Xu Chu came, and he also came with a team of a hundred Tiger Soldiers. They said they were here to protect the casting and transportation of weapons in Youjian Blacksmith Shop, but in fact... Yi Xiaotian looked at them as if they were visiting a home to protect the home.
ah!
Wearing casual clothes, they patrolled Youjian Villa intentionally or unintentionally, and even sent a team to protect the iron mining in Broken Finger Mountain.
Speaking of which, Xu Chu, a rough and arrogant man, became very careful this time. Whether it was the protection of the villa or the patrol of Broken Finger Mountain, he had to personally deal with everything... Even if Yi Xiaotian gave him a gift of wine, he would not drink it.
He looked like he was fully protected.
Yi Xiaotian was completely confused.
Come on, if you don't drink, don't drink at the bar. There will still be a lot of alcohol left.
Nowadays, the mining of iron and iron in Youjian Villa and Broken Finger Mountain in Yecheng is completely on track. Wen Guo Jia and Zhen Luo are helping to manage it, and Wu Xu Chu and Hu Benjun are in charge, which makes Yi Xiaotian free.
seem…
The business of this villa has gradually improved. Many Cao Cao officers and soldiers would come here to drink, and many Confucian scholars from the north would come to the study to read and talk.
Jizhou is indeed the largest and most populous state among the thirteen states of the Han Dynasty. In just one month, Youjian Villa in Yecheng has become as prosperous as Xudu.
…
"Ahem..."
In a pavilion, a soft coughing sound came from a female voice. "Ahem..." She seemed to be quite uncomfortable. One side of her cheeks was crimson and the other side was pale, giving her a sickly look.
Standing beside him was a doctor who was over fifty years old. His skills were very sophisticated. He could diagnose and take medicine in one go, and he looked very capable.
Yes, he is none other than the miracle doctor Zhang Zhongjing.
Yi Xiaotian specially recruited him from Xu Ducheng...
And the woman he diagnosed was Zhen Luo.
It's still cold in the north...especially the north during the Little Ice Age, which was very cold.
Even with the cold-dispelling jiaoer soup and dumplings, the extremely cold weather this year still caused many people and many soldiers in the Cao camp to suffer from typhoid fever.
Thanks to the Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases written by Yi Xiaotian and the miracle doctor Zhang Zhongjing, there were no widespread deaths.
The incurable typhoid gradually turned into wind chill...
For example, Zhen Luo...she has never been strong and strong, but this time she is suffering from the cold.
"Sir, just go and do your work...and Miracle Doctor Zhongjing. There are still many patients in the medical department. No need...you don't have to look after me all the time. I'm fine. Ahem...no...it's fine!"
Even though she was extremely weak, Zhen Luo still waved her hands and used her voice as loudly as possible to cover up the fact that she was weak.
It seems that only in this way can the husband feel more at ease with her.
From Zhen Luo's point of view, both her husband and Miracle Doctor Zhong Jing are doing important things, and she cannot delay the affairs of the Villa and the Medical Department just because of her.
"Sir, you are not busy!" Yi Xiaotian stroked Zhen Luo's forehead with one hand, trying his best to hide his worries about her. "Fengxiao is involved in the villa's affairs, and the patients in the medical department are also diagnosed by the master disciple of Divine Doctor Zhongjing.
Sir and Zhongjing will stay with you here to cure your illness!"
I don't know why, but from the beginning to the end, Zhen Luo gave Yi Xiaotian a feeling that he wanted to cherish her very much.
Maybe it's because...when he encountered difficulties several times, this frail little girl always stood in front of him. Maybe it was because he was overestimating his own abilities, but this kind of subconscious action still moved Yi Xiaotian deeply.
"Mr. Yi, let's take a step to talk!"
Zhang Zhongjing seemed to have figured something out, and he quietly said to Yi Xiaotian...
Yi Xiaotian was about to turn around and go to the side door with Zhang Zhongjing.
"Miracle Doctor Zhongjing..." Zhen Luo grabbed Yi Xiaotian and said, "Sir, if you have anything to say, let Doctor Zhongjing talk about it here. Luo'er wants to hear about his disease...ahem...this disease..."
After all, before she finished her sentence, she was already so angry that she opened her eyes desperately and her exquisite little ears twitched, as if she still wanted to hear Zhang Zhongjing's medical advice.
"Miracle Doctor Zhongjing, it doesn't matter! Luo'er's typhoid fever has stopped, hasn't it? Now it's just a slightly more serious cold, so it shouldn't be difficult to cure, right?"
Yi Xiaotian asked back...
Zhang Zhongjing turned his head and looked at Zhen Luo, then at Yi Xiaotian, and nodded immediately. "Yes, Miss Zhen Luo is indeed just suffering from severe wind and cold. It should take ten days of normal treatment and she will be here in half a month, but..."
Speaking of this, Zhang Zhongjing glanced outside the pavilion through the window.
At this time, the snow outside the pavilion is covered with vast land. Goose-feather snowflakes are falling from the sky all the time. The edges and corners outside the window are already covered with ice crystals. Even inside the pavilion, seeing this scene, you can feel a strange feeling.
The bone-chilling cold.
"Mr. Yi, typhoid fever is not a terminal disease, but the difficulty is that it is difficult to recover in such cold weather... Jizhou is in the north after all, and it is much colder than the Central Plains. Not to mention Miss Zhenluo, it is the largest city in the north.
Even though the man put on thick clothes, he still couldn't withstand the cold!"
Zhang Zhongjing did not point it out directly, but the meaning is very clear. If Zhen Luo wants to recover, the first priority is not to take medicine, but to keep out the cold. Today's clothes and bedding cannot resist the invasion of the cold wind, and this disease is not easy to cure.
ah.
call…
Yi Xiaotian exhaled and looked at Zhen Luo with a faint look. He then raised his head and looked at the sky outside the window. The snow was indeed falling harder and harder without stopping at all.
There is a villa that is warm enough. Even so, Luo'er can't bear it, let alone ordinary people, soldiers in the military camp, phew...the Little Ice Age is showing its ferocious face more and more.
"The main problem is to keep out the cold, right?" Yi Xiaotian asked...
Zhang Zhongjing just nodded, although there was coal in this era.
In winter, every household will take some measures to keep warm, but in the end... they cannot solve the fundamental problem.
Keeping out the cold is easy to say, but unless you stay at home every day, whenever you go out, the clothes of this era are simply not enough to withstand the biting cold...
Phew...clothes to keep out the cold?
Yi Xiaotian seemed to suddenly think of something. Before time travel, how did people keep out the cold? It seemed to be - woolen sweaters!
Yes, it’s a cardigan!
You must know that the woolen sweater itself can form countless small spaces, and it is not easy to conduct heat or dissipate heat...
To put it simply, the warm air wrapped in the woolen sweater is difficult to conduct to the cold air layer outside, so it is very warm to wear!
The key is
During this period, people did not know that wool was an artifact to resist the cold, and the steps required to process wool into wool sweaters seemed cumbersome, but were actually very simple.
You must know that before time travel, the sister-in-law of the second uncle Yi Xiaotian's niece's third uncle's fourth aunt's cousin's cousin ran a wool processing factory, which was purely handmade.
The equipment is actually very simple, Yi Xiaotian can even draw it...it is nothing more than the training of a group of female workers. This is also simple. The most important thing for big men is cheap labor.
Thinking of this, Yi Xiaotian raised his eyebrows and finally found a strategy to keep out the cold...
Wait, there seems to be something missing.
Yes, raw material wool, this is the most important thing...
There are many horses and donkeys in the Han Dynasty, and there are even many non-mainstream pig farmers, but this sheep... there are not many people raising them, and most of them are in the frontier fortress...
To put it bluntly, sheep eat grass. Now the grass in the Han Dynasty is not enough for the war horses to eat. How can it be their turn?
What's more...mutton is a tribute, and ordinary people can't afford it. When the warlords can't protect it, they take it away by force. After more than ten years of hard work, once they return to the pre-liberation...it's better to raise horses and sell them on the black market.
It’s all wasted money!
this?
Where to get the wool sorted?
Thinking of this question, Yi Xiaotian put his chin in his hands and seemed to be deep in thought...
But at this moment.
"Dedede..." A war horse neighed, followed by a loud voice. "Brother Yi, Brother Yi..."
Well…
Yi Xiaotian narrowed his eyes, hey, isn't this Brother Hiding coming?
While I was thinking about wool, a big fat sheep came to me!
