Xianyang.

The cold wind is miserable.

A heavy snowfall made Xianyang, which has always been lively, rarely quiet.

The streets are sparsely populated.

Children in twos and threes, holding ice skates, are playing in the streets and alleys, and there is no sense of cold at all.

Ji Heng's door was closed.

He sat in the house, where there was a fire burning, a blanket draped over his body, and a bamboo slip in his hand, looking at the book leisurely, and glancing at the stove from time to time to see if the charcoal fire in it was enough.

He didn't look at some kind of imperial decree.

It's the Book of Words.

This is an enlightenment book compiled by Gongzi and others, and now it has been transcribed in large quantities and distributed to all parts of the world, and the junior academies in various places have also sprung up in this year.

An educational enlightenment involving tens of thousands of people in Guanzhong is slowly beginning.

Everything seems to be slowly getting on track.

Ji Heng looked at the various fables on it that were entertaining and educational, especially the familiar 'Little Ah Ma Xiao Erlang, carrying a schoolbag to school', and the corners of his mouth showed a knowing smile.

This kind of nursery rhyme seems to have been around for a long time.

But in these enlightenment books, it is also just right, and it is also catchy to read.

The corners of Ji Heng's mouth raised slightly, and he looked at it roll by roll.

He didn't know how long he had been watching.

It's dark.

The tea beside him was already cold, and even when his fingertips touched it, he could still feel an intrusive coldness, Ji Heng put down the bamboo slips, went to his back kitchen, selected a 'woad' from the courtyard, and simply fried it, and just dealt with dinner.

Then.

He went back into the house.

Continue to enjoy your own peaceful night.

Twilight.

There was only a creak, and the closed door was pushed open.

A tall figure appeared in the room.

Ji Heng glanced at it.

He put his gaze back on the book.

Looked at.

Fusu chuckled, didn't care, put down a piece of wine and meat casually, patted the snowflakes that fell on his shoulders, and shook his clothes outside, and then stepped into the house lightly.

He looked respectful and said, "Mr. Ji." ”

"Something?" Ji Heng didn't look up, still sweeping the bamboo slips.

Fusu took out a bamboo slip from his sleeve and put it on the desk, looking a little lonely, and said softly: "Doctor Xia Wuhe, I went this morning, and the incomplete prescription left by Mr. on the stones in the prison has been completely completed by Mrs. Xia." ”

said.

Fusu pushed the bamboo slip over.

Hearing this, Ji Heng raised his eyebrows, he glanced at the bamboo slip, did not open it, just nodded and said: "Old Lady Xia is very old, if the age is counted, I am afraid that he will be more than eighty." ”

"Seventy-three, eighty-four, sad since ancient times."

"With the age of the old lady Xia, it can be regarded as a happy funeral."

"I know the prescription."

"I also know what it is used for."

"The remnant prescription given by Mr. was actually completed by Old Lady Xia a long time ago, but it has not been gifted, and only when he dies will he let his disciples present this prescription." Fusu said lightly.

Ji Heng's face was calm, and he said slowly: "I can guess." ”

"Because it's not a doctor's prescription."

"It can only be used as an aid to healing."

"The reason why Mrs. Xia didn't submit it, you actually knew it in your heart."

"I told you about it a long time ago."

Fusu was silent.

After a while, Fusu sat down on the table.

He poured himself a cup of cold tea, it was very cold, but Fusu still drank it in one gulp, even if his face was already wrinkled when he drank it, but he still drank it all.

It seems that this cold tea can bring him some courage.

He said, "Sir, is there really no other prescription?" ”

"Broken ones are fine."

Ji Heng shook his head.

He glanced at Fusu deeply, and sighed lightly: "Prescriptions are not rare, any doctor can write dozens or hundreds of copies, but there are very few people in the world who can become famous doctors in the world and can always prescribe the right medicine." ”

He pushed the "Book of Words" in his hand over.

Fusu reached out and took it.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He smiled and said: "The "Book of Words" compiled by the second brother, the third brother and other younger brothers is indeed of great benefit to the education and enlightenment of the world, and my father and the emperor also praised it, and the second brother and they have even obtained the title of "no more." ”

Ji Heng said in a deep voice: "Yes, a few volumes of books are a road that the ancients may not be able to complete for decades. ”

"Now it's all sprinkled in the Book of Words."

"If the sons and sages can live in the world, I don't know how to praise this "Book of Words", and Confucius, Confucian, when he sees the primary school established by the imperial court over the years, will also be amazed."

"There is no class to teach."

"Now Qin Ting is gradually implementing it."

Fusu nodded.

In the past year, many people have only seen the frequent occurrence of major policies, but they have not seen that there are many more primary schools in the place, and when the spring begins, there will be school-age teenagers enrolled in school one after another, and over time, Daqin will cultivate thousands of literate talents.

This will also be the cornerstone of Daqin's stability in the world.

It's just that

He didn't come here for this purpose.

It's really unintentional.

He closed the bamboo slip and put it back in.

However, Ji Heng did not take this bamboo slip away, but pushed it over together with this bamboo slip and the prescription bamboo slip brought by Fusu, and he said lightly: "This is the new prescription." ”

Hear the words.

Fusu was stunned for a moment.

He stared at the two bamboo slips that were pushed in front of him in a daze.

His eyes were full of doubts and puzzles.

A copy of "Language Book", a copy of "Hemp Boiling Prescription".

Where are the new prescriptions?

He reached out and withdrew his hand again.

The contents of these two bamboo slips, he has already seen many times, although he can't do it without forgetting, reciting it like a stream, but he also knows the general content of these two bamboo slips, the two are completely incompatible, how can they constitute a new prescription?

Fusu's eyes swept back and forth over the two bamboo slips.

There are a lot of thoughts in my heart.

No matter how much he guesses, he can't think of where the 'new prescription' is.

In the end, Fusu smiled bitterly and said, "Fusu is stupid, I can't see where the 'new prescription' is, and I ask Mr. to remind him." ”

Ji Heng's expression was indifferent.

He chuckled lightly and said, "After the death of Old Doctor Xia, is there still a Imperial Doctor in the palace?" ”

"Of course, there is." Fusu said directly: "Although Old Imperial Physician Xia is the most skilled person in traditional Chinese medicine in the Tai Hospital, how can there be only one imperial doctor in the palace, and there are many imperial doctors. ”

Ji Heng said: "The disciple of Old Doctor Xia, can you enter the Tai Hospital?" ”

Fu Su hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly: "There are several disciples with superb medical skills who have entered the Tai Hospital. ”

Ji Heng said again: "How are the doctors of the Tai Hospital selected? ”

Fusu said in a deep voice: "Daqin has a very strict household registration system, almost all doctors are from the doctor's family, of course, it is not absolute, if there are doctors who are willing to teach others what they have learned in their lives, and recommend this person as a doctor, they can also enter the 'doctor' in the household registration industry." ”

"Therefore, the imperial doctors of Great Qin are mostly from a family of doctors."

"Or a disciple of a healer."

Fusu nodded.

Ji Heng chuckled and said: "Since the birth of the hundred schools, the medical family has been a small niche, basically rippling in one family. ”

"Only if there is no successor, or because of the oppression of some powerful people, they have to teach what they have learned to others, so they will secretly hide their own unique prescriptions, and the few people in the medical family are basically exposed to it since childhood, and they have a certain talent, and finally they will innovate and become doctors."

"However, there are few people who are so brilliant."

"There is only one Bian Que in the world, and there is only one Luban."

"The follow-up 'Bian Que' and 'Luban' not only failed to reach the height of their predecessors, but even could only sigh with admiration, whether it was a doctor or a craftsman family, under this hierarchical system, there was a lack of innovation consciousness."

"These 'descendants' can only pick up the wisdom of their predecessors."

"It's just that I'm still not good at learning."

"One generation is not as good as the next."

"If I remember correctly, your ancestor King Zhaoxiang once taught himself medical skills."

Fusu nodded and said, "This is indeed the case." ”

Forthwith.

Fusu's face froze.

He already vaguely understood what Ji Heng was talking about.

Didn't King Zhaoxiang have a doctor by his side?

Naturally, there is.

But why did the first king of Zhaoxiang prefer to learn his own medical skills rather than use them? Is it really because he is very talented in medicine? But this may not be, after all, the first king of Zhaoxiang is the king of a country, and under the opportunity of the day, how can he have so much time and energy to learn medical skills.

Correct.

The first king of Zhaoxiang lived to be more than seventy years old.

Although as an ancestor, I can see a lot of medical books, but I don't know anything about medical skills, and finally heal myself and finally live a long life, which may not be explained by self-study.

After all

The medical books that the ancestors saw, these imperial doctors can also read.

So why did the only ancestor live a long life?

Fusu was stunned.

He reacted immediately.

There is only one Bian Que in the world, and there is only one Luban.

Even if all of Bian Que's books are given to his descendants to learn, I am afraid that no one will be able to reach the height of Bian Que.

Passed down from generation to generation.

It's just that one generation is not as good as the next.

Unless there is a genius in one of these families.

Otherwise, it is the norm to ignore everyone.

But this probability is too low, and the root cause is that it is hereditary.

Philistine talent is the most.

The ancestors of Zhaoxiang may have some talent in medical skills, but they can surpass those imperial doctors so easily, I am afraid that it is precisely because those imperial doctors are too mediocre, as long as they have a little talent, they can surpass, which also explains why the ancestors of Zhaoxiang sneered at the imperial doctors and the monks.

It's not disrespectful.

It's that these people don't deserve it!

Rather than being treated by quack doctors, Zhaoxiang ancestors would rather go to the doctor themselves.

Looked at.

Ji Heng slightly bowed.

From Fusu's complexion, he was basically aware.

He said lightly: "In the past years when the hereditary family was the mainstay, all industries were revolving in one family, but not all families had talents, and not all families could always make progress, and mediocrity was the norm for hereditary families. ”

"Old-fashioned, holding on to the books of the past is also the norm."

"In this case, if the ancients did not provide a method, many families would be directly dumbfounded, and they could not provide any way, and the imperial court physicians may select some from the people, but as time passes, the position of the final imperial physician will gradually be monopolized by these hereditary imperial doctors, and some doctors with more medical skills will always be in the people."

"Medical skills have never been developed."

"A small illness becomes a major illness."

Fusu's heart moved.

He looked at the two bamboo slips beside him.

It's also completely understood.

The "Book of Words" is to popularize knowledge and open the door widely, while the "Ma Boiling Prescription" is the latest prescription.

If doctors break the old hereditary lineage and let these medical skills flow to the local area, perhaps some people with medical talents can step into the ranks of doctors, and then promote the progress of the entire medical family, so as to create more valuable and meaningful prescriptions.

In the case of the prosperity of doctors, many incurable diseases in the past may not be cured.

And this is what Ji Heng said about the 'new prescription'.

Fusu asked tentatively, "Mr. wants the doctor to enter the school room as well?" ”

Ji Heng nodded and shook his head.

He said lightly: "Medical skills should indeed be vigorously developed, which benefits everyone in the world, but if it is like "Yushu", in the junior school, then there is no need for this." ”

"The profession of medicine is to treat people by treating diseases."

"It's very demanding on people."

"Literacy is only the foundation, so a more reasonable way is to establish some hospitals on top of the primary school, like the regular school, select students who are interested in medical skills to enter, and let the world's famous doctors teach, and let these beginners, like 'beginner officials', try to be a doctor in the world, and under the big waves and sands, there will be real gold."

"That's how doctors can prosper."

"Only then can we create more 'Bian Que'."

Fu Su bowed his head.

This is indeed possible.

And except for the people of the medical family who will object, it is estimated that no one in the Manchu Dynasty will object.

After all, as Ji Heng said, this will benefit everyone in the world.

The medical skills have gone up.

The chances of survival are also greater.

Who would think that their life is too long?

But he does.

Again, not for this.

He spoke: "Mr. Gaojian, it's just the meaning of Fusu, not here. ”

Ji Heng nodded, and said in a deep voice: "I know your intentions, and I also know your thoughts, I am not a doctor, I can't give a prescription, if I want a prescription, only a doctor can take it out." ”

"Great Qin's imperial physician should have done a screening."

"The capable go up, and the mediocre go down."

"As for how to screen, it's also very simple."

"It's a mule or a horse, just pull it out and walk around, build a hospital in the city, let these doctors receive treatment, and let the relevant personnel register the final treatment, especially some incurable diseases, if there are any that cannot be cured."

"And he offered a large reward."

"Get local doctors involved as well."

"This place is not only limited to Guanzhong, but the whole world."

"Under the heavy money, there will be brave men."

"Artificially create a medical exchange platform, doctors from all over the world have the opportunity to participate in it, and gather the strength of so many doctors, maybe you can give the 'prescription' you want."

"The imperial court can also take advantage of this opportunity to kick out the imperial doctors in the Tai Hospital, and select some more skilled imperial doctors."

"Still."

"Healers are different from other professions."

"This is a very empirical and knowledgeable thing, so even if a 'prescription' is found, this hospital should continue to exist, so as to give these doctors more opportunities to accumulate experience, and also allow them to see more diseases, and if they encounter similar diseases in the future, they can find a cure faster."

"Healers are facing the world."

"It's not a family!"

(End of chapter)