Daqin: White porridge and pickled mustard tuber, I became the national teacher

"Gulu gulu."

My stomach growled at the right moment.

Qi Pan nodded, "Okay ahem... I'm just hungry."

As she said this, she propped herself up and sat up, covering herself with the quilt.

Half leaning against the head of the bed.

The quilt is still wrapped tightly.

Ying Zheng took the porridge and handed it to Qi Pan.

"Come on, sir, have a drink first."

"it is good."

Qi Pan was about to reach out to take the bowl when he saw Ying Zheng take his hand back.

"Hmm? Ahem... Bro, what are you doing?"

You won't let me drink?

Ying Zheng said, "You still seem a little weak, I'll feed you."

what?

Feed me porridge?

Qi Pan coughed and said, "Cough cough cough! No...No need, brother, I can drink it myself."

"Hey! I can do it myself!"

"No!"

Ying Zheng said, "I don't think you can."

"Sir, don't be shy. Since you call me brother, my brother is sick. As a brother, what's wrong with me feeding him a bowl of porridge?"

As he spoke, he held the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other.

After scooping a spoonful of porridge, he let it cool for a while and then handed it to Qi Pan's mouth.

"Come on, sir, open your mouth."

Qi Pan blinked and said, "Ahem...thank you brother."

Open your mouth, hold the spoon, and swallow the porridge on the spoon into your stomach.

Ying Zheng continued to scoop a spoonful of porridge, let it cool for a while, and then sent it over.

Qipan opens his mouth and eats.

Just like that, one spoonful after another.

Until the bowl of porridge was empty.

Ying Zheng asked, "Is that enough? Would you like another bowl, sir?"

"No, no need."

Qi Pan said, "I'm already...full."

"Okay, then sir, if you are hungry later, just tell me."

Ying Zheng said, "The porridge is always warm in the kitchen, so you can eat it whenever you are hungry."

"Is there anything you'd like to eat, sir?"

Qi Pan thought about it and shook his head, "No, I don't have much appetite now."

"By the way, brother, could you please bring me the box of medicine from before?"

Ying Zheng put the bowl in his hand on the table, took out the medicine box from the suitcase and handed it to Qi Pan.

Qi Pan took it and took out a thermometer from it.

Wrap yourself in a blanket and place the thermometer under your armpit.

Ying Zheng asked in confusion, "Sir, what are you doing?"

"Take your temperature."

Qi Pan said, "I'm not sure if the fever has gone down, let's take the temperature and see."

Ok?

Measure temperature?

"Sir, is the thing you just took used to measure the temperature?"

"Yes."

Qi Pan said, "This is a mercury thermometer. It is clamped under the armpit to measure the body temperature."

Mercury thermometer?

Can it be used to detect human body temperature?

Before Ying Zheng could speak, Qi Pan said, "This mercury thermometer is difficult to make. I don't even have any information about it on my phone."

"I brought two here, brother, if you like it, I'll give you one."

"Hey, there's another one in the medicine box, take it yourself."

"The long, round, and slightly transparent one."

Ying Zheng took out the thermometer from the iron box.

There were some characters engraved on this small thing that he couldn't understand.

"Brother, I'll teach you how to see."

Qipan took the thermometer out from under the quilt and looked at the temperature displayed on it.

Thirty-seven degrees two.

Fortunately.

The fever is gone.

She waved at Ying Zheng, "Brother, come here."

Ying Zheng took a step forward and bent down.

........

When Ying Zheng returned to Xianyang Palace, it was already dark.

Xia Wuqie stood beside the carriage and said, "Your Majesty, since there is nothing else, I will return to the Imperial Hospital first."

After paying his respects, Xia Wuqie turned and walked towards the Imperial Hospital.

He sat in the inn for most of the day today, but His Majesty didn't ask him to go upstairs for treatment.

such a pity.

I didn't even see the gentleman.

I wonder when I can see you, sir?

Ying Zheng first went to a side hall to change into clean clothes before he began to deal with state affairs.

As soon as Wang Wan saw Ying Zheng coming in, he hurried forward.

"His Majesty!"

"How is your mood, sir?"

They all knew that Qi Pan was sick.

Ying Zheng said, "It's nothing serious. You will be fine after a few days of rest."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Wang Wan breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm glad you're alright, sir."

While the two were talking, Meng Tian, ​​Fusu and Feng Quji all arrived.

When the three of them saw Ying Zheng, the first thing they said was.

"Your Majesty, how is the sir?!"

"It's nothing serious, just rest for a few days."

After saying this, Ying Zheng looked towards Meng Tian and said, "Mr. Meng, have you arranged the follow-up work?"

Meng Tian: "Please rest assured, Your Majesty! Everything has been arranged!"

"Compensation for the people who bought shops on the street has been fully distributed!"

"Ah."

Ying Zheng nodded slightly, then turned to look at Feng Quji, "How is the papermaking going?"

"I was just about to report this to Your Majesty."

Feng Quji took out a few pieces of paper from his sleeve and handed them to Ying Zheng.

"Your Majesty, this was developed by me and my craftsmen according to the recipe you gave me."

He pointed to two of the papers and said, "This is the first batch of paper produced. It's a little rough."

“This is the second batch of paper produced after the craftsmen improved it and conducted many experiments.”

“Compared with the first batch, the quality and flexibility of the paper have been greatly improved.”

"Yes, Not Bad."

Ying Zheng looked at the two clearly distinguishable pieces of paper in his hand and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Feng."

"It's not hard work!"

Feng Quji said, "It is my honor to share your majesty's worries!"

"Besides, this paper benefits the entire Qin! I dare not complain!"

Meng Tian, ​​who was standing by, looked at the paper in Ying Zheng's hand and was only slightly surprised for a moment.

When Your Majesty gave him the recipe for making a brush, he had already told him about paper.

He also knew the benefits of paper, but at this moment he was just a little amazed that Feng Quji could actually make paper in such a short time.

It’s really fast!

It was the first time that Fusu heard the word paper.

It was also the first time he saw paper. He widened his eyes and looked at what Ying Zheng was holding in his hand in confusion.

"Father...Father, this thing is called paper?"

"Ah."

"Did that gentleman give this to you?"

"Yes and no."

Ying Zheng said, "It was the recipe for papermaking given by the master, and the paper made by the craftsmen."

He still keeps the paper given by the gentleman in his private vault.

"Father, what can this paper be used for?"

"write."

Ying Zheng handed a piece of paper to Fusu and said, "Go get a cloth pen and write a few words."

"okay!"

Fusu took the paper, ran happily to the table, picked up a cloth brush, dipped it in ink and started writing.

Suddenly, a few small seal characters appeared on the paper.

"Father! Father! These words! This paper!"

Fusu ran to Ying Zheng in two or three steps with the paper in his hand, "Father, this paper is great!"

"I naturally know that this paper is good."

Ying Zheng said, "You are not allowed to tell anyone about this papermaking."

"Especially those sour Confucianists."

Fusu quickly responded, "Yes! Father! Please rest assured, I will keep it a secret!"

After Wang Wan, Feng Quji, Fusu, Meng Tian and others left.

After Ying Zheng had dealt with the pile of state affairs, he remembered that the cassava he had brought back from Qi Pan had not yet been processed.

This cassava is not suitable for planting near Xianyang and needs to be sent to other counties for trial planting.

Who should be assigned to plant?