Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 48 Masks
It couldn't be simpler to mix charcoal powder with loess.

The city of Chang'an is located on the Loess Plateau, and the ground is covered with loess.

Add some sawdust ash to support the combustion, have you forgotten what Fan's Woodworking Workshop is for?

The problem of spices is not a problem at all. The tooth incense in Xiangfang is already added with spices, so it can be used when you take it, but it depends on whether Fan Zheng is willing to add it.

Of course, adding spices can increase the value of animal charcoal, but the investment return ratio is not so impressive.

Fan Zheng gritted his teeth and pondered for a long time, but decided to make ordinary animal charcoal, fragrant beast... reluctantly gave up.

The capacity of the high-end market is limited, Fan Zheng doesn't know what fragrances the nobles like, and it is even more impossible to rashly break into the market that they have divided.

The competition for the high-end market does not end with one fight. Every year, one or two unidentified corpses will float out of the Longshou Xiqu.

On the other hand, the low-end market can accommodate almost unlimited quantities, otherwise the charcoal shopkeeper in Heyang couldn't let Fan Zheng grab food.

In its heyday, Chang'an had a population of one million. Even if not all of them were in Chang'an city, there were quite a few people in various townships and Ji counties, but there were 80 in the city.

The population of the Zhenguan Year is a little less, how could it be 60?
With such a large population, a piece of animal charcoal for a family is an astronomical figure.

In July, the weather is gradually turning cold.

This idiom comes from the "Book of Songs", and its original meaning refers to the sinking of the Antares star, the summer goes to autumn, and the climate becomes cooler.

But in later generations, because of the Gregorian calendar, many people instinctively think that it refers to the extreme heat in July of the Gregorian calendar.

I can't say whether it is wrong or not, but it is just a change that conforms to the times.

It was colder, but the women, middle-aged men, and even a few young men in Gema cardigans were still sweating profusely, and the Gebu was sticking to their skin, which made them feel really uncomfortable.

Stirring the loess and the charcoal powder with water, and then placing them in the corresponding molds to wait for the shade to dry, is a very labor-intensive task, and it is inevitable to be tired.

But tiredness is a trivial matter, the key is Fan Zheng's mandatory requirement that everyone who enters the Beast Charcoal Workshop must wear a mask that covers the mouth and nose, as breathing will inevitably be difficult and stuffy.

The couple couldn't bear the suffocation, so they took off the simple masks covering their mouths and noses, and Fan Zheng immediately beat him with a jujube stick: "Don't tell me you can get out of the animal charcoal workshop and never come back!" Damn, this workshop is working hard to design this mask for you, is it for fun?"

"Those powders enter the body through the mouth and nose, turning you into tuberculosis ghosts. Is it to prevent thieves at night if you say a word and cough?"

"Come out to do the work, and the money you earn is not enough for the medicine. What are you planning?"

"I can't bear the suffocation, even if you sneak out of the workshop and take off your mask to breathe, I will admit it, dare not wear a mask!"

The stick technique was still poor, but the couple didn't dare to fight back. They just quickly put on their masks and carried them on their shoulders a few times.

The flesh-faced man kept admitting his mistakes, promising not to take off his mask in the animal charcoal workshop even if he was strangled to death.

It hurt a little bit, but the scolding was justified.

Even if you don't talk about Fan Zheng's official status and office, and don't talk about the identity of the owner of the Beast Charcoal Workshop, you still have to listen to the good words.

Don't hold back, when you go home to wash the mask, you can't see how dark the water in the basin is, and you can wash it clean with plant ash and bath beans!
Bath beans were a popular washing product at this time. Sun Simiao's "Qian Jin Yi Fang" mentioned that from nobles to traffickers, they were all necessities of life.

Even the kind-hearted Taoist master recorded several recipes of bath beans in "Qian Jin Fang" and "Qian Jin Yi Fang", hoping that the general public can learn to make them by themselves and reduce some living expenses.

Compassionate and merciful as Sun Simiao, he can really be called a saint, but the title of "King of Medicine" can't fully show his compassion.

How far is compassion?
When he was dying, he ordered the descendants to have a thin burial, not to burn paper to bind the yin utensils, and not to slaughter livestock during sacrifices.

In that era of extreme belief in ghosts and gods, few people were as enlightened as Sun Simiao.

Of course, there are different grades of bath beans. Common people use the basic version, while nobles use the scented version and pearl powder version. The price difference can make people eyeballs.

There was applause from the gate of the Beast Charcoal Workshop.

Jiang Fuling, the doctor of Taichang Temple's Imperial Medical Office, clapped his hands lightly with a smile in his eyes, obviously agreeing with Fan Zheng's words.

"Don't think that Jiang Shilang is scaring you. If you have relatives and friends in the coal mine, ask those coal mines how many people became tuberculosis ghosts and died in the end."

I’m really not trying to intimidate those who dig coal, their teeth are still white after they get out of the mine, and if they don’t wash their bodies, they will turn black. After a few years, coughing and illness are inevitable.

Therefore, the charcoal mines that are more benevolent and righteous are dug with captives and slaves. Anyway, the price of Kunlun slaves is not too expensive.

However, there are also local people who, in order to support their families, have to dig coal, and after a few years, they follow the old path of others.

It's not that medicine can't cure it, it's that they simply can't afford the more expensive medicinal materials, so they simply gave up the treatment.

Then, their children and grandchildren walked on the path of their ancestors again, and their children and grandchildren are endless.

Fan Zheng walked out of the animal charcoal workshop, took off his mask, and slapped it vigorously.

Don't look at the aggressiveness when beating someone, in fact, Fan Zheng is not willing to wear this thing, what he breathes is the hot and humid air, which is quite uncomfortable, but life is important!

"What's the matter with the doctor?"

Fan Zheng was straightforward.

They are all straightforward, there is no need to go around in circles, otherwise, with the art of Chinese language, it is not difficult to speak without knowing what they are talking about for a day.

Jiang Fuling raised her chest and put her hands behind her back: "My official, I am going to be a doctor from the ninth rank, and I want to be promoted to a medical supervisor from the eighth rank. The seven doctors are not willing to back down, so I ask for help."

Doctors and medical supervisors are separated by a door, but the difference in treatment is huge.

Eight medical supervisors and four medical supervisors are the standard configuration of the imperial medical office. It is rare to vacate the position of a medical supervisor, so naturally there is competition.

If the imperial doctor's order talked about human relations, things would be much easier to handle.

When it comes to medical skills, heh heh, who will obey whom?
Feng Yizhi finally came up with an idea, whoever can make meritorious service in the near future will be promoted based on meritorious service.

fair right?
But right now there is no epidemic, no war, and not too many people will be injured, so what can Jiang Fuling do?
It was Xiang Ligan's tip-off that made her discover the bright spot.

Masks should be very promising.

How could Jiang Fuling do such a thing by calling it a thief without telling him? Of course, he talked to Fan Zheng face to face.

Masks should be used as Jiang Fuling's entry step. Jiang Fuling's compensation is that Jiang's medicine store will never be in short supply of Dunhuafang's medicinal materials, and will definitely send medical workers to help Dunhuafang when it is needed.

Fan Zheng shook his head: "Yizheng is a friend. Friends should help each other. Just report to Yizheng. If someone asks, I will only say that it is a mask made by Yizheng."

Jiang Fuling was a little shy, but had to accept Fan Zheng's kindness for the sake of her future.

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