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Chapter 278 You Shi's Pei Salvation End ([-])
Whether it is "public office" or "government government", these are some weird names.

There is no difference to the local people, they don't need to understand the meaning, they just need to know that everyone calls it that way.

If more people call it, and if it has been called for a long time, it will naturally become something that everyone knows.

For Mr. Changsang, these names have different meanings.

He didn't know that it was just a name copied from later generations, so he interpreted many traditional flavors from this era.

Hearing people say the word "Xianggongsuo", Mr. Changsang said in his heart: "I once heard Mozi talk about the world of honoring the virtuous, and he wanted to uphold justice and avoid personal grievances. The word "gong" must come from this."

"The place, the place. Try to read Zheng Boke's Duan Yuyan, and talk about Jiang's once said: Jiang's insatiable, it is better to do it early, if you don't make it grow, it is difficult to grow."

"The township office here is also a place for the people to gather righteousness and eliminate private grievances. Moreover, the people are insatiable. The township government is built with bricks and stones, which will make people's desires grow like vines, and they want to buy adobe thatch. The Mohist is utilitarian, and this name is very good."

He is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, so he is naturally not someone who has never read "Zuo Zhuan". reasonable.

Not to mention the word government, without him, even disciple Qin Huan can experience the taste of Kyushu.

The young people who traveled with him, although they didn't know the identity of Mr. Changsang along the way, saw that he was knowledgeable and wise, and he traveled all over the world. He had been to both Western Qin and Eastern Qi.

Or someone was curious and asked: "The elder is old and traveled to Kyushu again. I heard that the two masters who Shi Shi joined the Mohist family also traveled to Kyushu. Hasn't the elder seen it?"

This is the most inexplicable rumor in the market, Mr. Changsang has also heard it, and he has long been curious about it.

He traveled all over the world, practiced medicine everywhere, and made friends with famous people in the world, but he had never heard of the so-called Tang Han and Mr. Sai.

Faced with curiosity, he only said: "Those two people are like dragons, I have never seen them before, if I do, I will worship them as my teachers."

Everyone listened to a lot of what he said along the way, and knew his abilities. They didn't want such a person to be upset with those two people, and even admired or regretted them.

While talking, a group of people walked along a trampled path covered with gravel and sand to the most lively place in Jinteng Township.

When Qin Huan saw it for the first time, he couldn't help but praised: "What the restaurant businessman said is true, the bustling here is like a swarm of bees, you don't need to ask, you know where it is."

A row of brand-new red brick and tile houses stands in the center of the market, about ten feet long, separated by many small houses.

The tiles on it are neatly laid, and even if it rains, they will slide down along the tile grooves without water seepage.

Below it is a flat bluestone road, and the scars left by the raindrops falling from the tile eaves on the yellow sand between the bluestone gaps below can be seen faintly.

There is a wooden board next to it, and there are eight characters written on it, which is exactly "the rope saws the wood, and the water drips through the stone".

The characters used are common within the Mohist school. The characters for sawing, wood, water and stone are all commonly used characters. Qin Huan has also learned it in reading, so he recognizes it.

When I first saw this horoscope, I suddenly felt strange. Although it is not as amazing as Qing Yulan, it is still a rare good sentence.

Under the eaves is the rumored grass window, and the prophecy of "Land of Paradise" spreads everywhere. The dream of sealing the window with grass has already become a dream in many big cities north of the Huaihe River.

Outside the house on the farthest side, a reed mat was woven into a pergola, and there was a long queue there, and many people had pained expressions on their faces.

Under the awning, there is obviously a Mohist healer, dressed in a strange but acceptable "Witch's" robe, which is all white, and it looks like it is also made of ghost cloth cotton, which is a specialty of Peiyi.

Mr. Chang Sang has practiced medicine all the year round, and he only glanced at the people queuing up, and he knew that these people must be patients, helping the old and the young, gathered here.

Looking at the Mohist doctors in witch robes sitting under the arbor, Mr. Chang Sang was not surprised that there were women sitting inside.

Most of the women in Chu are witches, regardless of witch doctors. The Mohism is also widely spread in Chu, and it is common for women to be doctors at this time.

The woman under the arbor was about twenty years old, her eyebrows and eyes were wide open, and she occasionally spoke to show her teeth, which were whiter than others, which was obviously caused by the Mohist's mandatory habit of cleaning her teeth.

The woman was wearing a small cotton cap, which was bent like a boat, and she was wearing what others called a "witch's robe". She was shaking her head at a patient with an anxious look on her face.

The people who were traveling with Mr. Changsang were naturally not interested in this. They just looked at the signs on the next few rooms and asked what they were for.

Qin Huan and Chang Sangjun are doctors, and they came to Peiyi to save people in the world. When they saw their colleagues, they couldn't help being curious.

Mr. Changsang is confident in his own means and in his knowledge of medicine, but he also benefited a lot from the knowledge spread by the Mohists, and there are some weird healing methods that he didn't know before.

What's even more strange is that the Mohist's name is suitable. Changsang Jun has a sense of enlightenment for his understanding and explanation of some human body structures. where people are.

But after he approached the witch from the side, he heard the witch say to the patient in Song dialect: "I can't treat this kind of disease. My medical skills are limited, and there is really no way..."

Qin Huan has never traveled before, so naturally he doesn't understand the Song dialect here.

Mr. Changsang, however, has traveled around the world and is proficient in dialects. Hearing the patient's illness before, and seeing his color, he was already in the same mind. This is not a difficult illness.

But he didn't think that the idea that he must be proficient in Mohism's medical skills was shattered by this witch. He didn't know how to treat such a disease?

Mr. Changsang was very strange. It was hot last year, and there were many epidemic diseases in Linzi. The Mohists passed on herbal medicine to cure the disease, and they explained many reasons and used many management methods to prevent the epidemic from spreading.

From Mr. Changsang's point of view, it is impossible to deal with it in this way unless you have decades of experience in practicing medicine.But he didn't know that medical skills are only one aspect of epidemic prevention, and what is more important is the isolation of the organization and the reason for the spread of the disease.

Because I didn't know, I thought the Mohists were proficient in medicine, so I was surprised when I saw it today.

Seeing that the patient was about to leave with a long sigh, Mr. Chang Sang asked a few words, and the patient nodded from time to time with surprise on his face.

Not long after, he prescribed several medicines and told me how to take them.

Seeing this, the witch at the side hurriedly stood up and bowed, saying: "Mohist disciple Lu Hua, who is Mr.? What is this disease? Is there any other way to cure it besides these herbs?"

After that, he took out a paper page woven together from the side, as if to record it.

Mr. Changsang didn't answer, but asked instead: "Your medical skills can't even cure such a disease, so can you practice medicine?"

Luhua's medical skills, if you look at it at this time, whether it is high or low, I have learned some principles and first aid bandaging, some principles are unknown to people at this time, so it can be said to be very high.

But the real medical skills and experience, not to mention Chang Sang Jun, even Qin Huan, who has just grown up at this time, are far behind.

In recent years, she has also been driven to the shelves, asking around for some healing herbs in the countryside, accumulating them and compiling them into books, so as to teach other men and women. There are not many diseases that can be treated, but it cannot be said that they are useless, at least in some promotions. It is effective in not drinking unboiled water, preventing heatstroke and epidemics in summer, and simple colds.

The Mo family relied on these simple medical techniques to gather people together, and the earliest work in Jinteng Township also relied on the method of saving lives such as "Shi Fu Shui".

Mr. Changsang tried his hand at the knife just now, and Lu Hua naturally knew that the person in front of him must be a doctor, so he hurriedly asked for advice.

I don't want the other party to question her, but she is no longer the village girl in the mountains a few years ago, but has followed the Mohists for many years, and her temperament is very different.

Seeing the other party's inquiry and knowing the other party's ability, he replied modestly: "My Mohist medical skills are not high, but I can also treat some minor illnesses. As I once said, something is better than nothing, isn't it the truth?"

Mr. Changsang seldom saw such a woman in the mountains. Hearing her question, he nodded for a moment and smiled and said, "That's the truth. Although my medical skills are high, I mostly stay in big cities and giant towns, and I seldom go to the countryside. Yes, but it is better than nothing." Be strong. Who did you learn your medical skills from?"

Lu Hua pointed to the booklet where she recorded various medicinal herbs, and roughly explained the method of summarizing what Shi said.

It can be seen that this pamphlet was not edited by one person, and the contents in it are densely packed, obviously accumulated for a long time.

Mr. Chang Sang opened a page at random, and saw some grass leaves painted on it, and some characters written on the bottom. He didn't know much, but he could see where the grass grew in extremely complicated words.

Lu Hua knew that this person came to Peiyi and was also a doctor, so he must also have a connection with the Mohists, so she hurriedly said: "I said, in the future, when people in Peiyi are more literate and this collection of herbal medicines is compiled, it can be used as Schools generally teach many people."

"Even if there are mistakes, even if some diseases can't be cured, even if some people can't be regarded as doctors, at least it's better than nothing. If you spread it to the countryside, you can always treat more people."

The three evens, of course, did not come to Lu Hua's own mind, but she had heard this kind of truth a lot on weekdays, and when she used it, it came from her heart and was deeply ingrained.

Mr. Changsang also sighed for these three, put down the book, and said seriously: "I have never thought of such a truth before. A small illness can be fatal, and a small pain can also be disabled. People in the world There are too many, but there are few doctors like me."

"This time, your Mohists invited all the knowledgeable scholars from all over the world, who are proficient in agriculture, industry, medicine, and business, to gather in Peiyi. Is this the reason for this?"

Lu Hua thought of some propaganda of the Mohist School not long ago, nodded and said: "It's exactly like this in the journey of medicine."

"Shi once said that among all the heroes in the world today, the hero in medicine is Changsang Jun. Before the grass and silk came out, the master-student inheritance was passed on one by one, and his disciples might get the true biography of Changsang Jun, but after all, it is difficult for one person to save world."

"If a doctor like Mr. Changsang can come to Peiyi, write down the medicines he knows on the grass, and pass them on to people who can read. Even if the people who learn it may not be half as long as Mr. Changsang, But it’s more than quantity.”

"Mr. Changsang walked into the grass and passed it on to thousands of people. The people he could save must be those of Lord Changsang. The same is true for other farmers and workers."

"The world is too big, it can't be saved by a few heroic and unparalleled people."

(End of this chapter)