"Mr., I've taken the medicine!" Zijuan walked to the edge of the bed with a bowl of brown and black medicine juice, and gently stirred it in the medicine bowl with a spoon made of sterling silver.

"Let's put it aside first, I'll get up and eat it myself later!" Zhang Qian responded weakly with a wet piece of gauze on his forehead.

Hell! There are so many vaccines and antibodies in your body, but after practicing riding for a few rounds and stretching your arms immediately, I caught a cold by the wind!

The cold virus in the 8th century Tang Dynasty was obviously different from the cold virus in the 21st century. When I was studying, although Zhang Qian would occasionally catch a cold, he would at most cough and runny nose, so he would not get sick all of a sudden and would not be able to get out of bed. He would not all of the bones and joints all over his body would follow, and suddenly he would become sore and painful!

This made him miss Baifuning, whom he asked the Ren family to help consign. Although the thing was ridiculed as a panacea medicine in the 21st century, at least it had an immediate effect in alleviating the discomfort caused by a cold. The herbs in the eighth century, even if they used the prescriptions prescribed by Sun Anzu, the famous imperial physician, to take the pulse personally, they could not see the effect for a while.

"Mr., I've taken the medicine! Be good, open my mouth!" Seeing that Zhang Qian refused to open his eyes, Zijuan picked up the medicine bowl again and persuaded him softly, "It's not bitter at all, I put frosting in the medicine!"

"Let go, I'll do it myself!" Zhang Qian responded weakly, slowly opening his sour eyelids.

"No, the fever is serious, and he actually has hallucinations!" The next moment, his scalp quickly burst out and he instinctively blinked his eyes repeatedly.

Pale face, blue-black eye circles, scarlet bloody mouth, and two curved horns! The Rakshasa ghost that was once displayed on the TV screen actually appeared directly in front of him. No matter how he blinked, he refused to dissipate!

The Rakshasa ghost was clearly holding a bowl of soup and medicine in his hand. The top of the snow-white fingers holding the silver spoon was shining with a string of blood-like red!

'It's not a ghost, it's Zijuan!' He shivered and the dizziness on his head quickly dropped by half. Zhang Qian tried hard to control his arm, stopped his already clenched fist half a foot in front of his chest, frowned and scolded: "Put down the medicine bowl and wash your face and hands. If you don't do it, what kind of monsters should you pretend to be?"

"Langjun, what are you saying? Monster? Where did I pretend to be monsters?" The "Rakshasa ghost" holding the medicine bowl was startled and hid back a lot, making a grievance sound in his mouth, "Langjun, you are confused, are you? Zhang Gui, Zhang Gui, hurry up and go to the opposite village to invite Doctor Sun!"

"Okay, when Doctor Sun comes, I will be scared to death by you!" I made sure again that the sound from the mouth of the "Rakshasa ghost" belonged to Zijuan. Zhang Qian interrupted in anger, "Put down the medicine, wash off the messy things on his face, and take off the messy things on his head. At a young age, he brushed his face like a wall skin, what kind of monsters do you do?!"

"This is the latest makeup taught by Aunt Thirteen!" Zijuan was scolded and felt aggrieved. She pouted her blood-red lips that had no boundaries and explained in a low voice, "Everyone in the yard says it looks good, only Langjun..."

"Young man!" Zhang Qian rolled his eyes and corrected weakly, "My parents should still be here! Although I can't find them for a while!"

"Yes, young man!" Xiao Nai said the best in the world. Zijuan did not dare to do it again, so he changed his words. However, he was deeply suspicious of Zhang Qian's aesthetic level, "Aunt Thirteenth said that Uncle Zhang Shi in the next village likes this..."

"Uncle Zhang Shi is almost fifty, I am only twenty-two!" Zhang Qian rolled his eyelids again, his voice still weak, "What he likes is impossible for me. What's more, the girl's youthful smile is originally the best makeup in the world."

"Yes, young man!" Zijuan couldn't understand what youthfulness meant, but understood the age and hobby gap between Zhang Ruoxu and Zhang Qian. She put down the medicine bowl and got up and walked out the house. The clogs under her feet hit the floor, making a sound.

"Find a pair of cotton boots to wear them so as not to get frostbite on your feet!" Zhang Qian's eyes were quickly attracted by the sound of wooden clogs, and he widened his eyes and scolded him sternly, "What kind of wooden clogs are worn in the middle of winter? If the cold air invades the bones, you will feel better in the future!"

"Yes, young man!" Zijuan suddenly became happy after being scolded. She turned around and quickly saluted Zhang Qian. Then, she disappeared outside the door like a deer.

"It's really a problem!" Zhang Qian muttered to her back and shook his head helplessly.

The other party is too young, and it is difficult for people to develop a desire to possess the opposite sex except for simple appreciation. However, the other party's youthful temptations and unfamiliar attacks are reminding him that the relationship between the two parties is by no means, nor should it be a simple master and servant.

Sometimes, Zhang Qian himself also felt that it was quite good to have such a beautiful and eccentric female secretary around him. But sometimes, the moral concepts of the 21st century awaken in his heart, making him feel ashamed and guilty in an instant.

So, many times, when the shame passed, Zhang Qian simply chose to let it go, "Don't care about her. When she grows up in a few years, she may change her mind. As a concubine, how can she marry someone who likes her? Being a serious couple is better!"

However, after thinking about it, even in the 21st century, there was still a "feminist" who reaped a lot of traffic and attention to the warlords by propaganda. He was very suspicious of what choices Zijuan would make when she became an adult.

"Ah snee!" There was a strong smell of herbs, and it was suddenly sent by the air, which made him sneeze immediately.

The messy thoughts in his heart were also sneezed out. His brain suddenly became clear, and he opened his sour eyelids again to observe the medicine placed on the table next to the bed.

It was brown and black, with a faint dark red. It was not clear or turbid. As the air in the room disturbed, the smell of huracea and Bupleurum was constantly poured into his nostrils.

"No matter what, just treat it as Huoxiang Zhengqi Water!" After biting his teeth, Zhang Qian struggled and sat upright. Then he held his breath and poured the whole bowl of medicine into his stomach.

The five abdomen and six internal organs followed, but it did not make him vomit immediately. When the sensation of rolling disappeared, a warm feeling scattered along his lower abdomen and towards his limbs and bones.

I don’t know if Zijuan was distracted just now or the medicine soup worked. Zhang Qian felt that his head was no longer as heavy as before, and the joints of his arms and thighs were no longer as sour as before.

He quietly apologized to Doctor Sun in his stomach. He struggled to get out of bed, put on a silk cotton coat, and moved the chair to a stove specially made for his home, trying to use the temperature of the fire to help him "sweat". As he roasted, the upper and lower eyelids started to fight again.

"Tu tuk, tuk tuk..." A knock on the door suddenly shattered the tranquility in the house.

"Who?" Zhang Qian was frightened, quickly opened his eyelids, then turned his head to the outer room, and asked loudly through the two doors.

"The owner of the manor, it's me, Ren Quan!" A familiar voice came quickly from the door of the main hall, "Wang Maobo is here, saying there is an important object, I want to ask you to check it out!"

"Bo Wang Mao Bo? What did he look for me?" Zhang Qian quickly touched himself, and through the temperature of the coat and the touch of his fingers, he was sure that he was not dreaming. Then, he struggled to stand up and slowly walked towards the main hall.

"It's an iron pipe he made himself. He said that when he was riding a horse the day before yesterday, I heard from the owner of the manor, so I made one to let you see if it's what you need!" Ren Quan continued to pass through the wooden door of the main hall, with a confusion of a false bag.

"Is the iron pipe, he really made it? Take him in and let him bring the iron pipe with him too!" Zhang Qian was slightly stunned when he heard it, and then an unconcealed excitement surged in his heart.

The problem that the military weapon supervisor and the skilled craftsmen who were generals could not solve. Unexpectedly, when Wang Maobo said that his ancestors were blacksmiths, he mentioned it casually and was quickly dealt with by this person. This person is really a strange man living in seclusion among the people, and he did not disappoint him and let his brother go.

With iron pipes, even if they are not pressure-resistant, the simplest earth heating pipe can be made after being treated with brazing. After the earth heating pipe is made, the stove can be turned into a heating system. The heating effect, insulation effect and hygiene level can be improved by several steps in an instant.

I just don’t know what method this person used to turn the thick iron sheet into iron pipes in this era when all iron sheets needed to be crushed with mills. Although this person has always claimed that his ancestors were blacksmiths from the Southern Dynasty, and they crossed the sea to Goguryeo to escape the war.

Just as he was about to think, the door of the main hall had been gently pushed open by Ren Quan. Immediately afterwards, Wang Mao Bo's face, which was far older than his actual age, appeared at the door.

"Master of the Manor, Wang was lucky enough to make this thing. He was willing to present the manufacturing method to the manor to repay his brother's kindness!" Before Zhang Qian could welcome him, Wang Maobo strode to him, bent down, and held an iron pipe that was half a foot long and supported his hands over his head.

"You really got it out?" Although he had already made some preparations before, Zhang Qian was so happy that he forgot about his illness. He grabbed the iron tube with one hand and put it in front of him and played with it carefully.

It is indeed a seam iron pipe, and the gaps are very irregular. Although it has been treated with brazing and grinding stone has been used to smooth the welds, it still looks a bit heavy and ugly, far less than the level of small workshop products in the 21st century.

However, for the eighth-century Tang Dynasty, this was a rare breakthrough. At least, before that, Zhang Qiang's military weapon supervisor and the general manager saw all the metal pipes with thickness less than ten centimeters lower than ten centimeters were cast, and no craftsman could successfully roll them with plates.

"The method is very simple. I won't write it on the paper." Found that Zhang Qian had recognized the iron pipe he made himself, Wang Maobo pondered his words and reported solemnly, "First the iron sheet is red, find a corner, and use a hammer to hit the round hole in the stone. Then hook the corner and put it on the millstone. Then, while heating and hitting the iron sheet with a hammer, someone was driving the cow to pull the mill. About half an hour, the tube was pulled out directly from the other side of the round hole in the stone!"

"That's so simple!" Unexpectedly, the problem that he could not solve even after searching through the mobile phone database was solved by Wang Mao Bo with a cow. Zhang Qian was so surprised that his eyes were straightened and his words blurted out.

"It's that simple! My ancestors were originally blacksmiths and had made similar things." Finally, he returned Zhang Qian's favor. Wang Mao Bo felt a little relaxed, and the expression on his face became much more vivid in an instant. "The so-called hammering skills are actually found when he was hitting the iron. But when I was my grandfather's generation, I felt that eating food in the army would be more promising than being a blacksmith, so I ran all the way to the Tang Dynasty to join the army!"

"So that's it!" Zhang Qian felt interesting and frustrated. He grabbed the iron pipe and played a stick in front of him.

"Crazy!" A half-person-high decorative porcelain bottle shattered in response to the sound, and the blue white porcelain pieces instantly spilled all over the ground.

"Be careful!" Zijuan, who had just taken off his makeup and returned to ask Zhang Qian to "inspection" the goods, was scared and rushed forward. He supported Zhang Qian's arm with both hands, "You are still sick, don't move around. It's almost the New Year, so it's okay to hear it. Butler, hurry up and ask someone to come in and clean up so that you won't stab the young man's feet. Teacher Wang, take the iron stick away and come to teach the young man to practice martial arts. He just took medicine today and his body couldn't blow the wind!"

"Hey! Hey!" Seeing that the valuable porcelain bottle was smashed into powder in front of him, Ren Quan and Wang Mao Bo were so distressed that they were unsteady. They instinctively chose to obey the command and agreed to perform their missions.

Looking at Zijuan again, taking advantage of Zhang Qian's chance to refute him, he took the other party's arm and dragged it to the bedroom. His youthful face was full of desire for victory!
Chapter completed!