Chapter 344: 344: The situation in Beijing (1)

Chapter 344 Chapter 344
[Eat out with your feet]: So boring, why do n’t you even have a robbery bandit?
[Old driver Lian Meng]: Although I also find the live broadcast these days very boring, but the bandits or something, a little bit of brain will not come to death? Qian Qiang is exciting, but it also needs a small life to enjoy, not to mention the anchor killer, and the other five thousand guards are not left watching. One by one, they are wearing armour, holding lances, and small-scale bandits. Don't dare to rob.
[Inflammation of tonsils]: #Hide your face. As a newcomer in the live broadcast room, I don't think it's boring to watch the anchor transcribe emergency care.
[Precautions]: Yeah, I feel that such bland live content is also good. It is hoped that the anchors can carry forward these first aid knowledge in this position, create a lofty profession of "nurse" in advance, and improve the social status of the majority of vulnerable women.
Departing from Hejian to Shangjing takes a lot of time along the way.
There were 5,000 guards outside, and the bandits didn't dare to rise up, and Jiang Yanji naturally took it easy.
With nothing to do, she put the battlefield first aid knowledge on the agenda, earnestly transcribed it, and slowly saved three or four hundred pages.
Ta Xue grinded Jiang Yanji, and so persisted for several days, but this day finally couldn't help curiosity and asked.
"Nu Jianlang Jun has been transcribed in the car these days, I wonder what is written?"
Jiang Yanji just finished copying one, took it seriously, carefully checked it again, and confirmed that it was correct, and then dried the ink with a fumigator.
"It's nothing, but it's some simple Qihuang medicine." Jiang Yanji put the dried paper into the box, and 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.
Taxue grinds ink and laughs, "Qi Huang Yishu? When was Lang Jun interested in these left doors?"
Jiang Yanji said, "Medicine saves lives, know more about it, and maybe when it will come in handy, in my opinion this is the right way."
She explained in this way, but Ta Xue didn't show much interest.
His own Langjun is very clever and has a strong learning ability, but where is the Qihuang medical technique so easy to eat?
Even if she is now starting to concentrate on her studies and studying for three or five years, she will be an apprentice.
Soon, time passed quickly in Jiang Yanji's silent copying.
The bright full moon had quietly risen from the outside, and everyone stopped hurriedly to make a fire.
Taxue covered her lips with her hands, drowsily yawned, and squeezed two tears out of her eyes.
Seeing this, Jiang Yanji pityfully said, "Go to rest when you are sleepy. I don't need to wait here."
Ta Xueqiang held up his spirit and said, "How can this work? If the slave goes to rest, who will grind Lang Jun?"
Jiang Yanji slyly smiled, "Don't forget, your family Langjun and the book boy. Grinding is his job, let him take over from you."
Xu Yan outside sneezed silently.
Taxue was not arrogant. She was really drowsy at the moment. When she was grinding just a little bit, she almost fell asleep.
"The slave didn't resist either, so he called Xu Langjun over."
Jiang Yanji said, "Don't forget to take a box of ink sticks. The ink sticks are used up here, and it is probably not enough to copy at night."
"it is good."
It wasn't long after Ta Xue left, Xu Yan took a box of ink ingots and lifted the curtain. He saw Jiang Yanji, who had not seen in a few days.
As soon as he got in the car, he laughed and laughed.
"I was wondering just now, why I haven't seen Lang Jun in these days. I never thought that Lang Jun had been studying hard in the car."
He knows very well that Jiang Yanji is a character who can't sit still. He likes to walk around on Dabai when he is fine. He rarely stays in the carriage quietly. These days, this person seems to have evaporated, and she can't see her outside.
Jiang Yanji pointed to the dry bench, "grind the ink."
Xu Yan took out an ink stick full of ink fragrance, grinded it carefully, and fell his eyes on the paper copied by Jiang Yanji.
"Lang Jun wrote this ..."
"Some superficial first aid knowledge ..." Jiang Yanji stroked his forehead and kept copying his wrist for a moment. "I have seen a lot of Ye Shibing policy and found that the two armies were at war. Most of the soldiers died not on the battlefield but on the spot. No one is treating ... "
Ta Xue and Xu Yan asked the same question, but Jiang Yanji gave a completely different answer.
The latter smelled keenly, arching, "I am presumptuous, I wonder if I can borrow a view?"
"Look ..." Jiang Yanji pointed at the box at random, and there were already hundreds of sheets of paper stacked in it.
Xu Zheng took a closer look, his eyebrows tightened from the beginning, and then slowly relaxed until his eyes burst into stunning colors.
"This, this ..." Xu Yan said almost incoherently with excitement. The others were short-sighted. He felt that Qihuangshu was just a left-hand approach, but his long-term vision made him more aware of the importance of these things written by Jiang Yanji and how many soldiers' lives would be saved in the future.
He bit the tip of his tongue, suppressing his inner excitement, and asked, "Is this made by Lang Jun?"
Jiang Yanji shook his head and said, "No, most of the content in it was copied from Mr. Wen Fu's side, and after my integration, it was written in simple and understandable words. After all, not everyone is literate and speaks too esoteric, No one can understand. "
Wen Fu refers to Cheng Wenfu, also Cheng Cheng.
Cheng Ye and Jiang Yanji made a sale that year. She provided bamboo paper, and the other party copied all the books in the house to her.
It's almost three years now, and only two-thirds of Cheng's promised books have been delivered. It's not that Cheng Cheng has sneaked away and deliberately delayed the progress of copying books, but that there are too many books in his house. On his own, efficiency could not be improved.
Jiang Yanji pushed this knowledge to Cheng Yan's house, and Xu Yan suspected him.
"I plan to let the women's part learn about first aid. Women have always been more attentive than men and have an advantage in learning."
Xu Yan groaned, "Lang Jun's plan is not bad. Even if the female part can't kill the enemy on the battlefield, it can also save the lives of the badly wounded soldiers. They can still do great work. But ... there are still worries in my heart."
"worry about what?"
Xu Yidao, "Medical ethics is different from others. It's about human life. If Lang Jun insists on letting women learn, it is best to hire Lang Zhong, who has high medical ethics and skill, to teach medical skills. If you study by yourself, I am worried that other accidents will occur."
Jiang Yanji nodded. "Your worry is not unreasonable. I also have this intention. I will look for candidates when I go to Beijing."
In ancient times, the level of medical skills was very low, but there were also some amazing talents. If you search carefully, you can still find them.
Only the first aid knowledge of women's ministry is imparted, and those miraculous doctors without ordinary doctors can do the job.
There is only one change today, my head still hurts, my eyelids are so struggling, I will make up tomorrow, sorry for QAQ
(End of this chapter)