Daqin: A buff of incredible comprehension

"Of course." Qin Song said with a smile. "However, you seem to have changed a little..."

"When did I change?" Ziying asked in confusion.

"You never mentioned exploring the sea before." He looked at Ziying seriously. "You've always cared about the people of this continent."

He pointed to the two pieces of wood and said, "Let's make a bet: when this huge ship returns, one will be loaded with grain, livestock, and other supplies, while the other will be filled with gold, silver, and precious stones."

Ziying replied with a smile: "I don't want to bet, because I know the result will be what you want. In that case, why bother to waste my time?" After that, everyone laughed.

It was late at night and the next day, just as the dawn was breaking in the east, whispers were heard in the room.

"My mother said that my father is in a much better mood now and will not pursue the previous matter anymore."

"You should be more careful with your words in the future and think about what you should and shouldn't say."

Qin Song held Ying Xueer in his arms and gently advised, "Truth and error aren't so easily distinguished. It's always better to speak less. But I have my own principles, and there are some things I can't hold back from saying... You're lucky this time."

Ying Xue'er raised her head and questioned him, "Isn't this peaceful life good?" "Why did the emperor marry you to me? Is it just because you can flatter him?"

"There are countless flatterers in the world. If we really make him a princess for this reason, it will cause chaos! So I still stick to my beliefs and will do anything that is beneficial to the country." Qin Song responded firmly.

Ying Xueer was enraged by his words and was ready to throw a pillow at him; but he had already anticipated her every move and easily suppressed her.

The two of them joked for a while, and then the sound of servants busying around could be heard in the yard, so they ended their jokes and returned to their respective work.

"Remember to find suitable land today."

Qin Song responded and continued to lie in bed, meditating. He believed that the First Emperor wouldn't dare kill him just yet. Although the officials in the court were secretly and overtly monitoring him, it also meant that he still had value. The key was to exploit their conflicts to save his life.

The days that followed were ordinary. The carriage left the palace, accompanied by an impressive entourage. Qin Song rode closely beside the carriage, shaking his head and smiling bitterly as he thought of what had happened that morning. His wife had originally intended to occupy public land to build a workshop, but she had overlooked the importance of location.

After a journey of more than sixty miles, they arrived at a remote place but suitable for building a workshop - it was close to the Wei River, which was suitable for transportation, and there was also enough space to grow the required raw materials.

That vast wilderness could save a lot of money by collecting wild flowers and making spices every year. Ying Shiman had no interest in this land at first, but after listening to **'s words, she thought about it carefully and nodded with satisfaction.

"There's sand and gravel all around. Is there any loess?"

"We can save a lot of money by getting the soil and making bricks ourselves."

"Everything in the workshop is very expensive, so the yard must be built."

Ying Shiman asked after looking around.

"Who knows?"

“There should be one, but I don’t know where.”

**Spread your hands.

Ying Shiman looked at him helplessly: "Then come with me to take a look."

** smiled bitterly: "I'm almost falling apart from riding a horse, and it's difficult for me to walk anymore. You still want me to walk with you?"

**Pretend to be in pain.

Wang Zhiyin laughed and said, "You can't stand it after just walking a few dozen miles?"

** retorted: "Of course you're fine in the car. Our mounts are naturally shock-absorbing. How can I compare?"

In the end, Ying Shiman pulled Wang Zhiyin and called professional consultant Xiang Liling, and brought a large number of guards to check it out.

Han Xin tied up his horse and handed water to the soldiers who were resting under the shade of a tree.

"The weather is getting hotter." ** chatted with him and asked, "Do you know how to sail?"

Han Xin shook his head and said that if it was the Wei River, it would not be difficult to cross it back and forth, but he had heard from merchants that the waves on the sea were more than ten times greater. When the waves rose, they were as shocking as if they covered the sky and the sun.

Suddenly, the sheep shouted excitedly: "Look, the sheep!"

Han Xin smiled and pointed out that someone was herding sheep, and called the shepherd boy over.

The shepherd boy held the goat tightly and carefully approached after a thorough inspection. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

** said jokingly: "Just come out to relax."

The shepherd boy asked, "Are you from the city?"

"I guess so." **It was an understatement.

The shepherd boy blinked his eyes and said, "You are very powerful, aren't you?"

"It's nothing."

When the child pressed the issue of whether he had ever been to heaven or seen a fairy mountain, ** immediately fabricated a story about his flying experience and overseas experiences. Finally, the child mentioned that his sister was injured and in urgent need of medical treatment.

Looking at the shepherd boy's urgent expression and request, **'s heart moved and he couldn't help but think of his scientific research work - penicillin.

"How did you know I knew this medicine?" ** sighed. His attempts to extract mold to create an effective antibiotic had been stuck at the purification step. He stumbled upon a potential breakthrough using ancient oil purification methods.

After countless experiments, they finally found the layer containing effective penicillin. However, increasing its purity still requires continuous experimentation and research.

Faced with the shepherd boy seeking medical treatment, he felt the weight of his responsibility and said, "Don't worry, I really have effective medicine."

**Tell your child seriously that you will definitely help them.

"Sir, is this really the elixir you're talking about?" the child asked expectantly. "Don't worry," he assured her, "I'm a man of my word. I wouldn't lie to you."

After pondering for a moment, Lin Feng nodded.

The penicillin crafted by alchemists, like their elixirs, was shrouded in mystery. Even the gods couldn't determine whether the penicillin spores in the cellar could cure diseases, or whether they would be contaminated or mutate. Lin Feng pondered: Should I find someone to test the drug?

Otherwise, if it makes people sick or even dies after using it, wouldn’t that be even more outrageous?

"Even the magic medicine is not a panacea."

"Take me to see your sister's injuries first."

Lin Feng said in a deep voice.

"Okay, I'll take you there right away." The shepherd boy responded, then turned around and handed the goat to Lin Feng. "Here you go, the goat is yours."

"Xin'er, you lead the sheep."

"Uncle, do you really have an elixir?" Han Xin hesitated for a while and finally asked in a low voice.

"This remains to be verified." Lin Feng said calmly.

"Just give it a try. There's no one here anyway. If it doesn't work, just run away."

"Ah?!" Han Xin was shocked.

"There's nothing to be surprised about. We're all going to die sooner or later anyway, so what's the difference?"

"That's right..." Han Xinxin thought it made sense.

So the two of them followed the shepherd boy on foot, walked two or three miles, and finally arrived at a village hidden in the jungle.

"It's just ahead." The shepherd boy pointed excitedly to a place not far away.

"Hurry up!" Lin Feng looked around at this desolate place, his heart full of doubts, "Is this village where wild people live?"

"Not really. The savages have all taken refuge in the mountains. The land is too barren and can't support many people." Han Xin shook his head and replied.

Entering the village, Lin Feng saw more than a dozen dilapidated thatched huts and almost no pedestrians. If it weren't for the cultivated vegetable plots in the courtyard and the sound of barking dogs, he would have thought he had entered the underworld.

"Sir, please come here." The shepherd boy kept waving at the gate of the fence.

"coming."

Entering the courtyard, a weak groan was heard. A patient, his face sallow, curled up on the bed. The strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine mixed with the stench of decay was nauseating.

"Sister, we have some magic medicine at home that we got in exchange for the sheep. Your disease can be cured!" the shepherd boy said ecstatically.

Lin Feng was nearly knocked back by the stench as he entered. He saw only a leg covered in oozing yellow marks, the wound already festering and inflamed. The ground was covered in blood, making him nauseous and unable to eat.

"Don't be afraid, girl. We are not bad people. It is your brother who asked us to rescue you." Lin Feng explained.

"Xin'er, untie her gauze and take a look." Lin Feng ordered.

Han Xin nodded with all his might and whispered an apology in the patient's ear: "I'm sorry." He untied the bandages that had been wrapped around her for years and couldn't help but gasp - the strong smell almost made him faint.

"Uncle, the wound is already rotten and festering. The swelling is as big as a fist. The situation is probably not optimistic." After checking, Han Xin looked away, unable to bear to look at it.

"Got it. Come back with me to get the medicine."

After leaving the village, Lin Feng and Han Xin hurried back to their resting place, but they didn't see Ying Shiman and the others. It was normal for women to take a long time to shop. After leaving a mark, the two hurried home.

After a period of time, Lin Feng used perilla oil to purify penicillin in the cellar. Finally, he prepared a high-concentration solution, filled it into a syringe, and wrapped it and put it into a wooden box.

"Uncle, is this the elixir you mentioned?" Han Xin was very curious.

"Indeed. Actually, calling it a miracle drug is a bit of an understatement. Unless it's fatal, it's a true miracle drug."

Due to technological limitations, the volume of the syringe reached the standard for veterinary equipment, and Han Xin felt a chill.

There was a free trial available, so Lin Feng wanted to see if the traditional penicillin was effective.

When he returned to the village, the shepherd boy was standing at the gate of the fence, holding his sheep and waiting. "My dear, you are really back," he said.

"I, Lin Feng, never make promises easily."

Lin Feng dismounted again and ordered, "Do you have a stove and firewood at home? Let's boil some water first."

"Yes!" The shepherd boy rushed over to get some firewood and start a fire. "Uncle, what should we do?" Han Xin was feeling uneasy. Lin Feng took out a bottle of wine and handed it to him: "First, pour some in and tie him up. Once the alcohol takes effect, we can use a knife to scrape off the rotten flesh and apply gold wound medicine."

In the end, Lin Feng solved the problem with an injection.

Han Xin said worriedly, "Will this work? We should find a royal physician."

Lin Feng said firmly: "Why not? If it succeeds, everyone will be happy; if it doesn't work, just cover up the traces."

Despite this, Han Xin still felt heavy-hearted, but he had no choice but to agree.

Lin Feng entered the house carrying a jug of liquor, helped the unconscious girl up, and fed her half the jug. The girl choked and coughed continuously, and her originally sallow face finally showed some color.

"Tie her up."