I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

In fact, the ideas of ancient Eastern and Western medicine in treating malaria are similar. The East mainly relies on emetics, while the West mainly relies on laxatives.

Of course, Artemisia annua is an important discovery of ancient Chinese medicine, which provides a valuable weapon for the anti-malarial cause.

However, whether it is Artemisia annua or Artemisia annua, the effect of directly decocting it or taking it with wine can only be said to be unsatisfactory.

In the [-]th century, Westerners discovered in South America that the bark of the cinchona tree could be used as a special medicine for malaria, and cured Emperor Kangxi with this medicine, which is considered a butterfly wing in history.

However, with 200 years of use, the resistance of malaria parasites has become more and more obvious.

Simply grinding the bark of the cinchona tree as a medicine is no longer effective enough to treat malaria.

Chapter 402

In 1820, the French chemists Beriti and Caventu bark separated and extracted the active ingredient cinchonaine, which was later the famous quinine.

Although it will cause serious side effects such as hearing, visual impairment, and headache, in this era, quinine is a special medicine for the treatment of malaria, and its price far exceeds that of gold.

Gu Hongming's less than one pound was naturally not enough to buy quinine, he just wanted Wu Peng to grab some herbs for Wu Xiaomei, or buy some opium.

Although there is no way to cure Wu Xiaomei's wobble, at least it can relieve her pain and help her get through the most dangerous week.

It is still possible for malaria to heal itself.

The noble rely on magic medicine, but of course the poor can only rely on self-healing.

Self-healing takes time.

So Gu Hongming was very surprised, why would she be fine in three to five days?

Could it be that in addition to being beautiful, Miss Wu has a different physique than ordinary people.

"No...no..."

After hesitating for a while, Wu Peng still took out something from his pocket.

Gu Hongming took a closer look and saw that it was a red booklet, only the size of a palm, with a picture of a handsome young man wearing a black gauze crown and a wide-sleeved dragon robe on his body.

"It turns out that Zhonghua's clothes can be so beautiful..."

Gu Hongming murmured subconsciously.

When he was a child in Penang, he saw that the orientals were pretty good if they had only one piece of clothing, but the clothes they wore were all gray and dirty.

On the contrary, Western businessmen and missionaries are all well-dressed and well-groomed.

Although there are also many foreign sailors who are equally sloppy, they are still much better than the Chinese coolies on the pier.

Gu Hongming never knew that Zhonghua's clothes could be so beautiful.

Although there was no hint, he instinctively decided that the portrait in the red booklet was Chinese, even though he didn't have braids.

Gu Hongming was slightly distracted by the exquisite pattern, and he soon noticed the text under the pattern.

Compared with fluent English and proficient Portuguese, Gu Hongming's Chinese level is very ordinary, and he doesn't know many Chinese characters.

Fortunately, the Chinese characters in this book are not complicated.

"Notes on the Life of the Son of Heaven?"

Gu Hongming frowned, "What is this? Also, Wu Peng, can you read?"

"Of course the idiot brother can't read!"

At this time, Wu Xiaomei came out of the room, took her brother's arm and said, "However, the seniors in the East Academy will explain to us every day, and I can already memorize the first three pages of text!"

Although the sons and daughters who went to Nanyang still retain Chinese culture, they are not so particular about etiquette and defense.

Otherwise, according to those rotten scholars, even brothers and sisters cannot have such skin-to-skin relationship.

Of course, Wu Xiaomei did not bind her feet either, because she also had to help cut rubber like the boys.

Gu Hongming took a look, and Wu Xiaomei's complexion, which was sometimes as white as white paper and flushed like blood, had indeed returned to the slightly dark color it used to be.

After all, she is a Nanyang female worker. It is impossible to be fair, but she is still very beautiful.

At least in Gu Hongming's eyes.

This future brothel boss, a proficient prostitute, a shameless old thief with one wife and one concubine lover, is still a pure boy now.

"That...little sister, thank the Lord, you finally recovered!" Gu Hongming said happily, "I pray for you every day!"

"..."

Wu Xiaomei bit her lips and shook her head: "Master Gu, it's not the credit of any master. His Majesty Zhu Fugui said that there has never been a god, there are only Chinese sons and daughters who work hard and fight bravely... As long as you unite around His Majesty Fugui, Then we are the greatest power in the world!"

"And my disease came from Tangshan, oh no, it was cured by the magic medicine from Daming, which was developed by us Chinese ourselves! Although it is not free, Eunuch Li only charged us ten coconuts as a gift." remuneration!"

"Payment? Coconuts?"

Gu Hongming was stunned, "Aren't there coconuts everywhere here?"

Wu Xiaomei nodded and said affirmatively: "Eunuch Li is really a good person. He said that this medicine is called chloroquine. It is better than the quinine that foreigners regard as a treasure. It is a kind of magic medicine. The most important thing is that the side effects are small. Much more!"

Compared with quinine, the side effects of chloroquine are of course much smaller, and the synthesis is simple and cheap.

At that time, it will be the opportunity for artemisinin to shine.

"Anyway, it's such an expensive medicine. Eunuch Li only took ten coconuts from me and my brother, and he ate them all in a few breaths. That's amazing!"

When Wu Xiaomei talked about Eunuch Li, her eyes were full of little stars.

If it wasn't for his father-in-law, Gu Hongming would be jealous.

but……

The fierce man who can eat ten coconuts in one sitting is also a father-in-law. A legendary name——Zheng He—can't help appearing in Gu Hongming's mind!

Master Zheng He, is he really back?

When he was a child, he heard his grandfather tell the story of Zheng He and the treasure ship of the Ming Dynasty. When his grandfather mentioned the magnificent ship, his cloudy old eyes were particularly bright.

But my father said that this is what the older generation believed. Zheng He's treasure ship had already sunk and rotted away, and there would never be another Zheng He who came here with a Chinese fleet.

era……

It doesn't belong to the East anymore!

Shaking his head, Gu Hongming asked again: "Is the East Society you mentioned founded by Eunuch Li? Isn't it an organization similar to the God Worship Society?"

Because of Pastor Brown, Gu Hongming was very disgusted with all kinds of hypocrisy, and the God worshipers who came to Penang before seemed not very kind.

"No, Dongxue is definitely not such a low-level thing!" Wu Xiaomei and Wu Peng said in unison.

Speaking of Dongxue, Wu Peng, who had been submissive before, suddenly became serious, and even his voice became high-pitched, "Master Gu, I'm sorry, although you always said that the Lord is omnipotent, I firmly believe what His Majesty Zhu Fugui said is true." It's the truth!"

"If the God that foreigners say is really omnipotent, why can't he cure my little sister's malaria? If he really doesn't care, why did he let the Black Death rage on Europa?"

When it comes to excitement, Wu Peng has even forgotten the difference in identity, and his fingers are almost pointing to the tip of Gu Hongming's nose.

Wu Peng woke up suddenly, and quickly said: "I'm sorry, Master Gu, you are a good person, and Mr. Brown is not bad, I am not targeting you."

But Gu Hongming was not as angry as Wu Peng imagined, but thoughtful.

Europa he knew.

It was the first time Gu Hongming had heard of what the Black Death was.

In just a few days, he discovered that the Wu Peng brothers and sisters who had no idea of ​​the world outside of Penang had become completely different.

Gu Hongming suddenly asked: "Just now you said that there will be people giving lectures every day in this Eastern Society, right? Can I also participate?"

"Anyone who is Chinese can participate, and today is Xia Jijiu teaching in person!"

Wu Xiaomei said happily, "If it's Master Gu, he will definitely have the opportunity to study in the Holy Kingdom!"

……

Unlike what he imagined, the gathering in dilapidated wooden houses in Chinatown, Gu Hongming was surprised to find that the place where Dongxue lectured was actually in a strange building not far from the pier.

This building called [Dong Xue Guan] is not a traditional wooden Chinese building, nor is it the Portland cement building widely used by foreigners today.

Gu Hongming was even more shocked when he learned from Wu Xiaomei that the two-story building was built by those "Ming people" in only three days.

As the sky was getting darker, Gu Hongming found that many Chinese had arrived one after another.

He even found out that most of them were young people.

Are you not looking for an organization for middle-aged and elderly people to join the church?It's rare, isn't it generally better for middle-aged and old people to develop?

At this time, a scene that surprised Gu Hongming even more appeared.

With the crisp sound of crackling, the lights in all the rooms of [Dongxue Building] turned on.

Electric lights, this is an extremely luxurious thing.

Gu Hongming only heard Mr. Brown mention the existence of electric lights. It is said that only in the Government House of India will there be such a good thing.

The Ming Dynasty’s humanitarian aid fleet and the Ming Jinghai Fleet have presented durable, bright and elegant tungsten bulbs to the Governor’s Office of the British Malaya, allowing the Governor and a group of British civil servants to live a life that is even more beautiful than the Governor of India. A decent gentleman's life.

It is impossible to travel in Southeast Asia without the nod of the Malay Governor.

Of course, the French, Dutch and Spanish also exist here.

However, the Ming Dynasty and the Third French Republic are still in a state of war, and it seems that there is no possibility of reconciliation between the two parties. Therefore, there is no need for the Jinghai Fleet to go to Champa and Khmer to find it boring.

And the Dutch, the Spaniards...

As long as the British nodded, would they dare to say no to Daming?

If their minds are confused, Da Ming doesn't mind following the example of the Spanish-American War to let these outdated powers understand what is called the old ruler of King's Landing for 5000 years!

But well...

As we all know, Nan Zhonghai now has the final say with Ying, and Daming still has to pay the protection fee that should be paid.

There must be strategic determination!

Since the political status of the Governor-General of Malaya is much lower than that of the Governor-General of India, or even that of the Governor-General of Hong Kong, the British civil servants in Malaysia are still relatively poor.

Poor ghosts are always content.

After sending out all kinds of rare treasures, especially after secretly stuffing a huge ruby ​​of the same style as Tang Sangui—the heart of Chen Yuanyuan into the palm of the governor, Daming obtained the South China Sea, except Champa and Khmer. Unimpeded navigational power.

Zhu Fugui hoped that the Governor-General could keep Yuanyuan Heart as a family heirloom and pass it down from generation to generation.

Otherwise, if he traded it early in the morning, it would be very difficult for him to explain to Comrade Tang Sangui.

But well...

Now the friendship between Sangui and Daming is no longer measurable by a mere ruby.

In other words, Comrade Tang Sangui, who wanted to become the king of Israel and the living Solomon, was loyal to Daming, even if he was loyal to him.

The Austrian painter was not the first European monarch to reject the Jews in history, nor was he necessarily the cruelest one.

It's just that he was the only one who was liquidated.

From the Scottish Highlands to the jungles of Burma, Jews were never welcome, persecuted and purged.

Now that Ming Dynasty has demonstrated its unrivaled potential and the hope of establishing a Jewish state is just around the corner, how could Tang Sangui not bet everything on it?

Chapter 403 Admiral Li goes to Nanyang

In the lounge of the Donggaku Building.

"Father, your antihypertensive drugs, liver protection tablets, lipid-lowering drugs, hypoglycemic drugs, and vitamin tablets!"

Father-in-law Li Chunfa took a large handful of pills from his adopted son Li Fuming.

Then I picked up a coconut, opened the scoop with a waist knife, poured my secret formula into it, and inserted a very thick straw.

Then he gulped down the pills in one gulp.

Li Fuming took the empty coconut shell and said worriedly: "Father, the sugar content is too high, you should drink less..."

"Hey, my father also knows, but didn't the coke on the boat run out long ago? My father can only quench his thirst with weak coconut milk. It's hard to swallow without some secret ingredients."

Old eunuch Li clicked his mouth, he missed Fengdu's Coke a little.

Due to the thousands of miles of sailing, the load and space on the ship are extremely precious. In order to pack more medicines and supplies, Lao Li has not tasted the traditional state banquet of the Ming royal family for a long time.

"Although there is no Coke, Nanyang is indeed a place of geomantic omen!"

Durian, jackfruit, mangosteen, three catties of curry fried crab, and various sweet cakes, barbecue and fried rice...