A few days later, the post station outside the city of Luoyang.

The cramped post station was crowded with hundreds of scholars from Luoyang and the surrounding prefectures and counties, holding palm-sized tickets with the seals of local post keepers.

It was a ticket just issued by the Ministry of Industry this year, and with this ticket, you could take the four-wheeled carriage of the post station and use the railway to go to the destination station.

The post station was originally a government office, and it was responsible for the food and clothing of passing officials and the transmission of military information. It's just that these are free of charge, and the maintenance of the post station often requires a lot of money, and it is difficult to support it only by the funds provided by the local county government, so most of them receive officials for free and receive pedestrians for a fee.

Roughly equivalent to an inn!

The construction of the "railway" is a very expensive infrastructure, even if the Tang Dynasty is shoddy, using wooden rails to wrap iron sheets and tiles to save iron, but the money it consumes is quite amazing. The asphalt roads of later generations are known as being paved with RMB, and the high-speed rail sector has also been in deficit over the years.

However, far-sighted officials had already gone to the imperial court to demand that the railways be opened for civilian use, and that stations be set up in the counties where the rails passed, selling tickets, and collecting tolls.

After all, in the eyes of the post station officials, selling tickets for railroad carriages is no different from leasing post horses, both to generate revenue, to maintain the daily maintenance of the railway and to collect taxes.

Before waiting for the four-wheeled carriage to arrive, this sound could be seen everywhere in the crowd.

"Brother Shixiu, I said goodbye to the drunken cloud building in a hurry that day, and I didn't expect to meet my brother Tai here......"

"Where, where, it's just the last entry of fellow villagers, it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning, where is it comparable to Yukun you, serving as a fighting food officer in the Jinju Academy in Xingrenfang."

"Don't dare to be a ...... The fighting officials are meager and barely making ends meet, so they have to resign as a last resort, Brother Shixiu, you are going to Chang'an......"

"You've heard of it too? I saw the newspaper because of a relationship......"

Unlike those scholars from the poor family who gathered to talk, Zhou Han huddled in the corner of the post station, and through the tattered papier-mâché window, he could clearly see the railway about five meters away from him.

At the bottom of the railroad are wooden rails made of cork, mostly pine, while at the very top are upside-down tiles, which are almost embedded in the rails, and in the middle are filled with wheat bran or churned wheat straw.

Although Zhou Han didn't understand the reason, according to his father, sitting in the carriage, he could hardly feel the pain in his buttocks, just like sleeping at home.

His father, Zhou Shunzi, had a cast iron buttocks, and even if he was walking on a gravel path in an ox cart, he could happily let out a moan like a prostitute lying on a bed with her legs spread.

He silently took out a bulging blue cloth from the basket in his arms, and there were a few pieces of dry and hard white bread in it. I tore a small bite and put it in my mouth, then carefully soaked it with saliva, felt the aroma of wheat, and then floated through the air I don't know whether it was mutton, dog meat, or pork......

The neighing of several horses sounded, and under the urging of the post officer, Zhou Han pinched the ticket full of sweat and boarded the carriage. The four-wheeled carriage was indeed fast, and the speed made him feel a little cold, and he tightened his clothes, and took the carriage into his arms, and hugged it more favorably.

Looking up at the sky, which was already white, he felt a little lost, and the road in the distance gradually became clearer and stranger......

......

Qujiangfang, located in the southeast corner of Chang'an City, is connected to Qujiang Pond, which is independent of Chang'an City, and Qujiang Pond is adjacent to the royal garden Furong Garden.

In February of the first year of Zhenguan, this place was asked by Emperor Taishang to come to His Majesty the Emperor as the campus of the Royal Medical College.

The establishment of the Royal Academy of Medicine did not cause a huge backlash in the imperial court, but the ministers were very much in favor of it, and there were even wealthy people in Chang'an who actively donated money and materials......

According to the careful guess of the Emperor Taishang, the court wanted him to settle down a little bit, and to engage in medical education under their noses, maybe he could effectively monitor him.

And Li Er is still being fooled by Sun Simiao about the emperor's order, and he is secretly sad, and what the emperor put forward is not an excessive request, and even for financial considerations, he would rather cut down on his own food and clothing!

As for the fame brought by the construction of the medical school to the Emperor Taishang, Li Shimin is not worried about this at all, his father now only has one son-in-law, and he has no military power in his hands, what kind of waves can he make?

Of course, the biggest reason is that Li Yuan's life span is not long, even if it is possible to "survive for a long time" at that time, but at that time, Li Shimin's government was already stable, and he was still worried about chicken feathers?

The establishment of the Royal Academy of Medicine caused a sensation in the whole Chang'an for a while, and some ministers who had a little study of medical skills even wanted to come in, such as the British Duke Li Ji and the Imperial History of Cheng Wei Zheng......

British Gong Li Ji participated in the compilation of "Tang Materia Medica" in later generations, which was the earliest pharmacopoeia in the world, as for Wei Zheng, he was able to anger Li Shimin for so long without a cerebral hemorrhage, and his medical skills are not bad...... (Wei Zheng once served as a Taoist priest for a period of time at the end of the Sui Dynasty, and although he did not dare to say that Taoist monks knew how to heal, he was generally not bad.) ）

"Daojun, it's not good to do this!" The painting screen has willow eyebrows, a small mouth is pouting, and his cheeks are bulging and swollen, which is angry.

In Qujiang Fang, the ancient trees are towering, the green trees are shady, there are two or three small boats on the Qujiang Pond with waves, there is a piece of palace-like building next to it, and the green glazed tiles shine under the sun.......

This situation and this scene deserve to be a royal garden.

However, the painting screen said angrily: "Daojun, good academy, you build ...... What is the pigsty for? If the people of Chang'an know about it, they will definitely laugh at our ......"

However, Li Yuan also had his own reasons, he touched the head of the painting screen, and said with a smile: "What's wrong with raising pigs, the human organs of pigs are the closest to humans, and when the time comes, after the medical school opens, it can also be used as experimental materials, of course, there are more important reasons......"

"What is the reason?" Picture Screen asked again.

Li Yuan held his hands behind his back, looking at the scene and object on the Qujiang Pond, and he didn't want to be disturbed by the humming pig cry in such a wonderful scene. But now the invention value has gradually decreased, almost all of them are used by him to exchange life, he seems, only the original "Scientific Pig Breeding Manual" has the hope of obtaining more invention value.

After the establishment of the medical school, the ancients were more feudal and superstitious, believing that if someone dared to destroy the body of the deceased, tsk, in addition to doing it, they were waiting to be condemned, or rioted, and the medical school might not be able to open at that time.

Human specimens can only be replaced by piglets.

Of course, this is not the main reason!

Then he showed his white teeth and said with a simple smile: "Poor Dao doesn't know how to castrate pigs, but pigs that have not been castrated are soulless pigs, and the first assessment for admission ...... It's a gelding! ”