"To deal with the plague, we need a lot of supplies, food, liquor, silk... these all need to be prepared. When the time comes, I will make a list, and Bufan will help you prepare."
"I understand Master Muchuan, but there is one thing I don't understand."
Ouyang Bufan just asked about the uses of liquor and silk. According to his idea, isn't the most important thing to deal with the plague is food?
What are the functions of liquor and silk?
It's no wonder that Ouyang Bufan didn't know. After all, he was an ancient person and his understanding of things like bacteria and germs was very superficial.
Liquor, for example, was considered a delicacy by the ancients, but its 75% alcohol content can also kill bacteria and germs, making it a very natural disinfectant.
If there is an outbreak of plague, liquor of appropriate concentration will come in handy.
As for the silk fabric?
That's for a mask!
The conditions in ancient times were limited, and it was almost impossible to make a mask that meets modern medical standards. For this reason, we can only make a simple version of the ancient mask. Although the defensive effect is greatly reduced, it is still better than nothing.
At this time, Muchuan talked about bacteriology and basic medical knowledge with Ouyang Bufan and Mo Zhu. Although they were very smart, they didn't understand much.
For example, Ouyang Bufan tilted his head and asked: "According to what Master Muchuan said, bacteria are a type of living thing, but they are invisible to the naked eye?
So does it have intelligence?
Is it deliberately trying to harm us humans?"
Mo Zhu: "It's incredible that liquor can eliminate germs. But if I tell you these things, others won't believe it."
During the next tea time, Ouyang Bufan and Mo Zhu asked questions one after another, like a barrage of questions.
The key is that Muchuan couldn't answer the questions they asked. After all, due to the differences in historical background and knowledge, even if Muchuan could tell the reason, he was afraid they wouldn't understand.
Later, Muchuan became really impatient. He waved his hands and said, "Okay, don't be so fussy. Go to work quickly!"
After Muchuan shouted, the two of them shut up, and then Ouyang Bufan ran out to stock up on epidemic prevention supplies.
As for Mo Zhu, he sat blankly on his chair and asked, "So, Sir...what do I need to do?"
You haven't given me any orders yet."
"Mo Zhu, your job is much simpler. Help write a memorial explaining the possible outbreak of plague and how to prevent it."
Muchuan happily patted the ink bamboo with his hand, and emphasized that this memorial was written for the Emperor Li Shimin to read. It must be written in a simple and easy-to-understand manner, so as not to confuse Li Shimin.
Mo Zhu shook his head repeatedly: "My lord... I have only half-understanding. Why don't you explain this matter directly to the Holy One?"
"forget it!"
Let Muchuan and Li Shimin tell me, I'm afraid Li Shimin won't understand either! What's more, judging from their learning ability and acceptance of new things, it is obvious that young people like Ouyang Bufan and Mo Zhu are faster.
This is also the reason why Muchuan often taught the two of them some modern cultural knowledge and asked them to tell it orally, because after Mo Zhu and the two narrated it, the ancients at the same time were more likely to understand what Muchuan taught.
Knowledge.
"It doesn't matter Mozhu. Just write down as much as you can understand. Anyway, just let His Majesty know the dangers of the plague."
"Since my lord said so, I will obey everything I do."
In this way, Muchuan finally made arrangements for the plague.
Although he was ready, Muchuan still felt a little uneasy. After all, he only knew that the plague would happen, but on which day and when would it happen, and could it be controlled?
All this is unknown.
Early the next morning, the main hall of the Shangshu's residence in Chang'an City.
There were a lot of silk cloths on the large square table in the hall, as well as needles, threads, scissors and other tools.
Muchuan was sitting on a chair, playing with silk cloth. It looked like he was making clothes?
The maids waiting around saw this and started whispering.
"I didn't expect Master Muchuan to be making clothes?
Your Excellency is really versatile and capable in both civil and military affairs. It would be great if someone could marry him."
"Oh, don't think too much about it. I already have someone you like. I'm afraid this dress was also made for Miss Xin'er."
"Wait a minute... It seems that the adults are not making clothes, but a strange piece of fabric?
Are there ropes hanging from the edges of the fabric?”
The maids all looked suspicious, not knowing what Muchuan was doing.
In fact, Muchuan is of course not making clothes anymore, he is making masks! Although according to his estimation, the plague will come for some time, he still has to take precautions in advance. For this reason, he plans to make an ancient version of medical masks.
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However, the silk cloth Ouyang Bufan brought last night was not suitable for making masks at all!
There are many types of silk, and the denser ones are not breathable at all. If they are too loose, the defensive effect will be poor. For this reason, Muchuan had to spend a lot of effort in choosing fabrics.
At this moment, a rough voice came, it was Temujin's strong voice.
"Sir, the tomato and egg noodles you ordered have been cooked. Please taste them."
"Haha, really! That's great!"
Muchuan then took the tomato and egg noodles from Temujin Dali and placed them on the table. The soup noodles exuded steaming white mist and had a delicious smell. Just smelling it made people feel happy.
Muchuan's favorite thing was to eat the food prepared by Temujin in his mansion. This was one of the few joys he had.
Until now, tomatoes have not been brought back from the European and American continents, which makes Muchuan very upset! At present, all the tomatoes he eats are redeemed from the system, because there is no way to cultivate the things that come out of the system. For this reason, tomatoes like tomatoes
, broccoli, potatoes and other exotic vegetables are not available for the time being.
At this time, Muchuan put aside the complaints in his heart, made a praying gesture with his chopsticks, and began to eat.
I took a chopstick and put it into my mouth. The noodles were chewy and the taste was sweet and sour with a salty aroma that made me linger.
That’s right! This is Muchuan’s favorite tomato and egg noodles. It’s almost the same as what he had eaten in modern restaurants before! For this reason, Muchuan greatly praised Temujin’s cooking skills and said that if Temujin’s cooking was not here, Muchuan
I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to eat such delicious food.
Temujin vigorously touched the back of his head with his hand and said very modestly: "These dishes were taught by adults. I just followed what the adults said. There is nothing special about them."
“No, no, no, it’s already amazing that you can understand my dishes and reproduce them!”
After finishing speaking, Muchuan sighed heavily, it would be nice if there was black pepper when eating noodles.
