After saying this, Zhu Xiancai finished the rice in the bowl in several mouthfuls and said: "I've finished eating." Then he put away the bowl and chopsticks and went to wash his own bowl; Luo Yi also hurriedly finished eating all the rice in the bowl.
After finishing, he picked up the bowls, chopsticks and plates and chased after Zhu Xiancai.
He stood next to Zhu Xiancai, washing the dishes while thinking about whether to continue persuading: Zhu Xiancai shed tears, indicating that his persuasion had some effect, but continued persuasion might be counterproductive.
He was hesitating when a woman's voice suddenly came from the door: "Are Brother Luo and Sister Zhu here?"
Zhu Xiancai put down the bowl in his hand and walked to the door. When he saw it was Long Pulan, the youngest daughter of Tushe Longshangteng, he smiled and said, "What's wrong? What's the matter?"
Luang Pu Lan then said in less proficient Chinese: "Sister Zhu, my cousin Yang Dongna was accidentally injured. Another Han doctor in the village also went out to collect medicine and did not come back. I came to ask Brother Luo to go over and treat the injury.
"
Zhu Xiancai took her into the room and said to Luo Yi: "Put the bowl down and come to see the doctor."
Then, while packing up her things for the doctor's visit, she asked, "Where is the injury?"
"Arm, he didn't look carefully when he was playing with others, drank some wine, and accidentally poked his arm with a bamboo pole. It's a good thing he reacted quickly, otherwise he would have been poked in the chest and died," Luang Pulan said.
"Isn't this the same way as Lan Yu's death?" Zhu Xiancai muttered in a low voice. Lan Yu died when he was drunk and stabbed in the chest with a bamboo pole. Those who knew the truth thought that Lan Yu committed suicide and it was impossible to do this.
What a weird way to die. She didn't expect that she would actually hear about such a person who almost died today.
After packing up the equipment for treating injuries, the two of them followed Luang Pulan out of their home, and the two guards guarding the door quickly followed.
Zhu Xiancai left without locking the door. When it comes to the social order within the same tribe, nations that are still at the end of primitive society or slave society are much stronger than those in feudal society or feudal bureaucratic society. Almost no one can steal anything, and it is basically okay.
Meet the standard of not picking up leftovers on the road and not closing the door at night.
Zhu Xiancai and the others came to a house, and when they saw the injured, they immediately began to treat him. Zhu Xiancai put the white cloth he brought into the boiling water, while Luo Yi took out a small bottle of soju and untied it to stop the bleeding.
He picked up the cloth and said to the people around the injured: "Hold him tightly and don't let him move." Then he poured a little soju on the wound.
Yang Dongna immediately began to struggle. The pain caused by the soju was worse than the wound itself. Fortunately, the people around him had seen Han people treat wounds in this way many times, and they held on to his body tightly and did not let the wine spill too much.
Luo Yi took another small piece of white cloth soaked in boiling water from Zhu Xiancai's hand and gently wiped the wound. However, this brought more severe pain than before. Yang Dongna screamed, but still
He was pinned to the bed.
Luo Yi then applied the mashed herbs to the wound, wrapped it tightly with a white cloth, and touched the bones. He felt that although the bamboo pole had poked the bones, they were not serious, so he said: "Okay.
It's okay. Just don't use force on this arm until the injury is healed, and don't touch the wound with water. Go to my place to change the medicine every three days."
Yang Dongna also calmed down at this time. He and Luo Yi were also familiar with each other. He said with a smile: "The shochu made by you Han people is indeed very magical. Many people who suffered such injuries in the past had their wounds fester and died, but after being treated by your shochu
Out of ten people who have had their wounds cleaned, one will die from the fester."
"Yes, shochu is indeed a very magical thing. And it is said that shochu can clean and disinfect wounds. Yes, the gentleman in the medical school who taught me said so. Your Majesty discovered this." Luo Yi said. He later said
I also studied at the medical school in Kunming for a few days.
"Your Majesty is really amazing. Not only can he govern such a large country, but he can also discover such things." Although this was not the first time Luo Yi said this, Luang Pulan still said with emotion.
"Hey, this shochu is indeed a good thing, but it's a pity that it's too expensive." Yang Dongna said again.
At this moment, Yang Dongna's father, Yang Popu, was suddenly heard saying with some embarrassment: "Little brother of the Luo family, we don't have much money at home. Recently, most of the money has been stolen by Han traders. There is not enough money in the village.
Most of the money from each family was exchanged."
"But our family still has half a deer that we shot a few days ago. Can we use it to offset the medical expenses?"
In the past, the only things these barbarians had to buy from the Han people were ironware, mainly iron pots. Iron pots did not break often, and the imperial court had always controlled the total amount of iron flowing into the barbarian lands, so there was still enough money.
But since the Han Chinese doctor came to their village with soju that can be used for disinfection, they suddenly discovered that they had another necessity.
In the past, they were helpless to deal with wound infections and ulcers: although they knew that boiling water could disinfect, they could not use boiling water to scald human skin; but after the arrival of shochu, they knew that shochu could disinfect wounds, and they often got injured every day, so shochu immediately became a
Not to mention the necessities of daily life, not to mention soju can be drunk.
Han merchants who were keenly aware of this also came to trade with a large amount of shochu, but the price was very expensive. It was obvious that they were bullied and could not brew it; but they had to buy it no matter how expensive it was, so the village's money could not make ends meet, and the earthen houses had to
Leading people everywhere to search for gold, silver and copper mines.
Luo Yi looked embarrassed. Many of his things had to be purchased from Han merchants who had worked hard to bring the goods here. Those Han merchants would not buy the meat that they could not take back. They only needed money or could sell it in large quantities.
Pricey things, such as velvet antlers, musk, etc. It would be of no use to them to buy such a large amount of meat.
Luang Pulan saw that Luo Yi was in trouble and said: "I still have some deer antlers, so I will use the deer antlers to pay for this medical expense."
Luo Yi breathed a sigh of relief. Zhu Xiancai said: "Uncle Yang, it's not that we don't want the meat, it's just that we can't eat it for two people; and we also need to buy many things from Han traders, so we have to buy something that can be exchanged for money."
"I also know that you can't make the needles and soju you have here, and the Han merchants won't go easy on you just because you are also Han. We all understand that you don't need to explain." Yang Popu said.
"It's good that uncle understands." Zhu Xiancai said. Speaking of which, the experiences of these doctors also alleviated the resentment of some villages against the Han people as a whole. After they discovered that Han traders sold things at extremely high prices to other Han people, they turned from resenting the Han people to resenting the Han people.
