Heroines: Opening Dialogue with Wu Zetian

Chapter 40 (Thanks to Meow Xiaoyu for the reward) Inheritance and development of traditional Chinese medicine
Su Qingyue sighed and said, "Da Ming's demise cannot be entirely blamed on you."

Hearing this, Chongzhen raised his head and looked at Su Qingyue in surprise.

"In the first year of Chongzhen, the sky in Shaanxi was as red as blood. Five years of famine, six years of floods, seven years of autumn locusts and famine, eight years of drought in Xixiang, floods in Lueyang, and no houses. Nine years of drought For locusts, there will be no autumn crops in ten years, and locusts will cover the sky in summer in 11 years!"

"In the 13th year of Chongzhen, there was a wilderness in the north and the south...the dead abandoned their children, and the Yinghe blocked the road."

"In the 14th year of Chongzhen, there was no rain in spring, the locusts ate all the wheat, the plague was rampant, and five or six out of ten people died, and the age was fierce!"

"In the 16th year of the Chongzhen epidemic, the sick vomited blood like a watermelon and died immediately."

"In the 17th year of Chongzhen, there was a great plague in the capital, death was everywhere, ten rooms were empty, and even households were extinct, and no one restrained them."

"Since His Majesty ascended the throne, the disasters in this world have never ceased. Drought, flood, locust plague, plague..."

"How can the death of Ming Dynasty be solely blamed on His Majesty?"

"It turns out that this is God's will! This is God's will! I have no virtue and angered God!"

Chongzhen stood up, shouted loudly, and burst into tears.

Su Qingyue: "Wrong! This is not God's will! It is not to anger God! This is a change in the climate and environment, and later generations will call it the Little Ice Age!"

Chongzhen: "Little Ice Age?"

"That's right! During the Little Ice Age, it was extremely cold in the north, and snow fell in the south. Countless people died of frostbite, food production was reduced, and plagues were rampant!"

"At the same time, Houjin's pastures can't grow grass, so they go south to plunder the border of Ming Dynasty all the year round!"

"Plus……"

Su Qingyue looked at Chongzhen, and said: "In addition, the imperial court is unable to provide disaster relief, the war is defeated, and they continue to collect taxes from the people! Three more rates are imposed! So! The people have to rebel!"

Hearing this, Chongzhen showed a sad look on his face, then took off his dragon robe and crown.

……

"Look! Emperor Chongzhen has white hair! He should only be 33 years old now!"

"The clothes he's wearing underneath are still patched? This is the majestic king of the Ming Dynasty! How frugal is he?"

"According to historical records, Chongzhen worked very hard, working for about seven or eight hours a day, which is about [-] to [-] hours of our current time!"

"Sigh, such a diligent emperor, it's a pity to take over such a mess!"

"Sadly!"

……

"Girl, thank you for telling me this, dare to ask, what will happen to the world after I die?"

"The world..."

Su Qingyue was silent for a long time, and said: "The world finally let the Houjin people sit!"

"What? How could this be? What about Li Zicheng, the intruder?"

"Li Zicheng only stayed in the capital for 42 days before he was defeated in Shanhaiguan!"

Chongzhen clenched his fists, his eyes were red.

"Unexpectedly, my Han family would fall into the hands of the Houjin people!"

Su Qingyue bowed her hands and saluted: "Your Majesty! Why don't you disguise yourself, the little girl is willing to send His Majesty to the south of the Yangtze River, and it's unknown if she will make a comeback?"

Chongzhen shook his head with a wry smile.

……

"How could this be? Why is Chongzhen unwilling to leave?"

"Miss, you must change history! I want a beautiful parallel time and space!"

"Why don't you go? Go!"

"As long as Chongzhen is still alive and the ruler of the world, Nanming will not perish so soon!"

……

A history forum.

"Everyone, if Chongzhen really goes south, will history change, and will Daming come back?"

"I think it's possible, because the south is very rich and has a large population, so we can deploy troops to fight back!"

"I don't think so. Even if Chongzhen went to the south, he would be held hostage by the generals who held the military power. He would probably be a puppet like Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty!"

"Who knows? History won't change!"

"I don't think it's useless to live on for a while! Chongzhen doesn't know how to make money at all! If the court doesn't have money, who would work for you?"

"Chongzhen is very contradictory! Call him weak, he can kill generals at any time! Call him tough, and dare not ask for money from civil servants!"

"That's right, Chongzhen had no money all the time, but when Li Zicheng came to Beijing, he plundered a huge amount of money from those civil servants!"

……

Seeing Chongzhen's appearance, Su Qingyue frowned and said, "Why?"

"To be a hero in life, to be a hero in death! To this day, I miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong!"

After Chongzhen finished reading the poem, he looked at Su Qingyue.

"I used to think that Xiang Yu should not kill himself, but should cross the river! But now, I can understand him!"

"As the Son of Heaven! How can I just drag on my life!"

"As the Son of Heaven, how could he abandon the city and run away, just sitting idly by the people of the capital!"

"As the son of heaven, you should guard the gate of the country and die for the country!"

"The Son of Heaven must die like a Son of Heaven!"

Su Qingyue was slightly stunned, feeling a kind of domineering arrogance from Chongzhen's body.

At this moment, she had a deeper understanding of the phrase "the emperor guards the gate of the country, and the king dies in the country".

Su Qingyue nodded, quietly exited, and came to Tan Yunxian's side.

In the picture, Emperor Chongzhen is hanging on the old locust tree with crooked neck, dangling constantly...

Tan Yunxian sighed, and said: "It's hard for a doctor to heal himself. This Ming Dynasty is already terminally ill, and it's hard to heal."

Su Qingyue waved lightly, and returned to Tan Yunxian's clinic, then took out her tablet computer, clicked on an e-book and handed it to Tan Yunxian.

"Talking about seniors, this is a photocopy of "On Epidemic Epidemics" written by Mr. Wu Youke."

Tan Yunxian took the tablet, flipped through it silently, and kept nodding.

"Bringing out the old and bringing forth the new, very insightful!"

"That's right, on the basis of the Shanghan School, Mr. Wu Youke introduced the old and brought forth the new, and founded the Febrile Disease School. This is the inheritance and development of our Huaxia Medicine!"

"Shanghan faction and febrile disease faction are never in opposition, but complement each other and combine each other!"

"And I also want to tell those who don't know Chinese medicine that Chinese medicine is not static! It is constantly inheriting and developing!"

"Learning Chinese medicine can't swallow jujubes wholeheartedly, just use them! Instead, you must constantly use new technologies to inject vitality into Chinese medicine!"

……

A Xinglin forum.

"Okay! Traditional Chinese medicine is not old fashioned! It has been improving and developing all the time!"

"What the host said is great! The typhoid and febrile diseases complement each other, and it is our descendants who insist on making the two confront each other!"

"That's right! Just learning "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" is easy to get involved in roughness, and only learning warmth is easy to get involved in frivolity. Roughness often leads to debts, and frivolity often becomes perfunctory."

"This is like Einstein's "Theory of Relativity", which is developed on the basis of Newton's mechanics. In essence, it is not to overthrow Newton, but to supplement it!"

"Yes! Febrile diseases and "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" belong to the same family, and they can both cure diseases. There is no need to favor each other, and there is no need to favor each other. Each should take its own strengths."

　Thanks to Miao Xiaoyu's trumpet la la la for the reward

　　
　
(End of this chapter)