Zhang Xuezhou has the skill of weighing meat.

This is the ability he practiced in Zhangjiazhuang, but the approximate weight is easy to handle, and it is difficult to be accurate to one or two or even a few dollars.

The biggest obstacle to Zhang Xuezhou's refining of Bigusan is not grinding and boiling over low heat, but the inability to grasp the gram weight of the material.

In reality, there is a lack of Dan furnace, and Zhang Xuezhou lacks the simplest things in the real world in this world.

He lacked a precise measuring tool.

Without accurate measurement, it is impossible for him to form an accurate ratio.

Even Zhang Xuezhou's Bigu Sanlian molding could not be done.

He ended up with three grayish-brown pill pastes.

Although he knew that his medicine was far from reaching the threshold of Bigusan, Zhang Xuezhou was not ready to waste it.

He can't afford to waste it at the moment, no matter how long he can be hungry after eating three servings of medicinal paste, it is better than nothing, after all, the medicinal materials used by Bigusan are not poisons, and the medicinal paste is not very toxic.

"Two hundred and forty-eight and a half taels are gone?"

Looking at Zhang Xuezhou's failed sighs, Wang Er Mazi was very glad that he didn't learn this kind of ability.

He could see that Zhang Xuezhou had been so careful that he couldn't be picky when refining the boiling pill, but he still ushered in three consecutive defeats.

This high attrition will bankrupt an ordinary family, and a wealthy family cannot afford to survive a few more failures.

"It's better to boil herbs, at least it's not a loss!"

Wang Er Mazi thought about the herbs he had boiled, and felt that putting more and less would not affect the efficacy, and it didn't matter if the boiling time was shorter or longer.

As for whether the patient's illness is cured or not, it is another matter, after all, nine out of ten patients died, and it was good that he could save one.

"The kind of precision tool you are talking about may only be available in the imperial court!"

It wasn't until Zhang Xuezhou laboriously described it that Wang Er Mazi roughly understood what Zhang Xuezhou needed.

For barefoot doctors like them, a grip is weight.

And to be accurate to the extent mentioned by Zhang Xuezhou, Wang Er Mazi can only think of those officials who measure gold in the imperial court.

As the most valuable currency, gold is accurate to the smallest unit and is not estimated by a scale or a hand.

"That's a bit far away!"

Zhang Xuezhou thought about Dong Zhongshu's advice, thought about the distance between Shu County City and Chang'an City, and then thought about blending into the imperial court system.

That was enough time for him to starve to death hundreds of times.

"Isn't there a county guard either?" Zhang Xuezhou doubted.

"Then you have to ask the county guard," Wang Er Mazi said: "The old man is a barefoot doctor, and he doesn't know what happened to the county guard and the imperial court!" ”

"Next time I'll come to you to buy medicine!"

Zhang Xuezhou thought about it for a while, and finally had to arch his hand towards Wang Er Mazi, signaling that he was going to leave and return to the county guard's mansion.

"If you want to buy as much as you want, you have to tell Xiao Lao'er in advance, some of your medicinal materials are very valuable, and I have to go from village to house to collect them!"

Wang Er Mazi replied, and replaced the self-proclaimed old decay with a little old man, with a look of taking over a big business, Zhang Xuezhou only felt that it was difficult to stand up.

But in the face of his life, he had to solve the problems one by one.

Like everyone in Shu County, Zhang Xuezhou's most important thing to solve at the moment is hunger, and he can only talk about pursuit when his stomach is full.

The Emperor's confrontation with the Extraterritorial Heavenly Demon caused the chaos of time to change everything in his moment, in reality, he needs to rely on infusion to maintain his life, and in this world, he needs to borrow pills such as Bigu San to maintain it.

Either one day Zhang Xuezhou's work and rest return to normal, or his Gu Bigu technique will be completed one day, enough to starve for seven days, and Zhang Xuezhou will be able to get rid of the need of his body to maintain survival.

He went through a lot of calculations and medicinal property analysis in refining Pei Yuan Dan in the real world, and used a pressure cooker to boil it in one go.

But in this world, Zhang Xuezhou's alchemy experience failed in the accuracy of weight.

Zhang Xuezhou is deficient in accurate measurement, and Wang Er Mazi can't be so meticulous.

In order to be accurate, Zhang Xuezhou needs extremely delicate tools, which is what the world calls 'balance'.

He searched around the county guard's mansion, and when he found Wen Junshou and Dong Zhongshu, the two of them made a hollow iron pipe more than two zhang long in a blacksmith shop in Shu County City.

Unlike normal hollow iron pipes, this one also has a small curved blade built into it.

This is a more practical snake trap, but when the snake drills through the pipe, the body will be cut by the curved blade unconsciously, and if you turn around and drill out of the trap, you will be pulled by the curved blade barb, which will cause the wound to become larger and larger, and eventually lead to death.

"You can place that demon treasure at the end of this iron pipe, as long as you reverse the iron pipe, you can put it in, and there is a baffle stuck inside, and it won't fall out when you turn around!"

"Zhong Shu can actually design such a practical baby, what a wise man!"

"This is just a small path in the Mo family's Luban technique, and it's not worth mentioning that I pick up people's teeth!"

"Brother Zhongshu's erudition makes me ashamed!"

"Each has its own way, Zhong Weng's attainments in the Spring and Autumn Classics are profound, and I hope Zhong Weng will not hesitate to give advice!"

"If you ask, I will do my ......"

Dong Zhongshu and Wen Weng waited to be built in the blacksmith shop, and they also had their own exchanges.

It wasn't until Zhang Xuezhou listened for a while that the two stopped talking.

"Seeing that your face is full of gloom, could it be that there is a problem with alchemy?"

"Would you like to borrow a scale?"

Dong Zhongshu took the lead in watching, only to feel that Zhang Xuezhou's luck was the same as him, and he couldn't do anything.

Wen Weng received Zhang Xuezhou's request, which made him a little embarrassed.

"What you weigh is not a heavy object, but a medicinal powder," Wen Weng said, "If you want to be accurate to what you say, it can only be a magic weapon." ”

"You have this artifact?" Zhang Xuezhou said happily: "Don't worry, I just use it, and I can return it to you immediately after use, and I will definitely not delay a little longer." ”

"This magic weapon is generally useful if it is precious, but it is rare to say that it is not precious," Wen Weng said: "I have only seen Zhou Taiwei in Chang'an City, and he has used it once. ”

"Chang'an City Captain Zhou!" Zhang Xuezhou was surprised.

"The Zhou Mansion was raided, and that weighing instrument is afraid that it will fall into the treasury!"

Wen Weng sighed, and Zhang Xuezhou breathed a sigh of relief.

How can he insist on going to Chang'an City.

According to the seven days that he was now out of his body, it was difficult to get someone to take care of him, and it was almost impossible to take him on a long journey.

"The biggest problem of Heng is the fineness of the construction of the magic weapon, the material is not outrageous, I have three taels of fine gold, if I can ask this Liu Yishou blacksmith to build according to the drawing, it is not that I can't build a magic weapon of Heng!"

"Please help, Master Dong!"

Wen Weng had no choice, and Dong Zhongshu pinched his beard and had some ideas.

This made Zhang Xuezhou immediately lower his head and ask for help.

"But these three taels of fine gold are the things I use to create a magic weapon," Dong Zhongshu said: "You must know that it is very sad that the monk does not have a magic weapon to take advantage of, and he can hardly react to an accident. ”

"Fan, I have a magic weapon fan!"

Zhang Xuezhou patted the bag, and the magic weapon fan that he had previously obtained from Dong Zhongshu was immediately taken out.

"You give me a magic weapon scale, and I will give you a magic weapon fan!"

"That's a good feeling, it just so happens that I know some of the ways in the Mo family's Luban technique!"

Zhang Xuezhou's upper path made Dong Zhongshu smile.

After more than two years, this magic weapon fan is finally officially back in his hands.