Chapter 211 The layout before entering Beijing (Part 1)
Chapter 211 The layout before entering Beijing (Part 1)
Paying attention to filial piety and respecting teachers is what the emperor likes.
Chen Ping’s first teacher, Ye Wenchang, his story will definitely be mentioned by interested people in the future.
But if you can wash away the false charges, you can turn things around.
Zhao Wenhe murmured meaningfully.
"Most of the noble viscounts in the imperial court pride themselves on filial piety and try to get good jobs, but the emperor chooses only a handful of people. Although the emperor is older now, he is more understanding than any of us."< /p>
"You are smart and capable, and cautious. But Qianzhou is too small after all. Jianzhou and Qingzhou are not much. The waves and clouds in the capital are treacherous. What is important is to defend. Whoever defends the longest will be the most secure. So the big Yuchaotang also needs someone who can defend and stand up."
Zhao Wenhe spoke with sincerity and sincerity. After Chen Ping pondered silently, he replied resolutely.
"Students swear an oath to keep their integrity and their courage unwavering!"
The night was deep and the candle light was extinguished. Chen Ping's eyes were like sparks starting to set off a prairie fire, and his blood was boiling.
Zhao Wenhe nodded happily, hailing Jieyuan as the youngest person in history. As long as Chen Ping can hold on firmly, he can stand.
One day, Dayu's history books will surely have his mark.
……
After Zhao Wenhe left, Chen Ping meditated in his room for a night, and finally made a decision in the early morning.
He originally wanted to postpone the matter for a while, but now he can't wait any longer.
After midnight, Chen Ping changed his clothes and washed up, then turned around to find He Qingxuan and Ye Chongwen.
"You came just in time, we are discussing what we should prepare for you to enter Beijing..."
"I have prepared everything needed to enter Beijing. There are two things I need to discuss with you."
Chen Ping was so serious when they met. He Qingxuan and Ye Chongwen couldn't help but froze for a moment, thinking that something had happened again.
Before they could ask, Chen Ping took out a few pieces of paper from his sleeves and placed them on the table, sat down and said.
"Qingxuan, didn't you want to make red bricks before?" He said: "Here is the formula for red bricks, as well as the steel-making technique, briquettes, and penicillin that I came up with in the past half month..."
The two people came over with curiosity in their eyes.
"You mentioned red bricks before, but what is this briquette? Coal?" He Qingxuan asked.
Ye Chongwen also muttered: "Do you still know the art of steelmaking?"
Chen Ping smiled and said: "Although this briquette is simple in workmanship, it can burn for two hours. It is most suitable for heating. You will know it by yourself. If this thing is used among the people, I don't know how many people can help survive the harsh winter." ."
As soon as these words came out, He Qingxuan immediately became interested and took it in his hand to look at it carefully.
But in the blink of an eye, he jumped up with shortness of breath, and his face turned blue when he spoke.
"Chen, Chen Ping! Sixty thousand catties, you...are you kidding?"
The annual steel production in Dayu is only 30,000 jins at most, but the steelmaking method Chen Ping mentioned on paper has an annual output of 60,000 jins?!
This is simply a fantasy!
Ye Chongwen took the paper recording the steel-making technique and took a breath of cold air.
"I know both the steel frying method and the steel filling method, but this stove...is such a simple stove?"
On that drawing, there is an earthen blast furnace, like a rocket heading straight into the sky.
"This furnace requires only red bricks and coal, and the output is only calculated at a small scale."
If we take a loose calculation, it is not impossible to reach 200,000 kilograms a year.
Chen Ping knew that they couldn't believe it for a moment, so he didn't explain much. He just said: "Qingxuan, you can study it slowly. It doesn't matter if you try it anyway."
He Qingxuan had the illusion of being struck by lightning. He knew that Chen Ping was well-informed, but this output could almost change the world.
"With so much steel, are we, Dayu, worried that we won't have weapons? This... if this is used on the battlefield..."
As he said this, he exchanged glances with Ye Chongwen, and the two looked at Chen Ping again with increasingly complicated expressions.
With incredible steel production ahead, He Qingxuan felt that he would no longer be surprised by the "penicillin" that he had never heard of.
He swallowed and asked calmly: "Then what is this penicillin?"
Chen Ping stared at him seriously without thinking, and said: "No matter cement, red bricks, or steel-making methods, in my opinion, they are not as good as penicillin in case of failure!"
He Qingxuan's eyelids twitched and his head stopped moving completely.
"Can this be more important than thirty thousand kilograms of steel?!"
Ye Chongwen grabbed the paper as if he had seen a ghost, and looked at it carefully for a moment, but he was still confused.
"Soak the green hairs in water... and what is a petri dish? It is made into dry powder, and a thin glass needle is used together with it? What is the use of this?"
"You have all seen the effects of alcohol," Chen Ping smiled calmly and asked, "What if the effects of alcohol were amplified a thousand times?"
Ye Chongwen was stunned and continued to ask: "Magnify it a thousand times...what can I do?"
You really can’t blame him for being ignorant, because it’s really unimaginable how advanced medicine was in his previous life.
In fact, penicillin has been recorded in the Han and Tang Dynasties, but the method of use was extremely primitive.
Just like ordinary people applying wild herbs to wounds, it took thousands of years for later generations to summarize it and name it penicillin.
Chen Ping stopped talking and said directly.
"Over the years, hundreds of thousands of people have died in wars, but do you know how many people have died from infectious diseases?"
He Qingxuan seemed to have grasped something important, and said in a hoarse voice.
"Last year I heard that a village in Xiangzhou was wiped out due to smallpox."
"Chen Ping! What do you mean..." Ye Chongwen also reacted and couldn't believe it.
"Penicillin can cure tuberculosis, high fever, and syphilis. These are some of its effects. But I am not proficient in medical skills, so Qingxuan you can choose a doctor you trust to develop this medicine for you."
Tuberculosis, high fever, and syphilis, just these three cures are enough to make you famous throughout the ages!
He Qingxuan blushed with excitement, "Are you sure you want to hand over such an important thing to me?"
"I can only give such an important thing to the person I trust most."
Chen Ping looked at He Qingxuan with sincere and calm eyes.
"It's just that these things must be taken out when they are needed, otherwise they may be stolen by the enemy. If you use the right time, you can not only change people's livelihood, but also change the war situation and history! It may even...
..save our lives."
These things are like an invisible storm that will brew from now on and will surely sweep through the entire Dayu in the future.
The air around him was quiet, and the moment their eyes met, He Qingxuan first hid the pieces of paper in his arms like treasures, and then solemnly handed them over.
"Don't worry! From today on, even if I sleep, these things will not leave my side."
Ye Chongwen, who was envious at the side, almost wanted to stay. He quickly grabbed the arm facing Chen Ping and asked: "What about me? What about me? What earth-shattering things have you prepared for me?"
Chen Ping and He Qingxuan burst into laughter. It seemed that this kid was very jealous and started to get anxious.