The red boy was satisfied, turned around and took out a piece of black charcoal as a pen, and wrote a horizontal on the stone wall: "One! ”

The children shouted, "One. ”

Where did the red boy come from to teach too many times patiently, and after teaching once, he asked, "Do you remember everything?" ”

How dare the children say that they don't remember, one by one, their little heads nod desperately.

The red boy was satisfied: "Okay, write it on the ground ten times for me!" When you're done, tell me what you're writing. ”

One by one, the children lowered their heads and began to write, although crookedly abounded, but in general, they could still recognize it.

Jiang stood on the side, helping to explain what this one meant.

The red boy is also happy to be idle.

When Jiang finished speaking, Red Boy casually pointed to a child: "What kind of words did you write?" ”

"One!" The child shouted awkwardly.

The red boy was very satisfied, and turned around and added a short horizontal on top of one: "This is two!" ”

The children shouted two.

Chicken blood was written ten times, and Jiang continued to explain what the second meant by two.

The red boy then taught three more, and the children followed suit......

But after teaching three, it's time to eat.

Red Boy waved his hand: "That's all for today's lesson, let's go eat!" Tomorrow to continue! ”

As soon as the children heard that class was over, they wanted to run one by one.

As a result, I heard the red boy behind him say in a negative voice: "I will take these three words tomorrow, if anyone doesn't know, I will eat him!" ”

The children didn't understand very well, but after Jiang's translation, they suddenly drooped their heads one by one, and gestured out of thin air all the way, muttering in their mouths: "One, two, what did you come from?" ”

Then everyone asked each other to make sure it was one, two, three, and then went to dinner.

"Master, I'm teaching well, aren't I?" Red Boy grinned.

Fang Zheng nodded: "Yes, keep up the good work." ”

The red boy said, "Master, since you think I'm doing a good job, why aren't you so happy?" ”

Fang Zheng sighed and said, "I want to be happy as a teacher, but I don't have any paper." ”

"Toilet girl paper? Master, don't suffocate, you really can't use grass leaves. Red Boy asked.

Fang Zheng raised his hand to give him a violent shudder: "What toilet is out of paper?" The whole temple is our dual-purpose paper, such a large volume, it is enough for the New Year. ”

The red boy said, "Master, then you still say that there is no paper?" I thought the toilet was out of paper. ”

Fang Zheng said: "It doesn't matter if there is paper there, it's not that I didn't use grass leaves, dried bud rice leaves or anything when I was a child." I'm worried that I don't have the paper to write a book. ”

The red boy said, "Master, you want to write a book?" Don't we still have paper in the toilet? ”

Fang Zheng shook it off again: "Feelings write a book for the teacher, you just want to use it as toilet paper, right?" ”

Red Boy asked, "Or else?" What else can you do? ”

Fang Zheng said: "I want to help them write a medical book." ”

"Master, will you?" The red boy looked at Fang Zheng suspiciously.

Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "There are not many people who know, only a few earthworks and some basic knowledge of medicinal materials." Although it is very basic, it is also a heavenly book for them. This is to help them create the foundation of medicine, and it is impossible not to write about it. ”

The red boy said, "Then do you know how to make paper?" ”

Fang Zheng smiled bitterly: "Do you really think that your master and I are omnipotent?" Most of my skills came from when I was a child, when I was too poor and had to study in order to solve some problems of eating, drinking, and lazing. But after all, that is the study of civilized society, and it will not be exhaustive. ”

Red Boy said, "That's difficult......"

At this moment, the squirrel jumped over: "Master, don't I see that the mountains are all carved in stone?" Or do you also carve in stone? ”

Fang Zheng looked back, and pointed to a big mountain behind the temple, the mountain is very high, and the cliff is as smooth as a mirror, which is suitable for carving.

But the question arises again, how big does he have to carve on such a high mountain so that the people below can see it?

But on second thought, why look below?

Fang Zheng suddenly found his idea, slapped his head, and did it!

"Apprentices, starting today, let's open the mountain and engrave the letter!" As he spoke, Fang Zheng ran to the firewood room and looked for a chisel and a hammer.

"Pure law, give the woodcutter to the teacher! Purify your heart and come with you, so that the teacher has a place to use you. Fang Zheng shouted back.

The lone wolf, who had been lying lazily lying there to bask in the sun, immediately got up and followed with a woodcutter in his hand.

The squirrel was curious and followed the squirrel over.

Only the monkey was cleaning the yard with the old god there, looking like it had nothing to do with me.

As for the salted fish, I don't know where to go for a long time.

The world is very bad for classic cars, because there is no road for him to run, and his only pleasure now every day is to turn on and off the lights, and then go to sleep, and run wild on the prairie in his dreams.

When Fang Zheng arrived at the back mountain, he threw the firewood knife to the red boy: "Go and cut some cold bamboo." ”

"Master, what do you want Hanzhu for?" Red Boy asked.

Fang Zhengdao: "To build a plank road for the teacher, go all the way, and write all the way." ”

The red boy suddenly realized and hurried to cut the bamboo.

Fang Zhengze began to carve words from the side of the mountain, which involved a large number of medicinal materials, usage, dosage, and pharmaceutical knowledge.

However, they are all very superficial, such as the practice of pounding medicine pestles and medicine jars, such as what a certain medicinal material looks like, where it likes to grow, where it can be used in medicine, and what diseases can be cured.

At first, Fangzheng also wanted to write in detail, such as what is a cold and what is the pathology......

But then he thought about it and gave up, because if he really wanted to write like that, the mountain would not be enough for him.

Most importantly, it is too complicated for savages whose literacy level is almost below the level to understand.

Therefore, Fang Zheng first wrote the theory of the five elements of yin and yang in the front, and then explained all of them in the five elements of yin and yang.

For example, in rheumatism, the yin qi is too heavy, and it is necessary to remove the yin and replenish the yang......

For example, some diseases are too complicated, and they are collectively called evil spirits.

In this way, the content that was originally going to be written can be clearly expressed in a few words.

At this moment, Fang Zheng had to sigh that the treasures left to him by his ancestors were really treasures! If you want to be simple, you want to be simple, if you want to be complex, the five elements of yin and yang have unfolded, and that is a thick pharmacology book! The kind that can't be said for days and nights. On this basis, future generations can infinitely deduce, superimpose, and apply various diseases.

As a result, the most basic and crude medical works in history were chiseled out under the hammer of Fangzheng.

Of course, Fang Zheng didn't write down the theoretical basis of the five elements of yin and yang, because he had already written it down on a piece of paper at home, and he would just hand it over to Jiang when the time came.

Fang Zheng also thought about bamboo slips, but he didn't know the production process of bamboo slips, and if they were simply dried, he was afraid that they wouldn't be stored for long.

And carved in stone, at least it can last for a few decades, and these decades are enough for future generations to learn.