The daily life of the science master's book-wearing group

Chapter 138 The Heavenly Immortal Comes to Earth
In the last life, Song Jianming's official career was not going well before King Su came to power. His daughters were all married to officials or merchants in Lingnan. It would be best if Song Yaxin, the eldest daughter, married Shen Baozhen's brother, Governor Shen. A descendant Shen Xin.

Later, Shen Xin made great contributions when King Su seized the throne, all the way to the position of the commander of the Eastern Navy, and Song Yaxin has always been regarded as a harmonious couple.

As for Song Qingyue, it never appeared in her memory at all. She vaguely remembered that the name of the third girl of the Song family was Qianqian...

In front of this beautiful woman with a calm expression seemed to appear out of thin air.

Could it be that the change in this life is because of the little girl in front of me?
Who is she?Is it really as simple as Song Jianming's daughter?

Meng Wanfeng suddenly said, "By the way, I haven't thanked you for taking me with you yet."

Song Qingyue said: "When I received the letter last night, I heard that something happened to the young master, so I thought of going to the Meng Mansion this morning to ask you if you plan to go too. If you go too, we will go together. There are soldiers from the royal residence here, at least it’s safer than going alone, Baoding may still be in chaos.”

Meng Wanfeng expressed his sincere thanks again.

Song Qingyue said, "Actually, I came to visit with you on business."

"Tell me, if I can do it, I will do my best." Meng Wanfeng promised.

"I don't know if you have heard, but in Baoding, the generals of Daningwei were wiped out all at once. Now my family's heir and young master have to take over Daningwei temporarily, and they will definitely not be able to return to the capital in a short time. , I guess I will have to stay in Baoding for half a year. As for the disaster relief work, my father's household department has already sent people there. I thought, maybe the two of us can do something to help."

Meng Wanfeng looked at Song Qingyue suspiciously: "Disaster relief? How do you want to help? Donate money?"

Song Qingyue took out a booklet from a small sheepskin bag that was slung across her body: "Look, this is what I can think of for the time being."

Meng Wanfeng looked at Song Qingyue's messenger bag, thinking that it was pretty and convenient, then lowered her head, and saw that there were lines written horizontally from left to right in the booklet:

"One, the medical team
[-]. Cisterns, water purifiers, excrement and urine collection

Three, work for relief and work for punishment (road construction, cement factory, briquette factory, brick factory, soap factory)”

This way of writing is really weird. Meng Wanfeng glanced at Song Qingyue with a complicated expression, pointed to the first line and said, "I can barely understand this. After all, the riot has just passed, and there must be many wounded. What about the rest? Is there anything I can do to help?"

Song Qingyue clicked on the soap factory and said, "For the second and third items, only this soap factory needs Ms. Meng's help, but we need to build a medical team first. I wonder if Ms. Meng has tried to suture wounds?"

Unexpectedly, Meng Wanfeng really nodded: "I tried it before, but if it is sutured, the wound is still prone to infection and festering."

Song Qingyue said: "I have something for you here, which can reduce the infection rate of the wound."

She bent down and pulled out the drawer under the seat, took out a small box, opened it, showed the hook-shaped steel needle to Meng Wanfeng, and took out a palm-sized porcelain bottle, peeled off the sealing wax, pulled out the cork, and put it in the box. Went to Meng Wanfeng's nose and gave her a sniff.

Meng Wanfeng was so stimulated that she immediately leaned back and covered her nose: "What is this? Wine?"

Song Qingyue nodded and said, "High-concentration wine is much higher than Fenjiu and Qiulubai. Using this to clean wounds can greatly reduce the infection rate."

Of course, it would be even better if she could make penicillin, but unfortunately that thing is really not within the scope of Song Qingyue's knowledge reserve.

"The steel needles and white mulberry thread used to suture the wound have been boiled in boiling water in advance, stored in alcohol, and can be used directly when picked up. And your hands, before suturing the wound, you should also use this high concentration Alcohol rinse. Before I came, I prepared 1000 or two hundred bottles of such high-strength alcohol. I also brought the utensils for preparing alcohol, and we can make more after we pass, so you can use it without worry.”

Meng Wanfeng looked at Song Qingyue inexplicably: "This wine...isn't it cheap?"

Food prices are not low now, so if we want to produce so much high-concentration wine, the price will naturally not be low.

Song Qingyue smiled slightly: "Brewing with sweet potatoes and potatoes, the cost is not bad, but the accounts are all kept in mind. The accounts of army soldiers are calculated with the Ministry of War. If they are civilians, I plan to set up a few more factories in Baoding and let them go to work to pay off debts." That’s it, anyway, this year’s spring plowing is delayed.”

The land in the north can only be planted for one season, and the spring plowing is missed. This year, we can only wait for the disaster relief food from the imperial court. He even became a refugee and begged for food when disaster relief was unfavorable.

The Daningwei garrison camp is a hundred miles northwest of the Yamen of Baoding Prefecture.

After leaving the boundary of the capital, the scene outside the car window gradually became barren.

Outside the car was the repeated and rhythmic sound of horseshoes. Meng Wanfeng sat on the soft seat with spring cushions, feeling a little drowsy.Song Qingyue's mind was full of various plans, and she kept recording the omissions that she hadn't thought of before in the notepad she carried with her.

From time to time, ragged and hungry people would rush out from the bushes on the side of the road, stop in front of the convoy, and ask for food.

Song Qingyue asked Feng Jiu to take out a few large bags of cooking cakes prepared in advance, made of last year's stale flour mixed with cornmeal, and send them out along the way, so that the convoy moved slower and slower, like a man falling into a pile of ants Candy, more and more people are following around.

Meng Wanfeng woke up suddenly, and glanced out of the car window, seeing the guards of the palace, including Feng Qi and Feng Jiu, walking forward and handing out pancakes, she frowned, disapproving Looking at Song Qingyue anxiously, "Did you prepare it specially?"

Song Qingyue nodded, "Last night, I asked several dining rooms in the palace to work together for a whole night."

Meng Wanfeng said: "There is no end to saving people. Before we arrive at Daningwei, your pancakes will be almost finished."

Song Qingyue shrugged her shoulders indifferently, "Let's leave quickly after sending out. Everyone's life is not easy. If you can help one, you can save one. Most people live too hard, more difficult than you and me. Much worse. Don't you think?"

Meng Wanfeng looked at Song Qingyue and felt that she was weird. After a while, she asked, "Are you a reincarnation of a Bodhisattva?"

Song Qingyue jokingly said: "Ah, I am a celestial being who descended to the mortal world to cross the catastrophe."

Meng Wanfeng asked: "What is crossing the catastrophe?"

Song Qingyue explained solemnly: "That is to say, if a god wants to become a higher-level god, he has to come down to earth and experience disasters. If he can successfully survive the disaster, he will return to the sky and become a higher-level god. .”

"What if you can't successfully cross the tribulation?"

"A person who becomes a mortal again will fall into reincarnation again. It's not easy to be a fairy." Song Qingyue said nonsense seriously.

But soon, she saw Meng Wanfeng's serious eyes staring at her, and she felt that Meng Wanfeng seemed to take her words seriously?

"You...don't take it seriously? I just made up a story! Just kidding!"

However, Meng Wanfeng still looked at her suspiciously.

Sure enough, the big sacks of biscuits were distributed quickly.

The convoy no longer slowed down because of the hungry people, but started to speed up.

The frame is full of tall and burly guards with knives, and those hungry people dare not do anything to the convoy.

(End of this chapter)