Scholars in the courtyard

"Old Wang, you have to do this!"

When everyone was stunned, the old man laughed and pointed at Mr. Wang who was in a daze beside him.

Hearing this, Mr. Wang's face was tangled, and he ignored the old man nagging him and walked back to his seat carelessly.

Yang Xiaotao looked at Mr. Qian, then at the old man, then at Mr. Wang, and suddenly laughed.

I have no opinion on this matter.

You are just a brick, go wherever you need to go.

Seeing Yang Xiaotao smiling, Mr. Wang knew what this guy was thinking and said angrily, "Chief, why don't you just give the order?"

"What's wrong? With your face, Mr. Wang, you still can't handle it?"

The old man smiled, obviously knowing Mr. Wang very well.

Mr. Wang shook his head helplessly, "Chief, you don't know."

"No matter how thick-skinned I am, I can't stop my fist!"

Hahaha

A group of people around him laughed immediately.

The situation of the First Machinery Department is notorious.

When that group of people are together, they usually get into fights over trivial matters. But when something big happens, it would be strange not to have a 'war of the century'.

There, it is fully explained what is meant by ‘the fist is the last word’.

In the face of external pressure, this group of old guys who usually dislike each other can unite together, like good buddies.

In fact, if this style of fisting is promoted, many people have suffered from these guys' bastard punches.

If you can reason with them, that's fine.

But with the size of the machine department there, most of the time I just beg others to reason with me, but I really can't do it.

After Mr. Wang finished speaking, he glanced at Yang Xiaotao, and then sighed, "It would be great if you could split this guy in half, so that everyone wouldn't worry about it."

Yang Xiaotao did not respond to these words, but encouraged him, "Chief, I think your skills are not bad, why don't you give it a try?"

"Last time, Mr. Xia said that he was old. If we really compare, you will definitely have the advantage."

"Stop it, you kid, you're a bad example of following a few old guys."

"Is that a person's business?"

Wang Laofu blew his beard and stared, "I went, and a group of people picked me out and thought I was stupid."

Hahaha

Everyone laughed again, and Mr. Qian shook his head.

Everyone has a love for talent.

It's just that this person, he knows that the First Machinery Department will not let him go.

Otherwise, given Yang Xiaotao's achievements in agriculture, he would have been poached by the Academy of Agricultural Sciences long ago.

"However, this time you come here, you can be considered one of our own."

"We must cooperate well in the future."

Mr. Wang blinked at Yang Xiaotao, and Yang Xiaotao nodded happily, "Don't worry, chief. We will cooperate more, communicate more, and learn from each other's strengths in the future. Just don't be upset then."

"No, no!"

The few people talked for a while, and the old man had to leave to report to his superiors, and Wang, Lao Qian, and the others also had to follow him to make a summary.

After everyone had eaten, they quickly went back to their tents to rest.

Yang Xiaotao followed Ran's father, Han Sanfeng, and others to the tent, and they would be able to make the return journey tomorrow.

Only this time, Mr. Wang and the others did not arrange a flight, but took a train instead.

Apparently he was also frightened by the strong wind the last time the plane encountered.

Several people came to the tent, but before they entered, they saw the lights on in the tent next door. One person hurriedly came out and ran away.

"That's Director Wang's tent."

Ran's father saw it, nodded and stepped forward.

Speaking of which, everyone is here to see the experiment. Unfortunately, Director Wang has a cold and high fever, so he cannot go to the site today.

I just don’t know if this cold is gone.

"Let's take a look."

Ran's father thought about going over to comfort him, but he didn't want to see the military doctor frowning beside the bed as soon as he opened the tent door.

"Doctor, what's wrong? Is your cold still not gone?"

Han Sanfeng saw that Director Wang was still lying on the bed, covered with a thick blanket.

Although the temperature here is lower than that of Sijiu City, there is no need to cover yourself with a blanket.

"Something's wrong."

The military doctor still had a cold face, then took out a thermometer, shook it, and pressed it under the patient's armpit.

"This morning, when I came for re-examination, the person's temperature had dropped, but the other person shouted that he was cold."

"At noon, the body temperature went up again, and antipyretics were immediately given."

"The temperature dropped again before it got dark."

"Now, the periods of warming and cooling are getting shorter and shorter, and the frequency is getting faster and faster."

The military doctor said, taking off the stethoscope on his chest and looking back at the bed beside him.

"These people all have this situation. Their bodies are hot and cold, which is very abnormal."

"Are you hot and cold? Could it be malaria?"

Ran's father asked, the symptoms were very similar to malaria.

"I also suspected it, so I gave him quinine at noon."

"But the effect is not ideal."

As the military doctor spoke, he took out the thermometer and said, "Thirty-nine and a half degrees. It's rising again."

"The patient has already become comatose. If this continues, the patient will be unable to bear it."

There was silence in the tent.

"I'll go tell the chief. If it doesn't work, I'll transfer him to a big hospital."

Ran's father spoke and was about to go out.

"It's useless. You have to drive two days to get to the nearest major hospital."

"I asked doctors from surrounding towns to come over and see what's going on."

"One person can count on the shortcomings, and two can count on the strengths. If you have more people, you can use more methods."

Father Ran stopped, his face serious.

Yang Xiaotao glanced at the people lying on the beds around him with "cold", "Doctor, is this disease contagious?"

The military doctor hesitated for a moment, "I don't know. Now it seems that he is contagious."

Yang Xiaotao nodded and didn't ask any more questions. Everyone felt contagious after hearing this, and their hearts skipped a beat, and they all left after a while.

After waiting for more than half an hour, Yang Xiaotao saw a guard leading an old man with a gray beard in.

Yang Xiaotao quickly followed.

The person who came was a barefoot doctor of this generation and the only doctor in the town who treated people.

As soon as the old doctor came in, his nose moved, his brows furrowed first, and then he came to a patient to check the situation.

First, feel the pulse, then roll your eyelids and look at the base of the tongue.

As soon as I came down, I just had to find a needle to prick me twice.

After a while, he shook his head in confusion, "Looking at the pulse, it doesn't look like he is sick, but this illness is weird."

Everyone was shocked.

These days, the authority of old Chinese medicine practitioners is still very strong.

It has not reached the point where Chinese medicine practitioners in later generations still need a license to treat patients.

"However, there is a way to deal with this hot and cold situation."

Several people came over again, and the military doctor even asked, "Sir, please take a look first and let the body temperature come down first."

The old doctor nodded, "Some people on this plateau have encountered this strange disease before, and they have been treated for malaria, but the effect was not very good."

"Later, my ancestors looked for herbal medicine locally and used it externally and internally, and the effect was pretty good."

"You guys wait here, I'll go out and find some."

As the old doctor was about to go out, Yang Xiaotao stopped him and said, "Old man, please tell me what it is like, and we will go find it for you."

The old doctor shook his head, "You don't know, this grass is not ordinary grass, it is a kind of wormwood unique to us, and you can't pull it all out, you can only find a few leaves on it."

"If you pull it all out, not only will the people behind you disappear, but most of them will be wasted."

"I'd better go."

As the old man walked out of the tent, Yang Xiaotao looked at the figure going out, but he remembered that when he was on the northwest farm, he also met a barefoot doctor who saved a life with a bowl of salt water.

Thinking of the disappearance of these barefoot doctors decades later, I felt indignant, "How could such a person be blocked from the door with a piece of shit ID?"

I also made up my mind that if there is an opportunity in the future, I must organize these old Chinese medicine doctors and barefoot doctors to form a separate Chinese medicine hospital.

After everyone waited in the tent for about half an hour, the old man ran in quickly with a handful of green leaves in his hand.

He came to him and took out half of it, "Boil these for a while, boil three bowls of water into one bowl of water, drink half a bowl at one meal, drink it tonight, and drink some more tomorrow morning. If nothing happens, the cold and hot illness will be cured." ”

The old doctor said confidently, and the military doctor quickly took the herbs and asked people to take them.

"Crush the remaining half and put the juice on your forehead."

Yang Xiaotao looked at it and saw that these herbs were not just one kind, there were obviously other herbs.

Several people quickly stepped forward to help.

After finishing the work, the old man left a message to see him again tomorrow morning and prepared to leave.

The military doctor asked someone to follow him back. The road to the northwest was not easy to walk, and wild animals often appeared at night.

"Let's go, go back and rest."

Ran's father said hello and took people back to rest.

Yang Xiaotao returned to the tent and looked at his watch. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening. He had to rest quickly because he had to go home tomorrow.

Thinking of his wife, son, and daughter at home, Yang Xiaotao felt even more anxious.

Going away for three days is better than a wedding.

Having said that, it’s better to have a daughter-in-law from your own family.

Thinking about it, time passed little by little, and people fell into sleep.

At the same time, radio waves were circulating in the land of China, and messages quickly spread across the country, north and south, and overseas.

There were shouts from time to time in the country, and some people even ran out and shouted loudly in the middle of the night.

The person who had been quarreled went out with a cold face and prepared to teach him a lesson. Then after hearing the news, he joined the shouting.

That night, before dawn in Forty-Nine City, people were already taking to the streets, waving flags made overnight, shouting "Long Live Long Live", and starting to run around and celebrate.

Before dawn, the whole country was in a state of excitement.

Japanese country, Edo.

Just as China was boiling because of the two successful bombs, Edo was completely silent.

The palace is a peaceful and busy scene.

The entire palace complex is covered in deep colors, and the rising sunlight makes this place look particularly gentle.

The gate is open, and those daisies and irises are still blooming generously in their rightful places dotting the land, but everyone who comes in or out has a sense of busyness and impatience.

In the palace filled with the smell of herbs, the silver-haired old man knelt outside the shoji door with a gloomy expression. Hearing the shrill roars coming from inside, his heart sank to the bottom of his heart.

Damn beautiful animal.

If they hadn't leaked the news about the success of the Chinese experiment, the king of their childhood would not be like this.

Although he suffered from illness, the tenacious spirit of Dahe still supported their king and fought tenaciously against fate.

But when the news came out, it was like breaking his spine, causing their king to lose his fighting spirit.

"Were they really successful?"

For a long time, intermittent sounds came from the house.

The silver-haired old man lowered his head and buried it between his legs, "Hi, yes."

After a long time, someone inside said again, "More than a thousand miles?"

"Hi, yes."

"More than 20,000 tons?"

"Hi, yes."

"Bigger than a little boy."

"Hi~~~"

The silver-haired old man's heart was trembling when he answered.

"I, I, I am not willing to accept it."

After the intermittent voice finished speaking, the room became quiet again and there was no sound.

The silver-haired old man continued to kneel and kowtow, and the sweat on his forehead was already dripping on the wooden board.

He knew that the people in the room were really scared.

So why isn't he?

Who would have thought that, not to mention the fact that the other party developed mushroom eggs first, they would actually develop a delivery vehicle in such a short year.

This terrifying weapon made them feel uneasy and fearful.

But what I am more afraid of is the other party's scientific research capabilities.

According to the opinions of those experts, it would take at least ten years for the other party to produce it.

This is also the excuse they have been using to comfort themselves this year.

But who would have thought that today, a bolt from the blue fell.

This made him realize that those beautiful animals had deceived him and the entire Dahe people.

The silver-haired old man felt that his body could no longer hold on, but there was still no sound coming from the room.

Slowly the old man straightened up and called softly.

"Your Highness?"

No one in the room answered.

The old man frowned, then stood up, opened the shoji door, and took a few steps.

Immediately, he was stunned on the spot.

On the bed, a middle-aged man with half of his hair missing, a haggard face, and a ghost-like appearance was lying there on his back, staring at the roof.

"Dian~"

The old man stepped forward and wanted to call, but the next second, he felt something was wrong.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly and put it under his nose. After a moment, his expression changed drastically.

"Ah~~~"

"Your Highness, Your Highness~~~"