Knight's Guide to Anti-Wolf [Western Fantasy]

In late autumn, the abnormal rain this year seems to have decreased, and the sky is rarely clear. Housewives in every household start to clean the room and dry the bedding. The weather is too humid and mold has started to grow on many things, including food.

For a month the farmers very actively started building the chapel.

Naturally, a small church in the country cannot be as luxurious as the ones in the town and the city, not to mention flying buttresses, Big Ben, and even windows made of stained glass. It is just a larger prayer hall. Add an attic with a steeple, and it will be a church. A small house is built next to it, and a yard is surrounded by fences. There is a cemetery not far behind the church, which is a standard small country church.

The village here is an integrated farm. There are only more than 200 children and elderly people. Most of the land belongs to the nobles. There are only a small number of free people who own their own land, and the rest are farm laborers.

This is also impossible. The heavy plow used for deep plowing is expensive, and it is not something that ordinary farmers can buy, but the vassals are in the manors of the nobles, and they can use them as long as they pay.

Ansu deliberately built a corridor between the house and the church, which not only facilitates access, but also facilitates daylighting.

"Pastor Jialan, I bought you the paper you asked for." A boy in linen clothes hurried over calling his alias, and opened a cloth bag from his arms with a neat stack of papers inside. blank paper.

"Thank you." An Su reached out to take it and stroked it. The paper surface was very rough, the fibers could be seen randomly, and the toughness was not good. It was far worse than his big Chinese papermaking skills.

"Is this paper?" The young man looked at it curiously, wanting to touch it, but afraid of getting it dirty.

"Yes." An Su put down the paper, and scratched across the paper with a quill.

With a little force, the tip of the feather rubbed a small hole in the paper.

The boy suddenly took a deep breath in distress. This is 50 coppers a piece of paper, so one piece of paper is enough for him to eat bread for ten days.

But he didn't dare to say anything more, just asked in a low voice: "There has been a lot of rain recently, and the moldy grain you want us to collect is probably several hundred pounds, do you want it?"

"So many," An Su was delighted, "Of course I have to. I will deal with it when you put it in the corridor. By the way, I know that you don't want to keep the moldy grains. How about it? Buy it at a price, and distribute it."

"No, no, we are very grateful if you can stay." The young man didn't dare to accept the pastor's money, and fled in panic almost instantly.

Ansu smiled, but didn't insist.

He opened a stack of papers. Naturally, such a small village would not have parchment. This is a kind of paper made of papyrus. The price is a little cheaper than parchment. The method is top secret there, and this paper is used to exchange a large amount of food, jewelry and other materials from the empire every year.

In my memory, there was a period of drought in Tole country, so I raised the price of paper to exchange for more supplies, but the price was so high that the emperor at that time felt that his dignity was challenged, and a big war started for this. It wasn't that the Saxons thought this was a great opportunity and took a bite of the empire's ass, almost hitting the capital of Tolle.

Since then, the price of this kind of paper has dropped instantly, and the price has basically not increased.

Sure enough, knowledge is wealth, but not necessarily power.

... I'm distracted again, let's get down to business.

He knocked his head hard, and began to search for all kinds of previous memories in his mind.

After a while, he finally wrote the first sentence on the paper:

"Preparation of Penicillin by Indigenous Method..."

Then he stopped writing, logically speaking, the most suitable symptomatic drug for plague is streptomycin, but the strains he cultivated in college were all wood-type (Penicillium rot), and streptomyces were soil-type ( growing soil).

Therefore, the preparation of penicillin is much simpler than that of streptomycin. Even if it is not symptomatic, it can be suppressed barely.

The villagers who went out to buy and sell items in the past few days have heard that the black death has spread to towns hundreds of miles away. If you don't take some action, if someone is infected, your three magical positions will have no effect at all. , and he has only comprehended 46.7% of the skill of exorcising diseases. God knows when the comprehension will be gone.

So we can only treat the dead and alive together.

After thinking for a while, he continued to write.

Try the preparation method: first collect a large amount of Penicillium, and add it to the culture solution (corn is not produced locally, consider using rice juice mixed with starch instead).After cultivating for seven days, filter the culture medium (there is no filter cotton locally, consider using self-made filter paper), dissolve it with vegetable oil (temporary olive oil) after filtration, add water and put activated carbon to clean, and use a separation tube (replaced by a funnel) to separate water and oil ...

Ansu paused, can this really work?

Whether he can use it or not!

Anyway, I don't use it!I didn't run away just because of the doctor's morality!

With a little depression and a little grievance, Ansu continued to write.

Wash with distilled water, then inject acidic water (prepared with vinegar, PH value between 4.5 and 5), then add alkaline water (prepared with baking soda powder)...repeat refining to increase the concentration of penicillin, and finally use the germ culture dish Observe the effect.

After finishing writing, An Su felt a bit apprehensive, the big deal is that I don't need to do it, I will learn more skills.

Forget it, let's find someone to help first.

As for the incubator, the oak barrel that the boy used to store the wine just now is quite good.

……

Although the people in the village are very strange about the pastor's recent behavior, the pastor doesn't ask for many things. Every time he helps out, he can get high-quality bread, so everyone continues to carry out such tasks without understanding.

But it didn't take long for such behavior to run into trouble.

No money.

Ansu’s money originally consisted of three gold coins and a lot of small change, but he had no sense of money, and he never hesitated to buy anything. He always felt that he still had a lot of money. He took out a large handful of copper coins.

This time the boy he called to buy things was the same boy as before, but Ansu fumbled for the purse for a long time after calling him here, but there was still a handful of coppers, not a single gold coin, let alone a single silver.

I can't get off stage...

Ansu's face turned blue and green, white and white.

"Pastor Jialan," the young man looked carefully at his expression, then looked at the copper coin, and said tentatively, "You, if you have no money, you can sell the forgiveness talisman."

Ansu→_→

Absolution Talisman, yes, Absolution Talisman.

Ansu's memory of this thing is there. He went to the church's production workshop (?) to see it more than once. There are various relics and absolution charms produced there. The relics are the clothes left by some god. Fragments, angel feathers (goose feathers), wood removed from the shelf of the saint's crucifixion, spoons used by the Pope... Even when he became a champion knight in the imperial capital, there were people who charged his various clothes, pillows and underwear at special prices Pants, and all of them can be sold at a good price.

As for the pardon talisman, there are more dazzling things than jewelry styles, and there are new trends every year.There are forgiveness charms for all sins, some for 300 years, some for 500 years, some for forgiveness of past sins, some for forgiveness of future sins, some for forgiveness of lust, forgiveness of greed... As long as Ansu is willing, he can be forgiven in an instant. You can earn back the money you used up.

It's just...

Tsk, conscience is really a nasty thing.

So, he raised his head and asked indifferently, "Where is the nearest bandit stronghold from here?"

The boy's face paled instantly.

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The nearest bandit stronghold is in the mountains dozens of miles away. They occupy a dilapidated castle and plunder the caravans and surrounding farms. As long as there is a little resistance, they will kill people immediately. Several people in their village were killed because of this. Death, the sheriff of the town has led people to encircle them many times, but because they are familiar with the terrain and run away if they cannot be beaten, it is always difficult to eradicate them, and after the encirclement, they will retaliate more violently against the caravan and the surrounding villages.

This is what Ansu asked from the boy.

And the magistrate also offered a reward for the head of the bandit leader, a gold coin.

It's a pity that I can't go to receive the reward, An Su feels a little regretful.

Riding an old horse borrowed from a farmer, An Suzhi walked northward through the swamp at the entrance of the village, and soon encountered the small river that the boy said, and went up the river for about a few hours, in the afterglow of dusk Down to see a small castle on the hill.

The castle has seen many, many years, with towers caved in and stone bricks falling off.

An Su thought for a while, tied the horse to a big tree nearby, and walked towards the winding mountain road in front of the castle.

Finally, when the sun was about to set, he walked to the gate of the castle. The gate was open at this time, and someone from above had already spotted him, but a young and beautiful boy really made it impossible to raise the alarm.

"Is this the fat sheep delivered to your door?" A stout man in front of the door laughed loudly. He was holding a spiked wooden stick, with a bushy beard on his face, and he couldn't see his expression, but he looked at An Su. With a hint of greed and vigilance.

"You are already surrounded by me, smart ones, hand over the money, I won't kill people." Ansu said calmly.

"Surrounded by you, surrounded by you alone?" Another man laughed, "Come on, let me see how you kill."

"Shh!"

A cold light suddenly appeared.

Ansu backhanded his sword into the attacker who was hiding on the side, then moved his right foot three meters horizontally, dodging a row of arrows on the wall, and walked into the castle majestically.

The two men guarding the entrance covered their necks, blood slid frantically from their palms, their eyes were full of fear and disbelief.

"Speak well, why don't you listen?" An Su said, flicking the blood from the tip of the sword.