Chapter 6 It's not easy to trust you

Gong Yi Nianhuai sat down again, his eyes slanted at Meng Zhijing, and he looked like he knew everything in his chest. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In fact, Gong Nian Huai is taking advantage of this to delay time, and quickly assemble historical fragments in his brain. There are not only those instilled by his boss Meng Hui, but also those who were forced by his daughter Yaonan, as well as the ruins that he personally inspected, as well as the statues of local celebrities in many places in later generations for tourism, and then there are novels like Jin Yong's heroes.

I don't know if I can fool Meng Zhijing, but I don't know if I think that Huai has more than 800 years of knowledge than Meng Zhijing, and it should be enough to deal with it.

Wasn't it that the Western Xia was destroyed only last year, with the speed of information transmission in the Song Dynasty, the Song people would not know much about Mongolia, at least not more than themselves.

Last year, the Western Xia perished, then this year is 1228, and Gong lost Nianhuai is very sure. Genghis Khan Temujin died during the destruction of Western Xia, Meng Zhijing doesn't know if he knows, ask first. and Guo Jing'an replied to drag Lei, hehe, thank you Jin Daxia, but don't fool me. Lives are at stake.

"The thief chief Temujin died in the battle of Xia, and once the next Great Khan is determined, the Jin kingdom is in danger. Jinmeng War, how does the Great Song Dynasty deal with itself? Gongsun Nianhuai looked at the blue sky and said leisurely. He never forgot to inquire about the attitude of the Song people.

"The Thief Chief? Brother Gong, why do you call the Mongol Great Khan a thief chieftain, is the thief chief really dead? Do you know who the next Mongol Great Khan will be? "The words of Gong Yi Nian Huai are very informative, and Meng Zhijing couldn't digest them for a while, so he stared at Gong Yi Nian Huai with wide eyes.

Gong Yi Nianhuai understood eight or nine as soon as he heard it, and his understanding of this Song Dynasty had reached another level.

"Brother Meng, are you a literati or a martial artist?" Gongsun Nianhuai turned over, his elbows were propped up on the sack, he held his cheeks with his hands, and looked at Meng Zhijing with interest, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a small upturned arc, as if he was laughing.

In Meng Zhijing's view, Gong Nian Huai is a bad smile, oh, or a disdainful smile, like, like what, like a little bird laughing at the frog in the well.

This made Meng Zhijing uncomfortable.

"What about the literati, and what about the warriors? Those who invade our Great Song Dynasty will have blood splashed on the battlefield without regrets. Meng Zhijing's small chest fluctuated a little widely, and although he tried his best to suppress it, he was obviously excited.

"Admire, admire," Gongsun Nianhuai said in his mouth, but how to look at that expression, Meng Zhijing turned his face slightly at a small angle, not wanting to look at Gongsun Nianhuai's face, but not too rude.

After all, he provoked this topic, so it's too embarrassing to turn his face because he doesn't listen to what he said. The key is that this person named Gong Yi Nianhuai, who is younger than himself, but is still taller than himself, the key is that the eyes and the tone of speech, how to look and listen, it is like an elder teaching the younger generation. He, he also called himself Xiao Meng, what is this name.

"If Brother Meng's blood is also splashed, and the Mongolians and Jin people still step on Brother Meng's body and break into Zaoyang, what should I do at that time, little brother, I am powerless."

Meng Zhijing really wanted to beat up his father, but what he said was miserable, but the corners of his mouth and eyebrows were full of smiles.

He, he looks down on us. Meng Zhijing thought indignantly. If Gong Yi Nianhuai knew that Meng Zhijing was evaluating him like this, he would definitely not be so calm, let alone continue to pretend to be forced, which was very dangerous.

Meng Zhijing turned his head sharply and said viciously, "Brother Gong is sure that the Jin people and the Mongols will attack my Great Song, and my Great Song will definitely not be able to resist it." ”

Gong Nian Huai was startled, Meng Zhijing was on fire! This is not fun, Meng Zhijing is now his own meal ticket, and if he gets angry, the fruit he eats will not be good.

"Alas, it's not that the younger brother doesn't believe in Brother Meng, it's a lesson from the past. Does Brother Meng know where his younger brother's hometown is? ”

"Where? Isn't it my Da Song? ”

"Of course it's Da Song, oh, it used to be, but not now. The younger brother finally returned to China, but he couldn't go back to his hometown. ”

Meng Zhijing bit his lip tightly, glared at Gong Yi Nianhuai, but didn't speak. After holding it for a long time, Meng Zhijing said word by word, "Don't worry, the younger brother will not let the brother be displaced." ”

Gong Nian Huai shook his head gently, "Of course Brother Meng can guarantee it, and I also believe in Brother Meng." But it's not Brother Meng who is talking. ”

"You ----, yes, my father can't talk either." Meng Zhijing was depressed for a long time.

Gong Yi Nianhuai got up and patted Meng Zhijing lightly on the shoulder, feeling very disgusted with his conversation skills, no wonder he was always the vice president of the project department. What is the vice president, who works. Look at Meng Hui, he is exquisite, he is not better than himself technically, but he is always his own boss, who is reasoning with him.

Alas, I am a technical eater, and if I want to do something else, I really can't do it, and I can't accept it. Look, without saying a few words, this Meng Zhijing, who I just met, was full of worries for myself.

Don't pretend to be forced, pretending to be tired of yourself. Let's be an engineer obediently.

It seems that the engineer can't be an engineer, and the Great Song Dynasty won't be able to build the high-speed rail at this time, and he can't repair it if he wants to.

Hey, pretending to be a ghost?

Will it be yourself?

Does malaria count?

I don't know if the materials I want are available in Da Song at this time, if not, I can't pretend to be a ghost.

"Brother Gong, don't be discouraged, with my father and son of the Meng family, I will not let Brother Gongyi suffer."

Look, this is blood, this is responsibility. After knowing each other for less than half a day, Meng Zhijing dared to pat his chest and make a guarantee.

"Suffering? What can I suffer? "Gong Nian Huai is not calm. Dare to love Meng's father and son have no confidence in whether they can hold Zaoyang.

According to Meng Hui, Zaoyang really didn't survive, as if it was beaten to Yingzhou by the Mongols. What is the specific situation of this, Gong Nian Huai still has to sort out the historical fragments in his head.

"Oh, hahaha, Brother Meng doesn't have to worry about his little brother. The younger brother is the descendant of the Gongyi clan. ”

"Yes, the younger brother doesn't have to worry about the male brother. Relying only on the skills of the Gongyi family, although the world is big, it is difficult for the Gongyi brother. Haha,"

Gongsun Nianhuai stared at Meng Zhijing and laughed heartily, and also smiled, "Brother Meng, I don't think that my Gongyi clan can only curve, ink fountain, planer, and saw,"

"Ahh When Meng Zhijing heard it, this was unhappy, hey, he did have some taste for his laughter, but the name of the Gongyi clan was big, except for woodworking tools and hook strong ladders, there seemed to be nothing. It's just that it was exposed by people in person, and it didn't look good on the face, and it wasn't a way of hospitality. Besides, he can still cure malaria. The carpenter can't go on and change his career.

Meng Zhijing thought in his heart, his face was honestly frightened, and he waved his hand again and again, "Where does the little brother dare, the craftsmanship of the craftsman is endless, where the little brother can peek into one or two, just say this signature pen, the little brother can't figure out its subtlety." ”

Yes, here we go again.

Gong Nian Huai had no choice but to smile and pat the sack under him, "Brother Meng, where did these medicinal materials come from, have they been used, and what is the effect?" ”

Sure enough, as soon as the public lost Nian Huai changed the topic, Meng Zhijing was on the set, indeed, as for whether the public loss family has changed careers, Meng Zhijing can't chase and ask, this is not a question, just know it. As for the Mongols fighting the Jin, who can beat whom, and whether the Mongols will attack the Great Song Dynasty, is not something that Meng Zhijing can determine. Leave the future to the future.

Malaria, on the other hand, is very real.

Meng Zhijing sighed, "It's better to talk than nothing." As he spoke, he pointed to the distance, "Isn't Brother Gong Yi wondering that there is no one in the wilderness, if Brother Gong Yi came more than ten days earlier, he would still be able to see it." Now, they have all shrunk back to Zaoyang and Xiangyang, and the middle ground has become like this. ”

"Xiangyang? There is also an outbreak in Xiangyang? Gong Yi Nianhuai said in his mouth, with thoughts in his head, Guo Jing Daxia had guarded Xiangyang. It seems that he can't hide.

Meng Zhijing nodded, "The Preparation Division is mobilizing medicinal materials from all over the country, and the Pharmaceutical Bureau is also developing medicinal materials day and night, but since the outbreak of the epidemic in early summer, it has not yet had an effect. Alas. Meng Zhijing sighed again and continued, "If the epidemic is not eliminated, where can we build water conservancy and open up wasteland?" The general judgment can be watched closely. ”

Not much to talk about, very informative. What is the preparation of the Division, and the Pharmacy Bureau, the general judgment, and the public loss Nianhuai listened dizzily. But the general meaning is still clear.

Tuntian is a task sent down from above, and the task has a quantity and a deadline. This general judgment seems to be in charge of this stall.

But with the epidemic, Tuntian had to stop, and it didn't work if it didn't stop, everyone was sick, how could they work.

If the disease cannot be cured, there will be no one to farm, and the task will not be completed. There is responsibility from top to bottom. So up and down are in a hurry.

Meng Hui is also one of the people who are in a hurry. As Meng Hui's eldest son, Meng Zhijing must share his father's worries, so Meng Zhijing is also anxious.

I rushed to the doctor in a hurry, and I bumped into it.

It is no wonder that when it comes to malaria, Meng Zhijing calls himself Mr., and as soon as he leaves the epidemic, he screams at his brother and his brother, so it is.

It seems that Meng Zhijing still doesn't believe in himself. Of course, he knows what is going on, but Meng Zhijing is not clear. If you want others to believe in yourself and respect yourself from the heart, you have to take dry goods.

Since this is the case, Gong Nian Huai will not explain. It's not easy to get dry goods. This is thanks to Tu Youyou and her daughter Yaonan.

Without Tu Youyou, I really don't know how malaria is cured, I've heard of cinchona cream before, but that thing seems to be a specialty of the Americas, and the current Great Song Dynasty should not have it. America hasn't been discovered by the dominant civilization yet.

If it weren't for the fact that his daughter Yao Nan was more skilled than herself, she would not have forced herself to extract artemisinin with her, and she would not dare to pat her chest with Meng Zhijing. It's just that the materials for extracting artemisinin are not available to the Great Song Dynasty at this time, and he has to make a cameo as a chemist.

Moreover, although there are two words Artemisia annua in artemisinin, Artemisia annua is indeed the name of a plant, but artemisinin is not extracted from Artemisia annua. Artemisinin can be extracted from a plant called Artemisia annua, which is very similar in appearance to Artemisia annua.