Chapter 4 Signature Pen

Gong Nian Huai was unhappy, although Meng Zhijing used an inquiring tone, but no matter how he listened, there were more questioning elements. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Radical? Absolutely. Not only can, but must be.

The Chinese won the Nobel Prize in science by discovering artemisinin, which treats malaria. I keep it in my bag. Working in Africa, how can you not carry a few boxes of artemisinin tablets?

However, this problem is not to be discussed with Meng Zhijing, one is that these knowledge transcends this era, and they can't understand how to say it, and the other is that it is necessary to maintain a sense of mystery, who will let his surname Gong lose, and the third is that Gong Nian Huai needs something, I don't know if there is anything in this era. Therefore, holding the principle that if you say too much, you will lose, and if you look at Meng Zhijing, you will let Meng Zhijing shut up, and if you continue to ask, you will not be a gentleman.

However, Gong Yi Nianhuai didn't want to embarrass Meng Zhijing, so he thought about it before saying, "Malaria itself is not terrible, what is terrible is the cause of the malaria epidemic." If the source is controlled, it is impossible for malaria to wreak havoc. ”

Meng Zhijing nodded frequently when he heard this, "What Mr. said is that it is only the source of this malaria, oh, Mr. continue,"

Gong Yi Nianhuai nodded secretly, if his boss Meng Hui didn't exaggerate, this Meng Hui should also be a big hero. Looking at Meng Zhijing, he is not arrogant or reserved for himself, and he does not have the arrogance of the third generation of officials and the second generation of officials, and he is arrogant.

And who are you? In this day and age, no one really knows who they are. It was to such a stranger who met in Daozuo that Meng Zhijing showed enough trust and respect. With his life experience, if he can take care of himself, he will burn high incense. It's not that he's a cheap skin, but he compares his heart to his heart, changes himself, and picks up a kid on the road, even if he can help himself, he won't call a gentleman. In terms of age, Meng Zhijing is obviously older than this kid, and being able to do this is really not something that ordinary people can do.

Based on this point, Gong Yi Nianhuai had a high opinion of Meng Heng, who had not yet met but was like thunder.

Since this is the case, then ask him by yourself, and I also happen to understand this era and see what kind of existence the Southern Song Dynasty is called by later generations.

"Brother Meng doesn't have to be like this. It's not that the younger brother doesn't want to tell him, presumably Brother Meng also knows that the doctor has to prescribe the right medicine, and it is really difficult for the younger brother to make a judgment before he has seen it in person. Another point is that the way the younger brother sees a doctor and uses drugs is slightly different from that of ordinary doctors, and then Brother Meng will help the younger brother Zhang Luo one or two. ”

"Ah, that's it. If it is the same as an ordinary doctor, the male brother is not a male brother. Meng Zhijing heard Gong Nian Huai say this, and let go of a little worry, seeing a doctor and taking medicine is different from that of ordinary doctors, which is the real kung fu. Otherwise, this malaria would not have broken out once in a while, and the doctors of the world would not be able to do anything about it.

"Brother Gong, if you don't avoid suspicion, can you tell the younger brother that he needs Zhang Luo's things, and the younger brother will send someone back to tell his father, so as not to miss the husband's treatment."

After listening to Meng Zhijing's words, Gong Yi Nianhuai secretly picked a big finger. What you want is not a big deal, and it doesn't involve the issue of confidentiality. At the level of the Song Dynasty, they put what they wanted in front of anyone, and they couldn't figure out what they were going to do.

Since people are so eager to treat diseases and save people, why don't they do it, just to see what level the Song Dynasty is at.

Gong Nian Huai moved the backpack to his chest, took out a notepad from the mezzanine, took a signature pen, brushed it, wrote a few lines, tore it off with a stab, and handed it to Meng Zhijing.

Meng Zhijing's eyes were straight. He looked down and saw clearly: the paper was white, so white, and there were thin horizontal lines drawn on it; That pen, what kind of pen is it, it's too thin, and the words written must be Chinese characters, but I don't seem to know much.

Sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys, in the era of public loss and Huaihuai, are in high school, and they haven't taken the university exam yet, which is the age of curiosity. Looking at the unbelievable things in Gong Nianhuai's hands, how could he deal with it calmly.

"Brother Gongyi, can you show the little brother the pen you use?" Meng Zhijing didn't accept the note handed over by Gong Nian Huai, and asked for a signature pen on the reverse side.

Gong lost his mind for a while, and then suddenly realized that what was ordinary in his eyes was also a product eight hundred years later, so that a person in the Song Dynasty was not surprised and curious.

"Brother Meng, if you like it, take it, the younger brother still has it."

"How?" Meng Zhijing just stretched out his hand to take it, and when he heard Gong Nian Huai say this, he waved his hand again and again as if he had been stung by a scorpion.

Gong Yi Nianhuai smiled and stuffed the signature pen into Meng Zhijing's hand, "Brother Meng, it's just a pen, otherwise, Brother Meng uses this pen to write a few words, see if it's easy." ”

Meng Zhijing half-pushed and half-pushed the signature pen that Gong Yi Nian Huai stuffed into his hand tightly, and was a little embarrassed.

"Come, Brother Meng, get in the car, let me see Brother Meng's Mobao." Gong Yi Nianhuai dragged Meng Zhijing's arm and pulled it to the car, he understood it, gave Meng Zhijing a pen, Meng Zhijing was still a little twisted, maybe it was a family education since childhood, and he couldn't take other people's things casually.

But as soon as he asked him to write a few words and admired his Mobao, Meng Zhijing's eyes became wonderful, which may be a common problem of professionals, and there is always an indescribable sense of superiority and expressiveness in the field he is good at.

Seeing this kind of scene, Gong Nian Huai didn't know what to do, so he climbed along the pole. Now the Meng father and son are very important to him. Without spending a penny, you can make Meng Zhijing feel comfortable, such a cheap thing, even a person like Gongyi Nianhuai, who is not particularly emotionally intelligent, knows how to do it.

The complexity of later societies is not comparable to that of the Song Dynasty 800 years later.

Meng Zhijing hesitated for a moment, but he still couldn't resist the temptation of the signing pen, and he still had the desire to show off to the public. He saw it, and he could read the words of Gong Yi Nian Huai, but compared to him, it was not enough to read.

Don't look at Meng Zhijing's power in front of the soldiers, but after all, he is only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, and he is still studying hard in high school in the next generation. He is not lacking in the characteristics of young people.

"Brother Meng, let your subordinates send the note to Ling Zun, and you can write a few words to the younger brother and let the younger brother open his eyes." Seeing that Meng Zhijing was fascinated by a signature pen, Gong Yi Nian Huai hurriedly reminded him.

"Oh, yes, yes, Zhang Yan, ride my horse and give the prescription of the male brother to the general, and I will arrive with the male brother." As soon as he thought of the right thing, Meng Zhijing returned to normal, Gong Nian Huai watched coldly, this face turned really fast, when talking to himself, Meng Zhijing was a big child, when he gave orders to his subordinates, it was like a hundred battle generals who held the power of life and death, his small face was tense, cold and swishing, his voice was not high or low, not fast or slow, every word was said clearly, and there was a solemn atmosphere.

The soldiers who followed Meng Zhijing's side, Gong Nian Huai guessed that it might be Meng Zhijing's personal soldiers, that is, guards, and it would be more appropriate to call them bodyguards. Now he was sent by Meng Zhijing to deliver the letter, and when he left, he glanced at the Gongyi Nianhuai, and then shook the reins, and the horse shook his head and ran down.

"Holy, master." Gong Nian Huai looked at the horse running away blankly, his heart was awe-inspiring, Zhang Yan's eyes, like a knife, just swept like this, Gong Nian Huai felt uncomfortable. Why didn't you see it before, master, master.

"Brother Gong, this pen is used like this."

Gong Yi Nianhuai turned his head and looked, hey, Meng Zhijing was sitting beside him upright, and he dragged a sack over and put it in front of him as a desk.

"Who are these people?" As soon as he turned his head, Meng Zhijing got into the car and set up the desk, but he didn't even realize that if he gave himself a knife, or simply pinched his neck with his hand, he wouldn't even have room to react, let alone resist.

Meng Zhijing is holding the pen with a brush, his notebook is spread out on the sack, and the pen is in Meng Zhijing's hand, like a catfish, shaking his head and tail, not listening to the call.

"B, bum, Brother Meng, stop, stop, come, I'll demonstrate, there is a difference between this hard pen and a soft pen, your frame is holding a soft pen, and the hard pen should be taken like this, come, look at it."

"Soft pen hard pen? Fine, fine. Meng Zhijing is now a big child with great curiosity, smiling and letting Gong Nian Huai teach him to hold a hard pen hand in hand.

Gong Yi read Huaizui said that he taught by hand, and after a few times, Meng Zhijing mastered the posture of holding a hard pen, tried to write a word on the notepad, finished writing, tilted his head and admired it, laughing, "Brother Gong Lose, I can write with a hard pen, hahaha," the laughter was very cheerful.

Gong Nian Huai was directly petrified, and looked at the medicine word blankly, "This is not scientific, I have been writing for thirty years, and compared with Meng Zhijing, I haven't started yet." I thought that modern people had traveled to ancient times, and they must have lived a very nourishing life, why, they had knowledge and technology. Looking at it this way, the ancient people have traveled to the modern era, and they will live more freely, and they don't have to be busy with inventions and creations like modern people. Just this word, to the next generation, what kind of calligrapher, go, take out the garbage, how can this compare. ”

"Brother Gong, how is the understanding of the younger brother?"

"It's good, it's good to have a good understanding, and it's good to --- words." Gong Nian Huai wanted to hit Meng Zhijing against his will, but his tongue turned a few times, but he still told the truth.

"Brother Gong, can you make a few more hard pens?"

When Gong Yi Nian Huai heard it, his head was big, how could this Meng Zhijing be like this. Is this something that can be done casually, it is not a problem in later generations, it is because there is a high-tech platform there, and there is a complete industrial chain, but in the Song Dynasty, the technical content is not generally high, and the power of a poor country may not be able to make it.

What to do? You can't honestly say you can't do it, it's too cowardly. What else can you do if you don't admit it, you just can't do it.

Gong Yi Nian Huai took a notepad to block his face, as if he was appreciating the word medicine, but his heart was turning over the river and the sea.

"This Nima is not good, there are still a few super-era works in the backpack, if Meng Zhijing sees it, how to explain it? As for the word "China" on the packaging, I can't explain it to these people. No, it's too passive, alas, the two sides are not on the same level at all, no matter how careful you are, loopholes are still everywhere. It's normal to write with a pen, who thinks about it, and stabs it again. ”

"It's a hard pen, little trick. cough, "Gong Yi Nianhuai is starting to talk nonsense, if not, Meng Zhijing is still waiting to make his signature pen by himself."