However, after getting to know Zhu Han, Hua Shou knew that Zhu Han was enthusiastic about preaching and solving doubts, especially in medical skills, and he was not stingy with his talents.

"Haha, in fact, in the final analysis, this magical medicine can only be developed by using the posthumous works of Confucius!" Zhu Han said with a smile.

Kong Yuanlang and Hua Shou were stunned when they heard this.

They never thought that it could be related to Confucius.

Kong Yuanlang, a genuine descendant of Confucius, looked even more confused. He didn't even know what medical skills his ancestors knew, let alone the powerful medical skills that could cure tuberculosis.

"My lord, how do you say this?" Kong Yuanlang said quickly.

"To be honest, these magical medicines were accidentally made by me after I obtained a set of thirty-six volumes of Confucius' posthumous works and learned some basic knowledge from them!" Zhu Han said with a serious face.

"Thirty-six volumes of Confucius' posthumous works?"

Kong Yuanlang was even more confused. Why didn't he know any of these things about his ancestors?

"I've only heard of Confucius's poems, books, rituals, and the Analects of Confucius, but I've never heard of the thirty-six volumes?" Hua Shou also frowned and asked in confusion.

"So it's a coincidence! Our Red Scarf Army was marching in Huaixi to open a road. By chance, we found a secret cave and obtained a set of ancient suicide notes in it. After careful study, I found that they were the Thirty-sixth Book of Confucius' true biography.

The remaining chapters of the volume have been hidden in the cave for two thousand years for some unknown reason. It is really a pity!" Zhu Han said very seriously.

If future generations hear this set of rhetoric, they will definitely criticize it as a vulgar martial arts fantasy routine.

But for the ancients, it was unheard of.

Kong Yuen Long looked excited, saying, "My ancestors are so awesome."

"Confucius actually knew medical skills?" Hua Shou asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Zhu Han smiled and said: "The great road is the most true, and different paths lead to the same destination. A saint's article is enough to explain the pathology, and it can naturally cure the disease."

Afterwards, Zhu Han explained to Hua Shou what viruses, bacteria and infections are.

After hearing these words, Hua Shou was shocked. He never expected that he could treat diseases in this way.

"May I ask the Duke, what else is recorded in these thirty-six chapters?" Kong Yuanlang exclaimed.

"Actually, there were originally more than thirty-six chapters in Confucius's posthumous works. Unfortunately, after leaving the cave, they were quickly turned into dust. I only remembered thirty-six chapters." Zhu Han sighed.

"What a pity!"

"The book of sages can educate all peoples, what a pity!"

Kong Yuanlang and Hua Shou both sighed.

"However, I still recorded these thirty-six articles based on my memory. As for other defects, I can only rely on Mr. Kong's family background to make up for it step by step!" Zhu Han said.

Kong Yuanlang nodded solemnly, "Kong is obligated!"

"My lord, what do those thirty-six chapters record?" Hua Shou asked.

Zhu Han cleared his throat and said: "Thirty-six articles, namely mathematics, erudition, physics, chemistry, biology, geography, navigation, metallurgy, pharmacy, medicine..."

Zhu Han applied for thirty-six majors in one breath. These are basically books on various subjects awarded by the system for sign-in. After Zhu Han personally deleted them, they are very suitable for entry-level mastery in this era.

Kong Yuanlang and Hua Shou were both dumbfounded after hearing these so-called "Thirty-Six Posthumous Chapters of Confucius".

Almost 90% of them are completely incomprehensible.

"Are these really the teachings of Confucius?" Hua Shou couldn't help but ask.

Although he studied medicine, he came from a scholarly family. He had memorized the Four Books and Five Classics thoroughly since he was a child, but he never thought that Confucius had so many messy theories.

"Really, of course it's true!" Zhu Han said seriously.

"My knowledge is shallow and most of them have never heard of it. Could you please show me those books?" Kong Yuanlang said.

Zhu Han waved his hand, "No problem, no problem at all!"

Afterwards, several followers walked out holding thick stacks of books that had been prepared.

Kong Yuanlang and Hua Shou carefully opened these books with excitement.

Who would have known... After reading only two pages, the two people's faces completely fell.

Where the hell did this Confucius posthumous work come from!

Because they are all written on high-quality rice paper and have colorful illustrations!

In the era of Confucius, where did the paper come from? Where did the color illustrations come from?

"Sir, this...this picture is really unlikely to be handed down by Kong Sheng!" Kong Yuanlang really didn't know how to organize the words. This is a blatant fake.

"Oh, didn't I just tell you that the real Confucius' legacy has been destroyed. I ordered people to re-write, make and print them based on my memory." Zhu Han said.

Kong Yuanlang and Hua Shou looked at each other. This reason was justified. Anyway, the original work was gone, and any transcribed version would be fine.

"With so many books, I'm afraid there are millions of words in them. You wrote them all from memory?" Hua Shou couldn't help but ask.

When Zhu Han heard this, he couldn't help cursing in his heart: You talk a lot, but I have worked so hard to fake it, so I don't even feel sorry for you, so I just know to question it!

"Zhu has always had a good memory, so this is nothing." Zhu Han smiled very pretentiously.

"I wonder what you need me to do?" Kong Yuanlang asked.

"It's very simple. These posthumous articles of Confucius are true knowledge that can benefit all generations. I want scholars all over the world to learn the true knowledge of Confucius, instead of the rigid moral articles before!" Zhu Han

said.

That’s right!

Zhu Han's new imperial examination was precisely to use Confucius's name and adopt his own new knowledge.

"Ah? The Duke of Guo really has great ambitions!" Kong Yuanlang said with some embarrassment.

Kong Yuanlang was not a fool. He had already guessed Zhu Han's intention of asking him to come out. He just wanted to use his reputation as a descendant of the sage Kong to be the drummer for his so-called "Thirty-six Posthumous Postscripts of Confucius".

He wanted to refuse, but was a little afraid of the Red Turban Army's retaliation.

Moreover, he had just read some of the "Thirty-Six Posthumous Chapters", and there was some enlightening knowledge in them.

"These are the true knowledge of Saint Confucius, but they have been hidden for thousands of years. Now that they are revealed to the light, I must let the world learn the true knowledge of Saint Confucius. In order to prevent ordinary people from doubting the origin of these knowledge, I must teach Confucius the truth.

Sir, please cooperate!" Zhu Han said.

"Cooperate? How can you cooperate, sir!" Kong Yuanlang was stunned.

"These posthumous chapters of Confucius will be found in family heirlooms from now on. If genuine descendants of Confucius say this, no one will doubt them," Zhu Han said.

Kong Yuanlang suddenly had a dark look on his face, but in his heart he did not dare to have any other opinions and could only agree.

Zhu Han was overjoyed when he saw this, and gave Kong Yuanlang instructions on how to "false" step by step.

After all, although we Chinese scholars have bad guys, treacherous ministers and scoundrels, there are only a few fools who cannot be fooled by the clumsy Western ancient methods.

For example, when you think about it seriously, not many people believe the discovery of ancient books in a cave.

As for how a poor blind man herding sheep could write a million-word epic on expensive parchment, that is so ridiculous that no one would believe it.

And if it was collected by a family descended from Saint Kong, nine out of ten people would believe it.

There are some strange things about a family that has been passed down for thousands of years, but it is totally reasonable.

At this time, Zhu Han saw Hua Shou next to him, holding a medical anatomy book and reading fascinatedly. He immediately thought that this was a ready-made medical master who could completely rely on ancient books to write a book.

"Mr. Hua, if you like these books, you can take them back and read them carefully!" Zhu Han said.

Hua Shou's eyes widened immediately, and he held the medical book in his arms like a treasure, "Is what the Duke said true?"

"Of course it's true, but there's one thing I need your husband to promise me," Zhu Han said.

Hua Shou's breathing became rapid, "Please tell me, Duke, Hua Shou will definitely agree to everything!"

After just reading a few pages, Hua Shou was already deeply attracted by the content in the medical book. Such as anatomy diagrams, internal organs diagrams, skeleton diagrams and other introductory medical knowledge for future generations, it was enough for Hua Shou, the first miracle doctor in Jiangnan.

Falling in admiration.

Just a few pages of paper can already benefit so many people.

Hua Shou had already made up his mind. As long as he could read these books, he would agree to any of Zhu Han's conditions.

"Haha, in fact, it is a trivial matter for you, sir. These books are all a bit obscure. As for the wording and sentences, they are very inconsistent with the current situation. I would like to ask you to go back and read it carefully, and then adapt it to make it more useful.

More doctors and doctors can understand it," Zhu Han said.

"Ah? The Duke is planning to teach these medical skills to all the doctors?" Hua Shou was shocked. This is a secret that is not passed down!

"That's right, I not only want to teach all doctors and doctors, but I also plan to set up a medical examination in the future. Anyone who wants to practice medicine must pass the medical examination and obtain the imperial title before he can practice medicine!" Zhu Han said.

Ever since a bunch of rotten scholars in the Song Dynasty vigorously advocated the bullshit theory of "becoming a good doctor instead of being a good appearance", a large number of half-hearted quack doctors have begun to cause harm to the world.

Zhu Han naturally wanted to use this to eradicate these situations.

When Hua Shou heard this, he was moved to tears.

He stood up and bowed respectfully to Zhu Han.

"My Lord cares about all the people in the world, please pay me your respects to him!"

"Mr. Hua Shou, please wake up quickly!"

Zhu Han felt happy and easily solved the problem of 'Xinxue''s origin.
To be continued...