The emperor wanted to expand the Shangqing Courtyard, but also to repair the palace, and urged the household department to ask for one million taels of silver, although the household department calculated the tax of 31 million taels, but more than 20 million taels were directly distributed in the local area, and would not receive the capital at all.

Thanks to last year's bumper harvest year, this year, Jiangning Weaving Mansion can hand over thousands of more silks, Qiao Wenjing was calculating the silver of these white flowers, bent down and sat in the official sedan chair, and as soon as the next person lifted the sedan chair, Qiao Wenjing felt a tingling pain under his buttocks.

Qiao Wenjing frowned and opened the sedan curtain, and was about to call someone to stop, but when he saw his colleagues coming out of the yamen while talking, it was not good to lose face in front of so many people, so he had to raise his ass and grope with his hands.

I don't know which person didn't walk steadily, the sedan chair trembled violently, Qiao Wenjing's body was unbalanced and sat down in the sedan chair again, it seemed that there were a few thorns that got into it all at once, Qiao Wenjing couldn't help it anymore, and shouted.

The subordinates were shocked and hurriedly stopped the sedan chair to check.

In front of everyone's eyes, Qiao Wenjing had to endure the pain, waved his hand and ordered his subordinates, "Hurry, go home quickly." ”

The official sedan chair disappeared from everyone's sight in a hurry.

When Mrs. Qiao heard that the old man had returned, she hurriedly set off and rushed over immediately.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know how there can be a cactus in the sedan chair, we have built a garden in the house these days, I can't say who brought it in when I cleaned the sedan chair, who knows that I will pierce the master." Mother Huang said in a low voice.

"Did you invite Lang Zhong to come over?"

Huang's mother shook her head, "The master refuses, and is asking the maid to pick out the thorns with a needle." ”

When is it, and she still wants to save face, Mrs. Qiao instructed Huang's mother, "Call Langzhong, who often comes from the house, he won't go out and talk nonsense." ”

Huang's mother answered, and hurriedly went down to arrange.

After a while, Lang Zhong took the medicine box into the inner room, Qiao Wenjing lay on the kang to reveal his snow-white buttocks, and the little maid next to him was carefully picking.

"Did you come out?" Qiao Wenjing asked loudly.

The little maid hurriedly said, "There are still some that are too small to get out." The needle was pierced and pricked, and with a little force, I saw the old man's tight ass, and finally looked forward to Lang Zhong coming over, and hurriedly avoided the side for Lang Zhong to see.

Lang Zhong checked carefully, and the wound was only slightly red and swollen, "It's not in the way, the small opening prescription is just applied externally, but the old man will inevitably be uncomfortable in the past two days." ”

Qiao Wen was in a hurry, and threw the small purple sand plum blossom pot next to him on the ground, and suddenly he smelled a burst of stench coming from Lang Zhong's body, and frowned, "What is it?" ”

Na Langzhong stammered: "It's Artemisia annua, the little one was picking Artemisia annua just now, and when I heard that the master was in an emergency, I didn't have time to change my clothes." ”

Artemisia annua, a herb used by Miss Yang to treat malaria.

"What do you pick those things for?"

Lang Zhong lowered his head and said, "Now Lang Zhong in the capital is looking for patients with malaria," he said and glanced at Qiao Wenjing cautiously, "They are all trying Miss Yang's method." "In the past, I heard that malaria should be avoided by shaking your head, no matter how you treat this disease, it will not work well, and most of the patients will die of convulsions when they have a high fever.

But since Miss Yang saved a malaria patient, Langzhong in the capital began to follow suit, the yellow artemisia near the capital used to be uncared for, and now they are all competing to pick it, boil it with water, and steam it in the drawer, everyone has used various methods, and it is compatible with the application of the previous malaria treatment prescription, just thinking that it can overshadow the Yang family's prescription, but ...... Only Miss Yang's method of squeezing the juice with salt maceration is effective.

"Is it cured?"

"Some are cured, and some are not." Most of the patients who are not cured are seriously ill and elderly.

Hearing this, Qiao Wenjing had a smile on his face, there is always something that can't be cured, the little yellow artemisia, can it really be compared to the miracle medicine?

He waited for Miss Yang to have a bad reputation for treating people, and he thought of presenting the magic medicine again, so that he would take credit again, Qiao Wenjing thought of this, and the wound was sprinkled with medicine powder by Lang Zhong, and it suddenly hurt like a pinprick.

……

Mr. Bai sent the medical book to the person next to him, but Yang Mo only cared about reading, and he didn't know how loud the yellow artemisia caused outside.

Lang Zhong went through the prescription books and found in an inconspicuous corner a unilateral prescription about Artemisia annua squeezing water to treat malaria, which was not included in the prescription.

At this time, the people were overjoyed, and Artemisia annua was a home remedy.

The old gentlemen of the Jing Fang faction used this reason to work together to stop the use of home remedies to try to cure malaria, and Miss Yang's cure of malaria was not just a temporary luck, not all malaria could not be cured.

As the whole thing spread in a boiling manner, Langzhong near the capital gathered and waited to see Miss Yang treat bayberry sores with malaria.

It is by chance that Artemisia annua cures malaria, so what is malaria for bayberry sores?

Second Master Yan and Aunt Yan started to heat up one after another, and the Yan family's carriage took Yang Mo to the Yan family.

As soon as the carriage entered the Yan Mansion, the tavern across the street from the Yan Mansion was full of people, and everyone wanted to hear the news as soon as possible.

Compared with the eagerness of outsiders, Yang Mo calmly tested Aunt Zheng's body temperature with her hands, and it must reach ultra-high temperature for two hours to eliminate Treponema pallidum.

Mr. Bai sat on the low pestle next to him, and Shen Weiyan and Yang Mo were busy in the side room.

Yang Mo tested his body temperature and nodded to Qiu Tong next to him, and Qiu Tong immediately brought the hourglass, which was enough for an hour.

"How to tell the heat of bayberry sores has been reached?"

This voice was Lang Zhong who Shen Weiyan called to help.

Yang Mo said: "When the patient doesn't know that it is cold, it is a fever period, the body is hot, the eyes are bloodshot, and the spirit is listless, and then look at the pulse beating very fast." ”

"How much does your pulse have to beat?" Then came the voice.

"One hundred and twenty times to ......" Yang Mo suddenly found that there were no minutes in ancient times, and she had always avoided answering in modern words, but she didn't expect this person to ask just right, and directly hit the most important part of her words.

Yang Mo turned her head, the man's eyes were very bright like dazzling sunlight, there was a heavy beard around his cheeks, and his skin was dark, which was very inconspicuous at first glance, but she just felt that something was wrong, maybe the eyes were too bright, but his face was too much covered, so that people couldn't see clearly.

The woman in front of her was only surprised for a moment, and then said indifferently: "One thousand eight hundred times to two thousand two hundred times, a quarter of an hour." ”

It's natural to say this, as if you had just mistaken it in your eagerness. In fact, those 120 times were very smooth.

"What do you call it?" Yang Mo hung her head and pretended to be nothing.

"Liu Chengling."

The two people seemed to be looking at each other unintentionally, and they seemed to be pondering each other.

Yang Mo raised his head and saw a clear shadow of himself in Liu Chengling's eyes. Thank you rk_oml for sending the rice dumplings. Thanks to Carmel for the sachets. Thank you for the chayexschayexs. renewal ticket of the book friend 120927005852810 classmates. Thank you Mei Zaifei for the PK ticket.