Chapter 230 Scientists in the Northern Song Dynasty liveaben (2/18)
The sky is blue and the sun is bright, the universe is bright.
In a small farmyard, a black cat lay lazily, and the little girl next door quietly slipped into the kitchen in the yard to look for food.
The black cat squinted at her for a moment, then closed it again, with an indifferent look on his face.
Cats have the pride of cats, and it is impossible for them to look after a house, even if the most precious thing in the house is being stolen.
The little girl touched half of the nest and was about to leave. Suddenly she heard a rustling outside the blue cloth curtain. She quietly opened a corner and saw a tall, elegantly dressed young man stuck together with Sister Rong.
No matter how hard it is, you are not afraid of the heat.
This man was born with a fair complexion, pink phoenix eyes, a straight nose, and his eyebrows slanted into his temples. Compared with the dark-skinned men in nearby villages, he looked many times better. The little girl's heart was beating fast at the sight, and she suddenly felt sore.
It became increasingly difficult to swallow the steamed buns.
Sister Rong's cheeks were rosy and water was dripping from the corners of her eyes. She was several times more beautiful than usual.
"What's your name?" The man's voice was so magnetic that it made the little bitch's heart beat loudly.
She wanted to escape from here immediately, because there was a danger of being discovered at any time, but she couldn't move her legs.
"Don't, don't! It's... so embarrassing. Young Master, my benefactor, my name is Liu Rongniang, and my parents call me Rongrong."
"Rongrong is indeed a farmer, her body is strong and elastic."
Rong Niang was a little annoyed and said bitterly: "Don't look down on those who work the crops. People here say that I am more beautiful than the daughter of a wealthy family in Bianliang!"
After a while, Sister Rongrong's two beautiful feet were lifted up, and the little bitch crawled out like a weasel, leaning against a tree, panting, and biting the bun head bitterly,
The hard bun caused her to lose one of her teeth.
She grimaced in pain, and somehow, the little bitch still had an appetite while holding the sweet steamed buns in her hands.
She ran to Zhang Dahu's field and chatted with Old Man Liu.
Old man Liu dropped his hoe and ran home quickly.
In the kitchen, Old Man Liu looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes were splitting with tears, he raised his stick and smashed it down.
Yang Lin has been practicing both internally and externally for two years. The subtlety of Taoism is that it makes people sharp and agile.
He raised his hand to grab the wooden stick, and didn't forget to grab his clothes to cover the girl's body underneath him. The girl had already thought about dying, so she buried her head on the ground and pretended to be an ostrich.
"You beast, I will kill you."
Yang Lin felt a little embarrassed and said, "You must be Rong Niang's father. I will send someone to welcome her into Bianliang City soon. You are not allowed to hit her after I leave. Do you understand?"
Old man Liu stood there stunned, his eyes wide open as the young man in gilded clothes fled from his small courtyard. Before he had gone far, some soldiers suddenly appeared nearby, pulling out horses and surrounding him as he left.
That night, Old Man Liu drank a lot of wine, while his wife was busy cutting cloth and making clothes. The next day, a carriage came. This was the suburb of Kaifeng, and the villagers were all well-informed, but no one saw it.
Such a beautiful horse and such a luxurious carriage.
Liu Rongniang's cheeks were flushed. She had not yet reached the age to talk about marriage. She sat in the magnificent carriage that had appeared in her dreams several times. Her mind was dizzy and she didn't know what she was thinking -
In Zhaode Square, Yang Lin was walking, followed by his nephew Xu Shuwei.
After the Yang family passed down to Yangtong and almost died out, there were very few relatives and no clans, which was a big flaw.
In this era, clan means so much to a person, so he pays special attention to these relatives in his natal family.
Xu Shuwei explained some simple pharmacology to Yang Lin, but he was still confused by what he heard.
To be honest, Yang Lin admired Xu Shuwei's ability to resign from his job and study medicine. The average life span of people in this era is so short, because it is easy to die from a disease.
If you can really make some achievements, it will be very useful to the country and the people.
Yang Lin suddenly asked: "You have been studying medical skills for so long, but have you ever written anything about it?"
Uncle Xu blushed slightly, a little embarrassed, but also a little proud: "I only wrote three books: "Song of One Hundred Symptoms of Febrile Diseases", "Military Treatise on Febrile Diseases" and "Ninety Treatises on Febrile Diseases".
Yang Lin nodded, not knowing the significance of these three books in the history of traditional Chinese medicine for the treatment of typhoid fever. Although he was much younger than Xu Shuwei, as an elder, he still said with dignity: "Since you have given up your official career to become a doctor, you must live a good life."
Study hard, write more books, and make some achievements. If not, you will only be laughed at by others."
Xu Shuweilian claimed that he was willing to accept the teachings with an open mind.
Typhoid fever was the most common disease in ancient times, and it often killed patients who contracted it. A big problem in the Song Dynasty was the lack of labor.
Yang Lin deliberately discussed with Cai Jing to build some government-run medical clinics in various places to ensure that the poor could also receive medical treatment.
Cai Jing has always been keen on this and would not object to it. Seeing his silence, Xu Shuwei thought that his cousin was not interested in medicine, so he casually told some interesting things he knew.
Yang Lin answered the conversation one after another, until he mentioned that he also knew someone who studied arithmetic, and Yang Lin suddenly became interested.
"Call me and see you at my house another day."
Uncle Xu smiled and said: "We have made an appointment to go to Fanlou in the evening to pick up my nephew. If my cousin wants to see him, he can do it now."
Sure enough, friends of scientists are all scientists. This is also called birds of a feather flocking together——
After Jia Xian handed the sticker to the door, he circled around outside the door uneasily. The doorman of the Yang Mansion didn't bother to invite him into the concierge's room to rest his legs.
Uncle Xu ran out in a hurry, and when he saw him, he greeted him from afar, "Jia Xian, why did you come here? My cousin can't wait any longer."
"What kind of person is the young master? If you don't go back to the house to clean yourself and change clothes, how dare I come?" Jia Xian straightened his clothes and saluted. Before he could finish his sentence, he was dragged into the house by Xu Shuwei.
"Stop with this false courtesy. If you don't come, I won't be able to explain anything to you."
Zhaodefang is wide and deep. Jia Xian walked for an unknown amount of time and his legs were sore. He passed through the courtyard, turned to the right through a moon gate, walked around the flower border and rockery, and faced another incense pavilion.
After walking through the house, Xu Shuwei took him to Yang Lin's study. Anyone who entered would be restrained, and Jia Xian was no exception.
In this study, apart from the emperor's calligraphy and paintings, which belong to Cai Jing, the rest are all authentic works by Wang Xizhi, calligraphy by Yan Zhenqing, and paintings by Wu Daozi.
"Are you Jia Xian?" Yang Lin asked with a smile.
"It's the grassroots." Jia Xian stood with his hands down, his heart beating wildly, and his hands hidden in his sleeves trembling slightly. Although the person in front of him was young, he was the largest official he had ever seen in his life.
After taking a look at the person in front of me, he was about forty years old, with a weathered face, and a green shirt that had been starched and turned white. It seemed that he was not living a comfortable life.
Yang Lin raised his sword eyebrows slightly and said with a smile: "Do you have any fame?"
Jia Xian's face turned red, "The ordinary people are busy running around all day long and have no time to study classics and history. They missed the three exams."
Xu Shuwei spoke up for his friend: "I don't know, but Jia Xian has real talent."
Yang Lin glared at him and said, "How come you have talent and learning but no fame?"
"The ordinary people do not agree with what Shaozai said." Jia Xian was so angry that he forgot the etiquette and talked eloquently: "Mathematics has existed since ancient times. The six arts are based on real numbers. The secret of the development of Hetu and Luoshu,
Bagua, the nine realms are intricate and subtle, reaching the ultimate level of Dayan and Huangji. The ancient sages still attached great importance to it. How can ordinary people today ignore it because they are at the end of the six arts!
The use of mathematics is indispensable throughout the world, both public and private!"
Yang Lin opened his mouth slightly, was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said: "I don't mean that. With such a vision, you can indeed learn the word "talented".
His superficial understanding of the history of mathematics in the Northern Song Dynasty made Yang Lin feel guilty. He was worried that he would miss some great mathematicians and delay the progress of Chinese science, so he asked: "Since you are so persistent, you must have made some achievements, have you ever written a book?"
explain?"
In his opinion, those who have written books are the most powerful.
"Yes, yes, but it's a pity that I am too short of money to publish it." Jia Xian sighed and said: "When I was young, I wrote nine volumes of "The Yellow Emperor's Nine Chapters on Algorithms and Fine Grass" and two volumes of "The Ancient Collection of Algorithms", and I still have the manuscripts now."
If Yang Lin had studied the history of mathematics, he would have known the poverty before him. In this era, he had already invented the "multiplication method" of high-order power square roots.
"Oh? Bring it some other time and let me take a look at it for you. As long as you have real talent and learning, I will help you pay for the printing."
Jia Xian was overjoyed, but he said with some trepidation: "The common people dare to ask the young master to write a preface to my manuscript."
If a No. 1 scholar prefaces himself, his influence and reputation will definitely reach the peak.
Yang Lin nodded and said: "It's easy to write a preface. Zhike, nephew, if you have any friends, please introduce them to me. I am quite interested in these miscellaneous subjects."