The back door of my house can last until the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 246 Wu Youxing's Idea of ​​Going North
The north is light and the south is expensive, this idea is deeply rooted in Jiangnan.

In the eyes of these gentry scholars in Jiangnan, the north is a barren land, far inferior to the gentle Jiangnan.

Besides, Beiping Mansion and Suzhou Mansion are thousands of miles apart, so there is no need to worry about the epidemic spreading.

No one is afraid when things don't happen to them.

These gentlemen in Jiangnan also have the same idea.

For them, these ordinary people in the north have nothing to do with them, so what if they die?
The gentry in the inn were all shaking their heads and laughing.

There are quite a few ordinary people who glared, but basically they dare not speak out.

It's just ordinary people, how could they dare to provoke these gentry masters?
Even if there is a thousand kinds of unhappiness in my heart, I can only endure it.

Wu Youxing's face was flushed, and he pointed at the gentry in front of him, wanting to yell at them, but the anger was pent up in his chest, and he couldn't vent it for a long time.

In the end, all the anger turned into sighs.

It's over, it's useless to talk about it.

No matter how much you talk to these gentlemen, it's just a waste of time, and it will actually affect your mood.

Wu Youxing took out a few copper coins from his body, slapped them on the table in front of him, and walked out without looking back.

The copper plates he patted on the table are very interesting. They are not Chongzhen Tongbao, nor Hongguang Tongbao, but copper coins minted by Sun Jie.

In fact, at the end of the Ming Dynasty, the private casting of copper coins became more and more serious. The quality of these privately minted coins circulated in the market was very poor, with very little copper content, and most of them were iron or lead.

The more economically developed the place, the more such copper coins.

In daily use, a bad one will even break the copper coin, let alone save it.

The poor quality of copper coins coupled with low quality made ordinary people in the south prefer to use silver in the late Ming Dynasty.

But when Sun Jie's copper coins appeared in the southern market, the situation changed greatly.

With its exquisite appearance and high quality, it quickly occupied the entire market in the shortest time.

However, these merchants and gentry in the south didn't care about this at all, and they were even happy for the common people to use the copper coins minted by Sun Jie.

The quality of these copper coins is very good, and they are very easy to sell.

Not only Sun Jie's copper coins have already occupied the southern market, but even the silver coins minted by Sun Jie are now filling every corner of the entire south.

The silver coins are of good quality, high quality, one piece is one tael, easy to convert, and with the exquisite patterns, they are highly sought after by the people in the south.

The silver on the common market is very poor in quality and has a lot of impurities, which is far inferior to Daqin silver coins.

Merchants and gentry not only ignored it, but also bought and sold it.

They exchanged the copper coins from the past, or the copper coins exchanged from Sun Jie for the silver on the market, and then through special means, exchanged these silver coins into Daqin silver coins.

In this way, these merchants and gentry in the south gained a lot of benefits.

To put it bluntly, these people are basically stakeholders, so how could it be forbidden to use it.

These merchants and gentry in the late Ming Dynasty did not know the role of the economy, nor did they know about currency wars, so they were not interested in these things, and they did not pay too much attention to them.

Even if these gentry and businessmen knew about these things, with their integrity, I am afraid they would not take any countermeasures.

The low quality of these merchants and gentry in the late Ming Dynasty is rare in the world.

Walking on the streets of Suzhou City, Wu Youxing's face was gloomy.

There are many shops and pedestrians on both sides of the street, and these things come together to build a beautiful picture.

However, Wu Youxing was not in the mood to appreciate this prosperous world. To him, these people in Suzhou City were no different from those in Beiping Mansion.

A few years ago, he also went to Beiping Mansion. Although he just passed by and didn't stay there for a long time, it still left a deep impression on him.

At that time, I went to the north mainly because of pimple plague.

All he could think about was the pimple plague in Beiping Mansion, and he couldn't help but walk a little faster.

Hired a donkey cart in the city and headed towards Wu county.

He came to Suzhou Mansion for some business a few days ago. He originally planned to leave after eating here today, but he didn't expect to encounter such a thing.

Wu County is not far from Suzhou Mansion, so we stopped in front of our house before dark.

His son was sitting on a stone pier in front of the house, fiddling with a medicine roller in his hand.

There is a faint smell of medicine in the air, spreading far away.

Wu Youxing stopped at the door of the house, quietly looking at his son.

His son didn't notice him for a while, lowered his head, and was very serious about processing the medicinal materials.

After a long time, he came to his son.

"Okay, don't do these things anymore. Follow me out in a few days, to the north!"

He looked at his son and said.

Wu Youxing's son Wu Yanghao raised his head and looked at his father suspiciously.

"Father, go to the north? Where to go to the north?" Wu Yanghao asked.

Wu Yanghao thought that the north mentioned by Wu Youxing was the north of Wu County or the north of Suzhou Prefecture.

After all, today's north is only south of the Yangtze River and north of Suzhou.

"Follow me across the Yangtze River, let's go to Beiping Mansion. There is a plague there now. As doctors, we should put the people of the world first!"

Wu Youxing expressed his decision.

This sentence shocked his son a lot.

Wu Yanghao hurriedly put down the work in hand, and hurriedly asked: "Father, the Beiping mansion is now the territory of the sun thief, if we people go there, will we still have a way to survive?
Our accent can't be changed. If those people hear it, it's hard to say whether our lives will be spared.

Besides, what does Peking Mansion have to do with us?It's not the territory of Ming Dynasty now, we can't control whether the people there are dead or alive! "

"You bastard, what bullshit you're talking about!"

Wu Youxing was angry and cursed: "As a doctor, the most important thing is to have the mind to help the world, if you are not a good look, you can be a good doctor.

That's it for this matter, if you talk nonsense again, don't call me daddy in the future! "

After a few words, Wu Youxing walked into the house without looking back.

Although he is not one of those gentry scholars, Wu Youxing's family background is relatively well-off.

Some of my ancestors were high-ranking officials, but they have gradually faded away in recent years, and they have never won a Jinshi again, but their family background is here.

There are three sons and one daughter.

The eldest is Wu Yanghao, who is in his 20s now.

When he got home, he told his wife about it.

His wife also knew what kind of person he was, so she didn't stop him too much.

After saying some words of advice, he wore an apron and entered the kitchen.

I have been busy for several days in a row, preparing dry food for Wu Youxing on the road.

It's just some dried rice balls, or some pickles.

In this cold weather, there are only these things.

In the early morning three days later, Wu Youxing set foot on the road with Wu Yanghao and the entourage recruited in the past few days.

When parting, his wife kept saying parting words.

Now it's different from the past, no one knows what's going on in the northern part of the Ming Dynasty.

It is very likely that this trip will never come back. In the ancient times when transportation was underdeveloped and communication was difficult, parting was a very painful thing.

He wears the stars and wears the moon, and he has a bit of Li Shizhen's tenacity.

Across the Yangtze River, across the plains, and unswervingly headed for Beiping Mansion.

……

The military camp outside the Imperial Palace of Beiping Mansion was divided into several areas by the old Chinese doctor Zhang Runde.

Mild disease area, severe disease area, near-death area, and corpse storage area.

Each area is separated by a high wall, and no one is allowed to enter or exit at will.

Classify according to the severity of the disease, this is the theory put forward by Sun Jie before.

A long time ago, Sun Jie bought a large number of medical books from Modern Times and handed them over to Daqin Medical College.

Many of the things he is doing now are based on the medical books that Sun Jie bought.

The smell of disinfectant in the air is getting stronger and stronger. Fortunately, it is winter now. If it is summer, I am afraid it will be unstoppable.

There are two more days until the New Year, and there is no New Year's weather in Beiping Mansion.

In a ward in the mild disease area, Zhang Runde was sitting next to a teenager.

Wearing the anti-epidemic suit that Sun Jie bought from Hyundai, he looked like a white bear.

The patients in the ward were used to this, and they were not surprised or screamed.

Looking at the boy lying on the bed, he said a few words of comfort.

Then he took out a thermometer from the medicine box behind him and put it under the boy's armpit.

The boy didn't know what this was for, he only knew that he had a way out.

Those cloudy eyes were full of longing for life.

When he was very young, he once heard his grandpa say it.

When the plague breaks out, there will be patches of dead people, there is no way to stop it, and the disaster relief personnel sent by the imperial court will avoid it.

In some local governments, in order to prevent the upper body from being caught on fire, all the sick people were directly gathered together, and then set on fire and burned to death.

After the young man got sick, he thought that his own life would not last long. He would die in a street like the story his grandfather told, or he would die in a cold home like his parents.

His parents also left during the epidemic, and he was the only one left in the family.

He watched helplessly as the anti-epidemic soldiers carried out his parents' bodies and locked him at home again.

Except for the fact that someone will deliver food every day, it is almost impossible to leave home for half a step.

That night, he felt cold all over his body. He turned out all the clothes and all the bedding that he could wear at home, and covered himself.

But even so, he still couldn't resist the cold chill.

While trembling, his consciousness gradually blurred, and he saw his parents who had passed away.

Just when his consciousness was about to dissipate, a pair of big hands pulled him back from the gate of hell.

When he woke up, he was here.

Before he could recall everything, Zhang Runde took out the thermometer from his armpit.

Looking at the reading above, Zhang Runde breathed a sigh of relief.

After disinfecting the thermometer, it was repacked into the medicine box.

Immediately afterwards, another streptomycin and a disposable syringe were taken out.

Streptomycin is one of the special drugs against plague. In ancient times when there was no drug resistance, the drug was surprisingly effective.

Zhang Runde sucked up the liquid medicine carefully, and then let out the gas.

Sun Jie had already taught Zhang Runde and others about modern injection medicine and its use a long time ago.

However, due to its limitations, it was not promoted and only concentrated in Chang'an City.

The injections in Daqin Medical College, as well as various modern medicines, are very small.

Unlike traditional Chinese medicine, these medicines have very strict storage time and storage environment.

If there is something wrong, the medicine will be denatured.

When Sun Jie established the medical school, he taught Zhang Runde and other highly skilled doctors the use and ratio of modern medicines.

Therefore, Zhang Runde is now giving the boy a dose of streptomycin injection, which can be called a familiarity.

These streptomycins were also purchased by Sun Jie after the epidemic began.

After the injection, Zhang Runde went on to treat the next one.

Seeing Zhang Runde leaving, the boy stopped him.

"gentlemen!"

The sound was like a mosquito, very faint.

It wasn't the first time he had received an injection, and he didn't panic too much.

He was more worried about the price of diagnosis and treatment.

From ancient times to the present, seeing a doctor has cost money.

The young man was afraid that he would not be able to afford the medical treatment.

"What's the matter?!"

Zhang Runde turned around and looked at the boy.

"Sir, can you use less medicine? I think I'm much better now, and I'm afraid I won't be able to afford the money!" The young man looked at Zhang Runde cautiously.

He wants to live, but is afraid that he has no money.

Zhang Runde smiled and said, "Good boy, don't be afraid. His Majesty issued an order a few days ago that all patients receive free medical treatment.

From the time you received diagnosis and treatment until you were cured, the medical expenses, accommodation expenses, and food expenses incurred during the period were all covered by the imperial court! "

The boy was a little dazed, he couldn't believe what he heard.

Has there been such a thing for thousands of years?
He rubbed his ears, with a look of panic on his face, "Sir, is this true? You won't lie to me, will you?!"

There are quite a few sick people in the entire Beiping Prefecture.

Adding up these people, the daily food expenses are a large number, not to mention the treatment expenses caused by the epidemic.

Adding up all kinds of miscellaneous things, the number is unimaginably large.

Back in Daming, those officials had already burned incense and worshiped Buddha before they came to collect taxes. How dare they ask for free medical treatment?

Those officials of the Ming Dynasty wished to exploit them to death, wished to squeeze the last drop of fat from them, how could they care about their lives?

To put it bluntly, these people are just untouchables living in the mud, whether they are dead or alive, what does it matter to those high-ranking officials?
No way, their lives are not as good as those medicinal materials.

He is just a pariah like a pig and a dog. It is already a great grace to collect a little less tax. How dare he ask for anything else?
(End of this chapter)