading to the Lantian Industrial Area, Fusu's face was a mixture of silent laughter and crying in response to a certain situation.

The main meaning of this passage is to explore the social changes under human nature and power in the form of comparison between ancient and modern times. The original text uses fictional stories to compare real events, emphasizing how human nature (greed) and the flow of power affect social order and institutional construction.

Here is an attempted translation of the text, intended to preserve its humor and irony:

When promoting the law in the Qin Empire,

A group of misunderstood characters like a church selling indulgences.

Fusu recalled what he had seen in later texts - certain religions selling indulgences on a large scale in order to raise funds for church construction.

Although such business is very profitable, people's greed is as endless as the author of an unfinished manuscript.

Looking forward to more recommendation votes.

The clergy are also greedily seeking to increase their business, hoping for more and more!

This made them relax their vigilance and accept an invention of the northern tribes - printing.

Then, the machine kept roaring and the gold coins flowed into the vault.

However, history is often not controlled by human will.

In just a few years, the situation got completely out of control.

The printer not only produced indulgences, but also a draft constitution and Luther's "95 Theses". Faced with this out-of-control situation, some religions were affected by the aftermath and established a system out of desperation - reviewing publications.

However, this mechanism is even more resilient than the printing press.

This coincides with the current Qin regime. Our regime not only gathers troops from all over the world, but also has the words of burning books.

Therefore, contrary to these past events, our Qin State is not promoting religious reform, but strengthening the power of traditional laws...

Looking back at the time when the civil law details were first issued, the elders who were enjoying their old age in Yongcheng expressed an ambiguous attitude towards this action.

As a direct beneficiary, their core demand has always been stability rather than change.

In ancient times, the emperor appeared as a herdsman, and ordinary people did not need to read the laws in depth or understand the spirit of the law.

Just focus on farming and warfare, this is the call of the times.

Fusu originally wanted to let these dissenting older generations of families go.

Until the documents submitted are put aside,

Suddenly I realized that the timing of submitting these documents was just the critical time: when the sugar sales in Nanhai County were about to start,

The clan leaders who had always been low-key seemed to become extremely enthusiastic overnight.

snort!

This is nothing more than a speculative act after seeing the attractive commercial profits.

It makes people feel like they are back to college life in the future.

The special products brought from the South China Sea were like the opening of an investment proposal.

Making sugar in Lanchi Palace,

It's like planning a project report with your roommate and trying to attract investors' attention for the first round of financing.

After the product is actually produced, everyone rushes to discuss how to launch larger-scale investment and expansion strategies...

This version retains the humor and satirical elements of the original work as much as possible, and is modernized to increase the richness of contrast and metaphor to suit the Chinese context and expression habits.

This group of old nobles were similar to Tian Ji. They said they didn't want to, but actually their actions were very cooperative... No, it should be said that they were similar to Zhao Ji. They always wanted to get close to them, but they didn't express their intentions directly. Instead, they used various soups as an excuse to secretly convey hints.

As for Fusu, he was worried that they would not get involved!

He planned to gather this group of royal elders when the day of ancestral worship and celebration was held in Yongcheng, and discuss with them in detail the topic of the second round of financing.

The focus of development will be on Bashu and Jiangnan, after all, the climate there complements the conditions for growing sugarcane.

However, the most fundamental reason is that the mountains and deep forests there are like the Lingnan equation, with countless low-cost laborers living there. Taking this opportunity, he can also collect moldy and oxidized "Qin Banliang" coins from the cellars of these old nobles and use them again in the market.

As for the money they earned from this, they will make it back in other ways!

Such as the gorgeous carriages, the fine horses from the Western Regions, or the new industry that Fusu will witness on this trip - porcelain!

As a time traveler, Fusu had no idea how porcelain was made. Until one day, he was overjoyed to comb through the treasure warehouse in the palace and found a white porcelain jar that was said to have been used by King Zhou of Shang. The eunuch in charge of the treasury in the palace told him that the white porcelain jar was looted during the war between Shang and Zhou and was included in the collection of the Zhou royal family at that time. Until the Qin Dynasty unified the six kingdoms, the cultural relics in the hands of the First Emperor included this period of history.

During the afternoon in the library, we explored in depth and found that China has a history of firing porcelain at least as early as the Shang Dynasty.

The white ceramics of the Shang Dynasty were not unique in glaze color, but originated from the belief in the ancient Five Elements Theory - the Shang Dynasty symbolized the color of gold, and when it rose to prominence, silver overflowing the mountains was a good omen. Therefore, the white color was highly valued.

After detailed research by Zhang Cang and others, Fusu confirmed that the white porcelain in the palace was probably not the original product, but a later imitation work.

The white porcelain jar seized by the King of Shang had long been broken and disappeared as the princes fought wars and Haojing fell in the late Western Zhou Dynasty.

After King Ping moved to Luluo, in order to maintain his superficial honor, he produced another generation of imitation white porcelain vessels according to the old style.