No one can disturb my retirement life in the Red Mansion

"What's good about that? I just thought that after so many years of chaos, we finally have a little hope of prosperity now, so I should do good deeds for my descendants." Ou Mengmeng waved her hands. At this time, no one would believe anything she said, but no one would object to saying that she would do good deeds for her descendants. This is what the old ladies would say, "Now, I feel that there are still too few things to learn. Have you heard that the fifth brother came back and told me that the boys in the National Medical Hall have to pay a lot of money to buy the textbooks in our school. See, why I support printing books so much? It's because there are too few books and too many people who want to read."

Ou Mengmeng was busy changing the topic. She also felt that since they were running a medical school, they couldn't just let go of the great doctors of the time. What if they had a legacy? It didn't matter if they had a legacy or not. If they advertised that they had a descendant of a Chinese family, wouldn't their status be raised immediately?
The second is a love for talent, Hua Tuo's heritage! No matter how much can be passed down, at least he is not far away, and his descendants can still remember him. It is better than not being able to find him when peace comes and they want to look for him.

The third is to buy horse bones with a huge sum of money, to let people know that Dongwu is eager to recruit talents, and those who have offended Cao Cao and Liu Bei can come to Jiangdong. We are not afraid!
Of course, there is no need to tell Zhang Zhongjing about this. Just let him know that you are kind.

"You are absolutely right. Yes, I also received a copy of those teaching plans and studied them word by word. These great doctors are truly like parents to their patients. Every word they say is full of compassion." Zhang Zhongjing smiled, thought about it and nodded, "Doctors should see more patients and read more cases. But no one can read all the cases in the world. You encourage all the great people to write books. Even a humble minister like me has learned a lot. Therefore, it is still a great blessing for the world that you make paper and print books."

"I didn't ask you to praise me!" Although Ou Mengmeng was not very shameless, she really didn't dare to take all the credit. Papermaking and printing were not her inventions. She just felt that this was the world of literature, and she didn't have to bear the consequences of her actions. But she was still embarrassed when someone brought it up like this. She waved her hand.

"Paper is the carrier of knowledge. I don't have much ability, but I still want to help those of you who have ability." Ou Mengmeng smiled and asked someone to get some paper and handed it to Fan Da. "You are young, don't listen to us old people bragging, learn more, read more, and remember more while you are young, especially write down the medical records of Liu Qi and Liu Bei this time, what kind of pulse condition, what medicine you gave, what needle you used, and then how the pulse condition was, right or wrong, write it all down, if you don't want to show it to others, just keep it for yourself, a good memory is not as good as a bad pen, look back and see similar things, flip through the previous records, this way you can avoid many detours. Don't think you can remember everything, in fact, you really can't remember."

Fan Da was a little stunned. Looking at the slightly yellowed but very smooth paper in his hand, he felt a little reluctant to start. Using this to record the pulse cases of Liu Qi and Liu Bei, the old lady wanted him to pay attention to accumulation like his master. However, before, they could only record on bamboo slips, which was not only troublesome but also difficult to preserve. Now with such paper, everything seems to be possible. He doesn't like to talk much, but just kneels down honestly and bows to Ou Mengmeng.

"What a kid." Ou Mengmeng smiled, thinking that this student was not bad. Think about it, what is his name? Fan Da! This should not be his real name, but at this time, the household registration is not as strict as before. If you reveal your birthplace, it is like Tang Monk's journey to the West, and the certificate of ordination is stamped along the way. At this time, if you don't want to say it, you can really hide your name. However, seeing him holding the paper with care, Ou Mengmeng suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Isn't that right? Hua Tuo doesn't have paper?"

Zhang Zhongjing and Fan Da were stunned. What was Wu Guotai doing? Why did she say Hua Tuo didn't have any paper?
Ou Mengmeng waved her hand. She took the paper from Fan Da with a look of love on her face. She knew what he was thinking, but immediately, she thought that she was still too presumptuous. Hua Tuo died in 208 AD. At that time, she had not come yet. There was no improvement in the paper for writing. At that time, the mainstream was still letters. Important letters were written on silk cloth. Zhang Zhongjing was an official. His previous books were written on letters. And at that time, his letters were in several large boxes, with cloth strips wrapped underneath and summaries written on them.

So she suddenly thought of what Zhang Zhongjing had just said, Hua Tuo passed his "Qing Nang Jing" to the jailer, and then the jailer was afraid and burned the book. Ou Mengmeng brought the paper book in at that time! But when she saw Fan Da, she thought that Hua Tuo's book must also be bamboo slips, and it must be impossible to bring it into the prison. Then, he could only write a note to tell the jailer where the book was hidden. Instead of giving the jailer a letter.

"You mean, the letters are still where they were hidden, and what the jailer burned was only the place where the books were hidden?" Zhang Zhongjing was excited.

Hua Tuo was forced to treat Cao Cao, and everyone in the world knew Cao Cao's character. He would rather betray the world than be betrayed by the world. So when he went to treat Cao Cao, was he determined to die? Then, would his books have been settled long ago? But in this case, he knew that he was going to die, so why didn't he tell his confidants in advance, but waited in prison to tell the jailer?
"Is there a possibility that Doctor Hua wrote the Qing Nang Jing in prison?" Fan Da hesitated for a moment and said to the two.

"Yes, but I still believe in time. Do you know how long it took Hua Tuo to be caught and killed? Why don't you ask Lord Zhang how many years it took to write the book. Of course, it is not ruled out that Doctor Hua is a genius, but, he was thinking while writing, without any information to check, is this a medical book or a suicide note?" Ou Mengmeng tilted her head and looked at Fan Da.

It's not that she doesn't believe that someone can write a book in prison for decades. There are many biographies abroad. But other people's prisons have libraries and some provide writing environments. Given Cao Aman's personality, she really thinks this is possible, but if it is true, the value is not high.

"So we still have to check. I believe that Doctor Hua must have notes. Regardless of whether we can find the Qing Nang Jing, the notes he used to treat patients are either in the hands of Hua's family or in Prime Minister Cao's residence." Zhang Zhongjing nodded. Now he no longer counted on the book, but instead hoped for the medical records recorded by Hua Tuo.

If they arrested him, their property would be gone, so where would he put his bamboo slips? Either in his home during the search, or in the Prime Minister's residence. Hua Tuo's crime was a bit serious, so who would dare to hide those things? Especially for medical records, they would be sent to the Prime Minister's residence. Cao Cao would decide whether to keep or discard these things. But this was not something that was bad to keep, so how did the rumor spread that the Qing Nang Jing was destroyed by the cowardly jailer? (End of this chapter)