Chapter 313 Traditional Chinese medicine passed down from ancestors
As the weather was hot, Jiang Qingzhi chose sesame seed cake, mung bean porridge and a cold dish for breakfast.
There are a lot of sesame seeds sprinkled on the surface of the sesame cake, which is baked until golden brown. When you take a bite, you can even hear the sound of sesame seeds bursting in your mouth.
There was sausage in it. Jiang Qingzhi never liked sweet sausages, but sweet sausages had to be used to make sesame cakes.
The sweet sausage and the salty sesame seed cake blend together in your mouth, like ice and fire.
Then came the chili peppers, which suddenly brought up the flavor and opened up all the pores in my body...
Came alive.
Jiang Qingzhi took a sip of mung bean porridge and felt refreshed.
Chili pepper, always the best!
Li Tian drank the mung bean porridge slowly. She had no interest in the sesame cakes, but had a special liking for the cold dishes.
"You must eat staple foods." Jiang Qingzhi said that if relatives do not eat staple foods for a long time, they will run away from home.
"Husband, give me half!"
Jiang Qingzhi broke off half of the pancake for her. Huang Yaner, who was waiting on the side, asked in confusion, "Why is Uncle so frugal?"
Rich people would never break the pancake in half. They would just eat one and throw the rest away.
Jiang Qingzhi thought of his past life, where he spent half of his childhood in the countryside. The place was poor, and he usually ate real coarse grains, not for health reasons, but because he couldn't afford fine grains.
Later, there was a period of financial difficulty at home, and I wished I could split every penny into two.
These two experiences had a great impact on Jiang Qingzhi, and made him develop a habit of not wasting food. When eating out, he had to eat all the food at home.
"Wasting food will be seen by the gods." Li Tian used mysticism to explain Jiang Qingzhi's behavior.
Jiang Qingzhi smiled and didn't explain.
After breakfast, Jiang Qingzhi and Xu Wei discussed things in the study.
"Keep an eye on those merchants," Jiang Qingzhi ordered, "especially those ancient books. They must not leave the capital."
"Don't worry, sir." Hu Zongxian said.
Xu Wei said: "In fact, there are many benefits to putting those classics outside the Great Wall."
"The strict hierarchical doctrine of Confucianism may not be able to do anything else, but it is a good foundation for stabilizing rule." Jiang Qingzhi said that once Altan Khan stabilized the situation, it would pose a huge external threat to the subsequent internal reforms of the Ming Dynasty.
"Let them go to the frontier. The Ming Dynasty uses Mohism, and the frontier uses Confucianism. Just thinking about Altan Khan facing a group of civil officials who want to kill people, I can't wait."
Xu Wei was too bad... Hu Zongxian laughed, "Then the Ming Dynasty adopted Mohism, and they would launch an attack if they disagreed with something."
Xu Wei narrowed his eyes and said with longing: "The court is full of Mohist scholars. When they hear of disloyalty, the king and his subjects will have only one word: fight! This reminds me of the Han and Tang dynasties..."
The Han and Tang dynasties never used Confucianism exclusively.
Confucianism truly dominated the Central Plains during the early Song Dynasty.
The complete decline of the Central Plains also began in the Early Song Dynasty.
"Uncle."
A servant came to report, "Someone has come from the palace."
The person who came was the eunuch beside Prince Yu.
"Princess Changle is in a coma!"
Jiang Qingzhi's body shook.
The memory of last night's nightmare came flooding back.
Then, the deeply hidden memories emerged.
Zhu Shou'an died in the summer of the 28th year of Jiajing.
"Ready your horse!"
When Jiang Qingzhi rushed to the palace, Prince Yu's two brothers were waiting for him.
"Uncle, our father is there and we two can't get through." Prince Yu was pacing back and forth anxiously.
Bullshit about two dragons not meeting each other!
Jiang Qingzhi asked, "How is Changle?"
King Jing said, "I sent someone to inquire about it, and they said that Changle had an unexplained fever and then fell into a coma. The imperial physician gave her medicine but it didn't help."
fever!
In this era, the mortality rate from fever is shockingly high.
Prince Yu was panicking, while Prince Jing seemed calm but had his fists clenched.
"Chang Wilbur, His Majesty summons you."
The eunuch who went to ask for instructions arrived.
All the palace servants and eunuchs encountered along the way had solemn expressions.
When he saw Taoist Master, he was standing outside Changle's bedroom, with his hands behind his back looking at the sky, which was the same scene as in Jiang Qingzhi's nightmare.
"His Majesty."
Emperor Jiajing said: "That year I had my first son, and I named him Zaiji."
This is an extremely grand name, which shows how much the Taoist loves his eldest son.
"But the child died."
The Taoist priest put his hands behind his back and shook his head, "Then there was Zai'an."
Jiang Qingzhi sighed inwardly.
"Then came the third and fourth sons. All three sons survived, which made me very happy."
The imperial doctors were discussing in low voices in the back, with a fatalistic sadness in their voices.
Jiang Qingzhi also heard the same feeling from the Taoist priest.
"Then the fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth children all died young."
Including the eldest son who died young and the prince who passed away a while ago, Daoye had eight sons in his life, six of whom died.
"I thought my daughter would be better. I was very happy to see Changle so happy yesterday. But God! Whenever I feel happy, it always interrupts me. Am I... offending God?"
"Your Majesty!" Jiang Qingzhi interrupted the Taoist, "The most important thing right now is Changle's condition."
The Taoist shook his head. "The imperial doctors have been arguing for a long time and couldn't find the cause of the disease. This is God's will, God's will! This thief..."
"I want to give it a try." Jiang Qingzhi had never seen a Taoist so desperate.
But if it were him, he would probably be discouraged.
The Taoist waved his hand.
The imperial doctors were still arguing among themselves, using fluent terminology, but there was no conclusion for a long time.
"Tell me about the symptoms!" A voice interrupted their discussion. Some people became furious, but when they turned around, their anger disappeared. "Long Wilbur."
"Tell me about the symptoms!" Jiang Qingzhi said.
"The princess has a fever all over her body, and her pulse is..."
Then there was another round of pulse terminology, and Jiang Qingzhi felt that he should not have asked them.
"…The heart pulse is still strong, but if the fever continues, I'm afraid something unbearable will happen."
Jiang Qingzhi asked: "In other words, if the high fever can be lowered, then Changle's condition will be alleviated?"
"Yes."
A medical officer said with shame: "We have tried many methods, but the princess's high fever has not subsided."
"Then I'll do it."
Jiang Qingzhi walked into the bedroom.
"Long Wilbur, Long Wilbur!"
The white-haired old medical officer said, "It will be of no use for you to go there!"
Jiang Qingzhi turned a deaf ear to him, so the old doctor went to the Jiajing Emperor and said, "Your Majesty, Chang Wei Bo is not proficient in medicine, and I am worried..."
The Taoist said woodenly: "Do you have any ideas?"
The old medical officer lowered his head in shame, "No, but I will do my best."
"In that case, let him try."
Try to save the dead horse as much as possible!
The old medical officer stamped his feet and said, "Your Majesty...Ah!"
In the bedroom, Jiang Qingzhi looked at Changle, whose face was flushed. A palace maid said, "How did a foreign man come in?"
Jiang Qingzhi ignored her. Li Shu pointed outside and signaled the palace maid to go out.
Jiang Qingzhi touched Changle's forehead and it was terribly hot.
In the past, medical science believed that high fever was a spontaneous defense mechanism of the human body, which meant that Changle had a physical problem. When the defense mechanism was activated, the body would kill the germs or viruses with high fever, but it would also kill normal cells and damage the nervous system.
Therefore, the most important thing to do now is to cool down Changle.
Jiang Qingzhi thought of the strong liquor he made at home.
"Li Shu?" Jiang Qingzhi had an impression of the female official.
"Uncle." Li Shu looked very tired.
"Send someone to tell my attendant to go home and get a jar of good wine, the best kind. Quickly!"
Li Shu was startled, "Uncle, drinking at this time..."
"Go quickly!"
Jiang Qingzhi shouted.
"Yes."
Li Shu went out and told Huang Jin about Jiang Qingzhi's instructions first.
"Chang Wei Bo is not the kind of person who does not know the seriousness of the matter. Why did he bring the wine? Is it medicinal wine?" Huang Jin thought for a moment and sent someone to notify Jiang Qingzhi's entourage.
Jiang Qingzhi sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about the scene when he first met his skinny little niece.
"Hello, uncle." The little girl was a little timid when she bowed, and she even had to steal a glance at herself before she dared to sit down.
After finally enjoying a few days of happiness, the disease soon came.
"What a thief!"
Jiang Qingzhi cursed out what the Taoist wanted to say.
Sun Chonglou rode his horse back home. Upon hearing the news, Li Tian sent someone to inquire about Changle's situation.
"That's not quite appropriate." Sun Chonglou was unusually gloomy, and then went to the storehouse to find some wine.
"The best kind. Remember what the young master said last time... strong liquor. Here, here... here!"
Sun Chonglou ran away holding the jar of wine.
This rapid journey disrupted the traffic in the capital and attracted the "hunt" of the Five City Army.
……
The jar of wine was sent outside the bedroom. When the imperial doctors learned that it was wine, they flew into a rage.
"Allowing the princess to drink at this moment will only make her condition worse. Your Majesty, you should stop Long Wilbur!"
"I have been a doctor for many years, and I have never heard of using medicinal wine to reduce fever. What Chief Wilbur did... is simply ridiculous!"
The Taoist priest stood there motionless, his mind filled with images of those children dying.
"This is God's will!" Emperor Jiajing said desolately. A kind of fatigue emanating from the depths of his heart made people feel that the emperor in front of them would fall down at the next moment.
Jiang Qingzhi came out, "Where's the drinks?"
The eunuch who was delivering the wine was blocked by two imperial doctors and looked embarrassed.
"Long Wilbur..."
An imperial physician spoke with references to classics, and Jiang Qingzhi snatched the jar of wine and went into the bedroom without saying a word.
"Li Shu!"
"exist."
Jiang Qingzhi opened the wine jar and took a sip. He was shocked by the spicy taste of the strong liquor. After making sure that the liquor had not gone bad, he said, "Untie the princess's clothes later and use this liquor... Watch out."
Jiang Qingzhi frowned and looked at the stunned Li Shu, "Soak a cloth in the wine, wring it half dry, and wipe the princess's armpits, arms, thighs... etc. Non-stop. Understand?"
"But..." Li Shu had never heard of such a method.
"Do as I say. If anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility." Jiang Qingzhi stood up.
He walked out of the bedroom and asked someone to close the door and "open the window a little."
"I smell alcohol!"
"Long Wilbur really used medicinal wine!"
“That’s ridiculous!”
"If something goes wrong..."
A group of imperial doctors stamped their feet in anxiety, and someone couldn't help but ask, "Chang Wei Bo, what kind of medical skills do you have?"
The Taoist priest seemed motionless, but his ears suddenly moved.
Jiang Qingzhi thought for a moment and said, "An old Chinese doctor who has been passed down from generation to generation."
(End of this chapter)
