"Your Majesty, this thing is the golden rooster receiving frost!"
Just after finishing their work on smallpox, several missionaries came to Beijing in an attempt to spread the gospel in the mainland by donating medicine.
In other words, Zhu Yixi also resisted Catholicism at first, and then took advantage of it and allowed it to preach at the customs terminal and Taiwan government.
After all, in the Age of Discovery, Catholicism was the pioneer of colonists, and their penetration would continuously spread the truth and reality of the Ming Dynasty overseas.
After all, the Ming Dynasty was different. It was too powerful, so the exposure of a little information was nothing. However, considering the culture and public opinion, it was still restricted.
In East Asia, North Korea and Japan, which are governed by Confucianism, are even more strict, and killing Catholics is not uncommon.
"This medicine is good at treating malaria. It comes from the Spanish colonies and it is very effective."
The cinchona in front of me is powdery, white, odorless, and has clear particles like table salt.
The missionary is tall and his long brown hair reveals that he is a Roman. His neat and yellow teeth indicate that he comes from a noble family.
He said in a persuasive manner: "This medicinal material is extremely rare and can cure most diseases. It is difficult to buy even gold. Your country has just experienced smallpox, so it must be in great need!"
"As long as you allow us to preach in the capital, we are willing to offer a large amount of golden chicken -"
Zhu Yixi squinted her eyes, glanced at Jin Ji Na Shuang, and then stared at the priest in front of her: "Are you threatening me? Or are you negotiating terms with me?"
"No, no, no, Your Majesty, we are just crawling at your feet, praying for a trivial condition, like small fish in a pond, needing a little space to breathe."
The missionary hurriedly got down and spoke in a pitiful tone.
"To be honest, although Golden Chicken Nashuang is precious, it is not that important to the Ming Dynasty."
Zhu Yixi stepped forward, staring at the Italian in front of her, never looking at Cinchona Shuang again:
"As far as I know, although it can treat many diseases, its greatest effect is the control of malaria."
"It's just that although the Ming Dynasty has a vast territory now, the only country that needs this medicine is Taiwan. To seek to preach in the capital for the sake of a mere territory is useless! It's useless!"
The emperor's repeated exclamations made the missionaries panic.
Having said that, he also felt that this condition was a bit excessive.
After all, they were just some golden chickens, trying to gain missionary rights in a huge empire like the Ming Dynasty. No matter how you look at it, it seems to be fanciful.
But there is no way. The influence of the customs port and the Taiwan government mission is very small, and together they are not as powerful as a church in Beijing.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.
As if seeing his gloomy look, Emperor Ming turned his head and asked casually:
"I heard that cinchona is ground from tree bark?"
"Ah?" The missionary was surprised: "How can such a miracle medicine be tree bark? Your Majesty, such lies are really ridiculous."
It seems that these Roman missionaries did not know this either.
Zhu Yixi thought to herself, then showed a knowing smile: "In this way, as long as you bring this cinchona tree from Europe to the Ming Dynasty, I will allow you to build a church in Beijing to preach."
"Ah? Cinchona tree?"
At this time, the person was stunned.
After being stunned for a long time, the missionary left with a heavy heart.
After he left, Zhu Yixi immediately ran to the Tai Hospital:
"Quickly, go find out if there is any medicine that can cure malaria."
After some reminders from missionaries, Zhu Yixi realized the importance of treating malaria.
Theoretically speaking, malaria is generally more common in southern and tropical areas, such as Lingnan, Taiwan and other places, which is an important reason that restricts its development.
But don’t forget, water from the south can be diverted to the north, and malaria from the south can naturally move north.
In history, Emperor Kangxi once contracted malaria and was so desperate that he had to buy a few kilograms of cinchona cream from Guangzhou to cure his illness.
This is also the reason why Kangxi likes the West. His life-saving grace will be unforgettable.
For the sake of her own life, Zhu Yixi never dared to neglect her.
The arrival of the emperor made the imperial hospital extremely busy and extremely busy.
After some searching, I came up with several options.
Some prescriptions use pig manure and human feces. For example, in the Compendium of Materia Medica, Renzhonghuang can "clear away heat and cool blood, purge fire and detoxify." Of course, this kind of human feces has been processed and cannot be excreted and used immediately.
In fact, malaria has been a scourge in China for more than a thousand years. During the Tianbao period, the Tang army suffered more than 200,000 casualties due to malaria, and it was difficult for the Tang army to conquer Nanzhao.
"What a mess."
When I see these random recipes, they even have monkey brains. They are like witchcraft and look extremely weird. How can this be traditional Chinese medicine?
"How can these cure diseases?"
The emperor was very dissatisfied.
After venting his anger, Zhu Yixi also understood that they were not to blame.
Who would have thought that a tree bark from South America could cure diseases?
Even Westerners can't think of it.
After all, their bloodletting-based treatment plan has no effect on malaria.
If the Indian girl hadn't healed the Westerners, this sacred tree would never have been discovered.
This is not an advancement in the medical system, but an advancement in discovery.
"Those Westerners already have a good recipe that can effectively treat malaria."
Seeing these imperial doctors with unmoving eyelids and indifferent expressions, they seemed to have accepted the fate of death: their ancestors had no solution, and they had no solution.
The emperor directly used the method of provoking generals: "The Western barbarians are arrogant because of this, saying that our officials are far inferior to those in the West. The development of thousands of years is not as good as that of others in a hundred years."
"I am worried again and again. Perhaps, just like the astronomy, the Chinese people are no longer as good as the Western Yi, and the same is true for the medical skills. It is better to recruit another Western Yi..."
This was a direct move to destroy their jobs, and it immediately aroused resistance from the imperial doctors who came to see him. They all knelt down and were filled with righteous indignation.
"Your Majesty, the Western barbarians are so vulgar, how can they know about malaria?"
"The royal family is noble, but the Western barbarians cannot afford to be doctors..."
"alright!"
Zhu Yixi waved her hand, not bothering to pay attention to this group of pampered imperial doctors, and directly said:
"I seem to have read in an ancient book that some medicinal properties can be extracted from a certain kind of green bamboo pole, which has miraculous effects on malaria."
"I can't remember the specific details. It's up to you to practice step by step."
"I'll give you half a year. If you can't research it, I'll ask Xi Yi to be the imperial physician."
Zhu Yixi had a vague impression of Academician Tu Youyou's medicine, but she couldn't remember the details. It would be good if most people could remember Qingpengsu.
For this kind of medical knowledge, we still have to rely on this group of imperial doctors to experiment.
Zhu Yixi attaches great importance to this.
The reason why Zheng He went to the Western Seas was just to have a look, because even if these places were captured, it would not last long. Just a malaria attack could wipe out the Ming army.