I'm not a genius in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 221 Little Mistress, Where Are You Going?
He and Mr. Sun Simiao have been working day and night these days, isn't it just for this?

His knowledge, coupled with the experience of Mr. Sun Simiao, finally blossomed and borne fruit, making this plague, which everyone talked about and turned pale, no longer so terrible.

The most important thing about this change is not more effective, but cheaper, so cheap that everyone can afford it.This is the meaning of his doing all this, he suddenly felt that this kind of change feels good, it is not inferior to his own exploration and progress in martial arts, it's great!
"You can take it everywhere, but it's worth nothing?"

The two old men opened their mouths in disbelief, and grabbed Wang Zi'an's arm in a snap.

"Aren't you kidding us? Such medicine is worth nothing?"

"Yes, it's worth nothing. If you like, we can make some more on the spot."

Wang Zi'an looked at the two old men with a sense of accomplishment, not to mention, the two old men stood together, it was really a special sense of joy, the contrast was bursting with cuteness.

"Do it! What do you say, what do we do!"

The two old men immediately rolled up their sleeves and were ready to fight.Wang Zi'an couldn't tease them anymore, so he smiled and waved his hands.

"It's not responsible to make this stuff, you just sit here and watch, let them do it themselves."

Wang Zi'an said, pointing to the patients who had happily surrounded him, and said to the two old men.The two old men suddenly felt that the whole person was not well. Such a terrible plague, these ordinary patients can handle it by themselves?
Young man, although your medicine is miraculous, do you want to be so exaggerated?

Ever since the two old doctors proved that his plague was indeed healed, Wang Zi'an's prestige among this group of people has begun to rise infinitely.There is no need for the arrangement of the guy who leads the way. With a word from Wang Zi'an, the big guys hurled away to pull out the stinky wormwood and dandelions, and even the fat and thin old men who were confused and followed out suspiciously.

After a while, everyone came over with a large bundle.Wang Zi'an asked the young man who led the way to the kitchen to borrow a large iron pot, a few buckets, and a catty of shochu.Then set up the stove on the spot and start to boil the soup.In fact, it is to wash a large bundle of dandelions and throw them into the pot...

As for the juice of Artemisia annua, it actually needs some tools, but at this time, in order to achieve the effect, Wang Zi'an simply picked it up and did it by hand.Lift the stinky wormwood upside down, and pour it with your hands, the juice of the stinky wormwood will fall into the bucket smoothly, and it will be cleaner than the one squeezed with tools, without any debris.

It's so cool to have internal strength!
Seeing this, Fangzheng and Zhang Chao also carried a bucket by themselves, imitating Wang Zi'an's example, and forced the juice out with internal strength.Swipe, brush, and the efficiency is quite high.

"You guys don't have the skills. When squeezing the stinky wormwood juice, you can use some tools. If it doesn't work, it will work if you smash it directly with something..."

Wang Zi'an intentionally spread this thing out, so that these people could gather around and explain and demonstrate it carefully while making it.In fact, the trick to this thing is still in the purification. Wang Zi'an and Sun Simiao studied it for a few days, and found that the effect of refining it with alcohol is better.Without alcohol, high-alcohol shochu is almost doable, but the effect is not as good.But Artemisia stinky is abundant, if the effect is poor, drink more...

As Wang Zi'an was talking, he suddenly felt an itchy back, and couldn't help scratching it a few times with his backhand.Seeing that Wang Zi'an wanted to pass on this life-saving trick to himself, everyone learned it very seriously, lest they forget a detail.A few years later, all the doctors who extract the stinky Artemisia juice will stretch out their hands in the middle and scratch their backs. It is said that the "artemisinin" boiled in this way has the best effect and the most authentic taste...

"If you have a disease, you can treat it, if you don't have a disease, you can prevent it. If you have a cold, a runny nose or something, you can drink a bowl..."

Wang Zi'an felt that he wanted to sell rat medicine at the market in his previous life.If those old friends from the previous life saw me squatting on the ground and yelling like this, would they burst out laughing?
In the past, when he thought of these things, he felt a little inexplicably lost and sad, but this time, he felt a kind of indifference as if he had passed away, like relishing an old wine, with a hint of nostalgia in the spicy.

The operation of this thing is really not complicated. Wang Zi'an explained it carefully, and even demonstrated it himself. After a round of doing it, you can basically get started.Anyway, it’s antibiotics, use more and use less—for this era, it really doesn’t matter so much, as long as you can survive...

"Let's go, take me to see your Grand Commander—"

Wang Zi'an saw that everyone had learned almost everything, so he stood up and gave orders to the young man who was leading the way.Since it’s me if the mountain doesn’t come, then I’ll go to the mountain!
If the mountain is still a road, then move the mountain down.

Wang Zi'an looked resolute, and drifted away, Fangzheng quickly followed, Zhang Chao turned around and put the child in his wife's arms, hugged his wife gently, then lowered his head and rubbed the child's face.

"Just wait here, I will come as soon as I go!"

"Husband, be careful—"

Last night in the tent, Wang Zi'an's fight with Zhang Yansheng had spread like wildfire.When these people were collecting stinky Artemisia just now, they also got wind.Therefore, everyone knows the risk of the prince going away.Seeing that Zhang Chao was about to follow, Zhang Chao's wife couldn't help admonishing him with some worry, but she didn't stop her.

After many years of husband and wife, she knows that her husband promises a thousand gold and is a real great husband in the world. She can't stop her, and she can't stop him. If she stops him, is he still the strange man she admires?
"Wang Zi'an, you are a big liar!"

On the other side of the Huai River.

Holding the letter that Wang Zi'an left for herself, Yang Cai'er almost went crazy.Last night, according to Wang Zi'an's order, Yang Cai'er honestly waited by the river all night, waiting to meet Wang Zi'an.I thought he would come back the same night when he returned, but Ji Cai and others delivered the letter Wang Zi'an left last night early this morning, telling him that it might take two days to come back, let her wait with peace of mind, rest assured Don't be impatient...

Wang Zi'an, don't worry about your size!

Yang Cai'er was about to leave the camp immediately, ready to seize a small boat and go find the big liar Wang Zi'an.Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped out of the tent, he heard an extremely unscrupulous voice.

"Little teacher, where are you going?"

Yang Cai'er raised her head inexplicably, only to see a guy with a hippie smile appearing in her eyes.

Li Chunfeng!
"Little teacher—"

This fellow drew a long tone and was looking at himself jokingly.Yang Cai'er's face turned red all of a sudden, but there was an inexplicable joy in her heart.She raised her powder fist in a pretentious gesture.

"If you dare to bark again, be careful of your skin—"

(End of this chapter)