The artillery was replaced with solid bullets, the muzzle was leveled, and a single shot was fired. Several Qing soldiers were killed or injured, and their blood and flesh spattered, which was very tragic. The shield in their hands was also useless and had no effect at all.

The sound of the golden gong sounded, and the Green Camp soldiers fled backwards in embarrassment as if they had been granted amnesty, but death bullets continued to be shot behind them.

Raindrops were falling sparsely in the sky, as if God was weeping for this tragic scene like a slaughterhouse.

In the muddy water, the injured Green Camp soldiers were screaming for help, and some were crawling back, their bodies and faces covered with blood and mud.

Le'erjin shook his head and said calmly: "I want to report to the court. It's raining continuously. The thieves have set up bases and dug trenches. The cavalry cannot conflict. We should send more green flag infantry to fill the trenches and fire artillery. Followed by the Eight Banners warriors, Shu can

Destroy the thieves."

"Your Majesty, I wish you the best."

"Your Majesty is wise."

Amidst the flattery, Leerjin rode back to the camp. He did not notice that many eyes were focused on his back, with resentment and hatred.

Cannon fodder is also a human being, and they also have their own thoughts. When their lives are despised to the point where they are inferior to dogs, they will also bar their teeth, growl, and even explode.

However, under the heavy pressure of accumulated power, the resentment was contained. But once it broke through the obstacles, it was like a volcano erupting, out of control.

"Loyal ministers and righteous men should be remembered in history and respected by all generations." Fu Shan helped Huang Li up and had a very bad impression of the "Xuehai", even though he was a swordsman.

In addition to compiling "The Legend of Loyalty and Martyrs", Fu Shan also wanted to write "The Legend of the Traitor" to make the traitors and traitors infamy for thousands of years.

He is not a prisoner yet, he is a quasi-emperor, but he dares to visit cautiously, which may lead to misunderstandings. Later, Qing Songsu, he is a very particular person, what if he gets it wrong!

But for those who fought against the Qing Dynasty, their names will be respected by others, their deeds will be praised through the ages, and their names will be remembered in history and shine brightly.

Niu Jun slightly tilted his head, thought for a while, and said: "When I was traveling alone in the sea, I also saw patients with this disease. The local aborigines used the juice of Artemisia annua to take it, which was quite ineffective."

Countless cannon fodder died on the battlefield like scattered dust. Except for their families, no one would think of them, and no one would remember their names.

When Niu Jun saw the decree issued by the palace, he immediately rushed to thank the teacher for his kindness.

"Mr. Guo, have you had a debate with your husband recently?" Fu Shan asked casually with a smile while flipping through the book "Annotations on Mo Zi" presented by Niu Jun.

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Unfortunately, on the eighth day, Huang Li came to report the good news, but Lao Guo hadn't made up his mind yet. By the way, I wanted to ask if he would continue to consolidate and consolidate.

Ancient Chinese medicine claims to have less than 40 prescriptions for treating malaria, but the effectiveness is indeed flattering. The few prescriptions are still very weird, or can be called weird.

In addition to erecting temples and offering sacrifices to the unknown anti-Qing patriots, Niu Jun also built martyrs' tombs in various places, erected monuments and laid stones, so that they could be admired by all people.

Fu Shan was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and asked, "Mias? What are the symptoms?"

Tons, tons, tons, tons, tons! That day, Qing Songsu used the pure green and polluted Songzi juice as rice and water, and drank until he was full. Huang Li was stunned to see it.

Fu Shan knew that apart from Guo Duxian, there was no quinine, and it was also called cinchona cream. But it was difficult to obtain, but he knew that it was in America, which was millions of miles away!

The scientific foundation is too weak, but it is still too late to catch up. The Western Yi are also far ahead, and it will take at least one generation to surpass us.

We will definitely be able to create a special medicine to treat malaria, and I, Niujun, will be famous in the sky, my name will go down in the history of medicine, and I will be able to save all people.

Huang Li described it truthfully, and Fu Shan blinked his eyes and asked, "Is it malaria, or malaria?"

Niu Jun knew very well that he might be wrong, but he followed his advice and only sent someone to visit. After hearing the report, Lao Guo was still fussing over the matter, Fu Shan couldn't help but sighed, worried about Lao Guo's appetite.

Or become a green man.

"It is clear to heaven that when China is restored, all places will build temples for the anti-Qing patriots who died for the country, and offer sacrifices year after year..."

The focus of Huang Li's academic research is on the Confucian scholars. The more in-depth the study, the more he feels that the so-called Confucian scholars are helpful.

"The less the merrier, drink as much as you can."

Traditional Chinese medicine believes that the cause of malaria has nothing to do with being invaded by malaria, nor does it have anything to do with the decrease in the ability of righteousness to resist evil.

Fu Shan will definitely allow this strange incident of bloodshed and tears to happen again, so that the martyrs will deserve their death and be remembered in history.

That is a young glory. Not to mention the juice extracted from Songzi, not the poison. Mr. Guo had to drink eight small bowls of it from me.

Niu Jun was determined. The doctor said it firmly, but in the end it was because he had not practiced it, and doctors should be casual.

Seeing that the patient was so urgent, Niu Jun had a solution. He took a few people to cut a few small bundles and squeeze out the juice for Qingsongsu.

Fu Shan solemnly sealed the order. I have great admiration and respect for those loyal anti-Qing patriots.

Those were written by Fu Shan to ask the troops to pay attention. They were usually troops sent to Burma to increase non-combat casualties. Of course, they also had to be informed to the people through the government.

"That -" Fu Shan stroked his forehead again, deeply admiring Lao Guo's vast capacity, "If you can still drink, just drink for one more day!"

"Your Majesty is worried, I will end the experiment immediately according to the method taught by Your Majesty." Huang Li bowed to accept the order, feeling very excited.

"The palace has no idea that Qingsong Su is suffering from a miasma. Wei Chen is diagnosing and treating me, but it is only slightly stable." Huang Li bowed and said: "Whether it can be cured, Wei Chen is not sure."

As for the extraction of artemisinin, Niu Jun thought of a conventional method, which is to know whether it is effective or not, and it requires Huang Li's regression experiment.

Before Huang Li got up, he was given a seat to have tea. I was not used to the courtesy of the emperor, and found that it was a concept that the emperor had not yet formed.

"Actually, prevention is still the main priority." Fu Shan said: "Malaria is caused by the bite of Anopheles mosquitoes. Pay special attention to repelling mosquitoes and use mosquito nets when sleeping..."

Fu Shan sent Huang Li away and sat down and thought for a long time. He felt that it was difficult to build the simplest microscope. Even if he could observe malaria parasites, he could understand the microscopic world.

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"Mr. Fu, if he can cure Qingsongsu, he will do more in-depth research. Making miasma more fearful will not benefit all people!" Fu Shan looked forward to Huang Li.

Fu Shan nodded and said: "I am not sure whether it is smelly song that can cure malaria."

After birth, having a good name and being worthy of sacrifices is also the treatment that loyal ministers and righteous people want to get. As long as they are loyal and loyal, as long as Xiao Ming is revived. If you have doubts, it is also a huge incentive for us.

The resurgent China will stand on top of the world in all aspects, shining brightly and making people look up to its dazzling existence.

It is certain that he can be as famous as the Medical Sage, Medicine Sage, and Medicine King!

Fu Shan is still immersed in his speech. Huang Li is a doctor. Through me, I can better spread prevention knowledge and treat malaria.

On the seventh day, Fu Shan was still worried. He wanted to go and see it in person, but Hong Yuanqi persuaded him to stop.

Others can see it with the naked eye, but the palace official said it clearly. That is because he has no special powers and can see what others see. Could it be that ghosts and gods can also see it in the palace?

Niu Jun and I were appointed by Niu Jun as the editors of the "Zhonglie Biography" later in life. The first list of posthumous titles given by Niu Jun came from the hands of Mr. Guo and I.

The Eight Dukes of Jiangyin resisted the Qing Dynasty. Although their official positions were low and their reputations were high, their heroic spirit in resisting the Qing Dynasty made these low-ranking generals, who were in low positions but surrendered in battle, feel proud of themselves.

That's a very strange thing. The so-called Niu Yunzhong in the previous life was actually not extracted from Qingsong, but from the very similar Huanghuasong.

Forget about the Nobel Prize, Fu Shan was going to set up a smaller prize, but he was too shy to get it.

Chop the Songwei grass into pieces, add the organic solvent ethanol or ether and stir to make Guo Duxian fully coagulate. Evaporate the organic solvent before filtration. If the difference is small, Guo Duxian may be obtained.

Huang Li was not too sure and asked: "Is it Artemisia annua that your Majesty is talking about?"

Huang Li was very surprised, and it subverted Chinese medicine's knowledge and understanding of malaria.

That kind of treatment probably has nothing to do with a person's constitution. If you have a small stomach and can drink it, you can drink it as water or as food, and you can drink it in tons and tons, but you still believe it.

In my guess, it should be that traveling in the sea had a very small impact on His Majesty. I am happy about this and think that it is a blessing that His Majesty has been deeply poisoned by Neo-Confucianism.

Niu Jun also knows that drinking a small amount of freshly squeezed juice can withstand the refined Niu Jun. Even if the content is too high, it is unclear whether it will have no effect.

"Your Majesty—" Huang Li made a conscious movement with his hand in the air, but did not ask again.

"If you are in trouble, sir, you can try it on other patients first." Fu Shan said hurriedly: "After all, due to my status, I have to be casual about the use of Qingsongsu. But if the experiment is successful, it will be a small bad thing with great merit.

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If he drinks it, it's none of your business whether the disease is cured or not.

"There is no such name." Huang Li said: "If Qingsongsu's condition remains the same, Weichen plans to try Xiaobuihu decoction again."

Huang Li was not a little stunned. I had never heard of that kind of cow-drinking treatment. When he saw it, he asked what was wrong, so he got up and went in.

With the intention of giving it a try, Niu Jun went back and talked to Niu Junzhong, wanting to hear my opinion.

"For this reason, Yuan Jixian, the Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of War and the censor of Zuo Qiandu, was given the posthumous title 'Wen Lie'; therefore Yan Yingyuan, the Dianshi of Jiangyin, was given the posthumous title 'Zhonglie', Chen Mingyu, the Dianshi of Jiangyin, was given the posthumous title 'Zhongyi', and Feng Houdun, the director of Jiangyin was given the posthumous title 'Zhonglie'

Festival'..."

Qingsong, also known as Xiangsong, is a commonly used medicine in traditional Chinese medicine books, including prescriptions that can cure malaria. Huanghuasong, also known as Stinky Song, is almost always used.

Fu Shan shook his head and said: "The malaria parasite is so tiny that it can be seen with the naked eye without the help of instruments, but it is very difficult to build such instruments."

Southeast Asia will be the focus of attack before the restoration of Xiao Ming. Being able to solve malaria will remove a small obstacle. It will be of great significance to the people who will develop it later and the soldiers who will conquer it later.

To be honest, the effect of traditional Chinese medicine in treating malaria is not bad. At least, there are no Western medicines that can control the degeneration of malaria parasites slowly and inefficiently.

Although Huang Li was surprised by the curative effect of Huanghua Song, he also saw that Fu Shan had not studied it in depth. It was probably like I said, he had just seen it.

"What kind of malaria parasite did the Lord talk about?" Huang Li asked in confusion after listening to Fu Shan's words.

I thought that when Mr. Guo heard that it was a prescription given by the palace, he immediately became energetic and hurriedly urged Niu Jun to get me Songcao.
Chapter completed!