"Lang Jun, take the medicine!" Zijuan carried a bowl of brown and black medicinal juice, walked to the bed, and gently stirred a spoon made of sterling silver in the medicine bowl.

"Let's put it aside, I'll get up and eat it myself later!" Zhang Qian had a moist kudzu cloth on his forehead, and he didn't even open his eyelids, and responded weakly.

Hell yes! There are so many vaccines and antibodies in the body, but just under the guidance of Wang Maobo, I practiced a few laps of riding and how to stretch my arms immediately, and I was blown cold by the wind!

The cold virus of the Tang Dynasty in the eighth century is obviously different from the cold virus of the twenty-first century. When he was studying in the past, although Zhang Qian occasionally caught a cold, he had a cough and runny nose at most, and he would not be so sick that he couldn't get out of bed all of a sudden. Not to mention that the bones and joints up and down the body will be coaxed, and suddenly become sore and painful!

This made him unable to help but miss Bai Funing, who he had asked the Ren family to help consign. Although it was derided as a panacea in the 21st century, at least it was almost immediate in relieving the discomfort of a cold. And the herbs of the eighth century, even if they were prescribed by Sun Anzu, a famous imperial doctor, after hand-diagnosing the pulse, could not be seen to be effective for a while.

"Lang Jun, take the medicine! Well, open your mouth! Seeing that Zhang Qian refused to open his eyes for a long time, Zijuan picked up the medicine bowl again and persuaded softly, "It's not bitter at all, I put frosting in the medicine!" ”

"Put it down, I'll do it myself!" Zhang Qian responded weakly, and slowly opened his sour eyelids.

"It's not good, the fever is serious, and I actually have hallucinations!" In the next moment, his scalp quickly fluttered, and he instinctively blinked his eyes repeatedly.

A pale face, blue-black eyes, a scarlet bloody mouth, and two crooked horns! The Rakshasa ghost that was once displayed on the TV screen actually appeared directly in front of his eyes, and no matter how he blinked, he refused to dissipate!

And in the hand of the Rakshasa ghost, there is clearly a bowl of soup and medicine. The tip of the snow-white finger holding the silver spoon was as red as a string of human blood!

'It's not a ghost, it's a purple juan! The spirit shivered, and the dizziness on his head quickly decreased by more than half. Zhang Qian tried his best to control his arm, stopped his already clenched fist half a foot in front of his chest, and frowned and scolded: "Put down the medicine bowl and go wash your face and hands." If you don't do it, what kind of monster do you pretend? ”

"Lang Jun, Lang Jun, what did you say? Monster? Where did I pretend to be a youkai? The "Rakshasa Ghost" holding the medicine bowl was taken aback, dodged back a lot, and made an aggrieved voice in his mouth, "Lang Jun, aren't you in a daze!" Zhang Gui, Zhang Gui, hurry up and go to the Zhuangzi opposite to ask Imperial Doctor Sun! ”

"Okay, when Imperial Doctor Sun came, I would have been scared to death by you!" Once again, it was confirmed that the sound coming from the mouth of the "Rakshasa Ghost" belonged to Zijuan, and Zhang Qian interrupted angrily, "Put down the medicine, wash off the messy things on your face, and take off the messy things on your head." At a young age, he painted his face like a wall, what kind of demon he was?! ”

"This, this is the latest makeup taught by the thirteenth aunt!" Zijuan was so aggrieved that she was counted, pouted her blood-red lips that had been painted with no borders, and explained in a low voice, "Everyone in the yard says it looks good, only Lang Jun is here to ......."

"Shaolang-kun!" Zhang Qian rolled his eyes and corrected weakly, "My parents should still be safe!" Although I can't find them for a while! ”

"Yes, Shaolang-kun!" Filial piety is the first important way in the world, and Zijuan didn't dare to make another time, so he changed his words suddenly. However, he was deeply skeptical about Zhang Qian's aesthetic level, "Aunt Thirteen said that Uncle Zhang Shi in the Zhuangzi next door likes such ......"

"Uncle Zhang Shi is almost fifty, and I am only twenty-two!" Zhang Qian rolled his eyelids again, his voice was still weak, "What his old man likes can't be the same as me." What's more, the girl's youthful smiling face was originally the best makeup in the world. ”

"Yes, Shaolang-kun!" Zijuan couldn't understand what it meant to be full of youth, but she understood the age and hobby gap between Zhang Ruoxu and Zhang Qian, so she put down the medicine bowl and got up and walked outside the house. The clogs at his feet hit the floor with a staggered sound.

"Find a pair of cotton boots to wear on your feet so you don't get frostbite on your feet!" Zhang Qian's eyes were quickly attracted by the sound of clogs, his eyes widened, and he scolded sharply, "What kind of clogs do you wear in winter?" In case the cold invades your bones, you will be well in the future! ”

"Yes, Shaolang-kun!" was obviously trained, but Zijuan suddenly became happy. turned around, and quickly gave Zhang Qian a quick salute, and then, disappeared outside the door like a deer.

"There's something wrong!" Zhang Qian muttered at her back and shook his head helplessly.

The other party is too young, and it is difficult for people to have any desire to possess the opposite sex except for simple appreciation. But the youthful temptation and rusty attacks launched by the other party from time to time reminded him that the relationship between the two sides is by no means and should not be a simple master and servant.

Sometimes, Zhang Qian himself thinks that it is actually quite good to have such a good-looking and eccentric female secretary by his side. But sometimes, the moral concept of the 21st century awakens in his heart, and he instantly feels ashamed and guilty.

So, many times, when the shame is over, Zhang Qian simply chooses to let it go, "Whatever, wait for a few years, when she grows up, maybe she will change her mind." As a concubine, how can you marry someone who likes you, and be a serious couple! ”

However, thinking about it, even in the 21st century, there is still a woman who has reaped a lot of traffic and eyeballs by preaching to be a little wife to a warlord, and he is very suspicious of what choice Zijuan will make when she is truly an adult.

"Ahh There was a strong smell of herbs, which was suddenly carried by the air, and he immediately sneezed.

The messy thoughts in my heart were also shot out with a sneeze. His brain suddenly cleared, and he opened his sour eyelids again, observing the decoction on the small table beside the bed.

Brownish-black, with a faint hint of dark red. It's not clear, it's not muddy. As the air in the room disturbed, the smell of Huoxiang and Bupleurum kept coming into his nostrils.

"Whatever, let's think it's Huoxiang Zhengqi Water!" Gritting his teeth fiercely, Zhang Qian struggled to sit up straight. Then he held his breath and poured the whole bowl of decoction into his stomach.

The five abdomen and six organs were followed by a burst of tumbling, but it did not make him vomit immediately. When the tumbling sensation disappeared, a warm sensation spread along the lower abdomen to the limbs.

I don't know if it was distracted by Zijuan just now, or if the medicinal soup worked. Zhang Qian felt that his head was no longer as heavy as before, and the joints of his arms and thighs were no longer as sour as before.

Quietly apologizing to Imperial Doctor Sun in his stomach, he struggled out of bed, put on a silk jacket, and moved the chair to the stove specially made for his home, trying to use the temperature of the fire to help him "sweat". Roasted and roasted, the upper and lower eyelids fought again.

"Tuk tuk, tuk tuk ......" There was a knock on the door, which suddenly shattered the silence in the room.

"Who?" Zhang Qian was frightened, quickly opened his eyelids, and then turned his head to the outhouse, through the two doors, and asked in a loud voice.

"Owner, it's me, Ren Quan!" A familiar voice quickly came from the door of the main hall, "Wang Maobo is here, saying that there is an important object, I want you to take a look!" ”

"Uncle Wang? What did he look for me? Zhang Qian quickly touched his body, and through the temperature of his coat and the touch transmitted from his fingers, he was sure that he was not dreaming, and then struggled to stand up and slowly walked to the main hall.

"It's an iron pipe he built himself, he said that when he was riding a horse the day before yesterday, he heard the owner of the village mention it, so he made one, I want you to see if it's what you need!" Ren Quan's words continued to enter through the wooden door of the main hall, with a sense of confusion.

"Iron pipe, did he really hit it? You bring him in, and by the way, let him bring the iron pipe with you! Zhang Qian was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then, an unconcealable excitement surged in his heart.

The weapons supervisor and the skilled craftsmen who will be the supervisors can't solve the problem, but I didn't expect that when I heard Wang Maobo say that his ancestor was a blacksmith, he mentioned it in passing, and he was quickly solved by this person. This person is really a strange person who lives in seclusion among the people, and he lives up to the fact that he let their brother go.

And with iron pipes, even seamed iron pipes that are not pressure-resistant. After brazing treatment, the simplest earth heating pipes can also be made. With the earth heating pipes, the stove can be turned into heating. The heating effect, heat preservation effect and hygiene can be improved several steps in an instant.

I just don't know what method this person used in this era when iron sheets need to be milled with mills. The thick sheet of iron was turned into an iron pipe again. Although, this person has always claimed that his ancestor was a blacksmith in the Southern Dynasty, and he crossed the sea to Goguryeo in order to escape the war.

Just as he had a ride, he didn't think about it, and the door of the main hall had been gently pushed open by Ren Quan. Immediately after, Wang Maobo's face, which was far older than his actual age, appeared at the door.

"Owner, Wang is fortunate to have made this thing. I am willing to dedicate the manufacturing method to the owner of the village to repay the kindness of the original righteous release of the younger brother! Before Zhang Qian greeted him, Wang Maobo strode in front of him, bent down, and put an iron pipe half a foot long, and put his hands above his head.

"Did you really get it out?" Although he had made some preparations before, Zhang Qian was still so happy that he forgot about his illness in an instant. I grabbed the iron pipe with one hand and played with it carefully in front of my eyes.

It is true that there are iron pipes with seams, and the gaps are very irregular. Although it has been brazed and the weld has been smoothed with a grinding stone, it still looks a little bulky and ugly, far from the level of the small workshop products of the 21st century.

However, for the Tang Dynasty in the eighth century, this was a rare breakthrough. At least, before that, all the metal pipes less than ten centimeters thick that Zhang Qianqian saw in the military supervision and general supervision were cast, and no craftsman could successfully roll them in plates.

"The solution is very simple, and it will not be written on paper below." Finding that Zhang Qian had already approved of the iron pipe he had built, Wang Maobo considered his words and solemnly reported, "First the iron sheet is burned red, find a corner, and knock it through the round hole in the stone with a hammer." Then hook the corner with a latte hook and put it on the grinding disc. Then, while heating and beating the iron sheet with a hammer, the oxen were driven to pull the mill. After about half an hour, the pipe was pulled out directly from the other side of the round hole in the stone! ”

"It's that simple!" Unexpectedly, I couldn't solve the problem that I couldn't solve after I searched through the mobile phone database, and it was actually solved by Wang Maobo with a cow, Zhang Qian was so surprised that his eyes straightened, and he blurted out the words of questioning.

"It's that simple! My ancestors were blacksmiths and made similar things. Finally repaid Zhang Qian's favor, Wang Maobo felt a burst of relaxation, and the expression on his face instantly became much more vivid, "The so-called hammer skills are actually groped out when striking iron." It's just that in my grandfather's life, I felt that being a soldier and eating food would be more productive than being a blacksmith, so I traveled all the way to Datang to join the army! ”

"I see!" Zhang Qian listened to it and felt that it was funny, and he felt that creation made people. grabbed the iron pipe and played a stick in front of him.

"Whoa!" A half-person-high decorative porcelain vase shattered in response, and the blue and white porcelain pieces were instantly sprinkled all over the ground.

"Shaolang-kun be careful!" Zijuan, who had just returned from removing her makeup and asked Zhang Qian to "inspect the goods", was so frightened that her face was discolored, and she trotted forward and held Zhang Qian's arm with both hands, "You are still sick, don't move." Smash it, smash it, it's almost the New Year, it's good to listen to it. Butler, hurry up and call someone to come in and clean up, so as not to prick Shaolangjun's foot. Wang Jiaotou, you take the iron rod away and come back another day to teach Shaolangjun to practice martial arts. He just took medicine today, and his body can't blow the wind! ”

"Hey!" "Hey!" Seeing the valuable porcelain vase, which was smashed into powder in front of him, Ren Quan and Wang Maobo were so distressed that they couldn't give up. Instinctively chose to obey the command, and promised to go to their respective tasks.

Looking at Zijuan again, taking advantage of Zhang Qian's opportunity to refute himself, he took the other party's arm and dragged him to the bedroom. The youthful face is full of desire for victory!