He had someone make a copy of Tulangzhong's manual, and gave the copy to Tian Dachun of the printing house for printing.
Tian Dachun and the others were very familiar with printing medical books, so they immediately started preparations for typesetting.
Chen Jingke took Yuan Yuan into the palace to find his eldest grandson Wugou, and said pretentiously: "Aunt, please read the medical books and compile them."
Changsun Wugu happily took the medical book, frowned when he saw the name on the cover, and said:
"Why does a good book have such an unpleasant name...Zhenren Sun would definitely not be like this. It's obvious that this name was chosen by you."
Chen Jingke said unconvinced: "What's wrong with that? It's more down-to-earth and simple."
He chose this name based on the "Barefoot Doctor's Manual", how could it be wrong?
Changsun Wugou shook his head, too lazy to talk to him anymore. He took out his pen and wrote four characters again: Synopsis of the Golden Chamber.
"That's the name."
Chen Jingke complained: "With such a complicated name, who would have thought it was a medical book? The doctor's manual is clear at a glance, how good it is."
Changsun Wugou said angrily: "Those who have read it will naturally know what kind of book it is... I haven't settled the score with you yet. I heard that you will marry that martial lady after Duke Ying's filial piety period?"
"Ah..." Chen Jingke was embarrassed. He looked around and said, "What about that? I'll leave first if I have something else to do. Call me if you have something else to do."
"Come back." Changsun Wugu said angrily: "A man dares to act like a real man. Did you run away because you didn't want to marry her, or because you didn't want to enter the palace again?"
Chen Jingke returned in a whimpering manner and said cautiously: "No, no, aunt, please calm down and I'll give you a cup of tea."
After saying that, he quickly lifted the teapot and filled the cup with more than half of the water. He held the cup in both hands and placed it in front of her: "Please drink some water to moisten your throat."
Changsun Wugou glared at him and said, "Sit down and talk properly."
Chen Jingke quickly sat down.
Changsun Wugao said earnestly: "I'm not angry about you marrying her. Since Erlang and I promised you and I will not go back on our words, it's your business to marry her whenever you want."
"What I'm angry about is that you hid it from us. This shows your distrust of us. If I really want to object, do you think you can get married by hiding it?"
Chen Jingke said with shame: "I was wrong, aunt, please don't be angry."
Then he looked left and right, leaned closer to her and said in a low voice: "Actually, it's not that I don't believe you, I'm just wary of the saint. He loves little Sizi so much, who knows what irrational things he might do."
The eldest grandson Wugao couldn't laugh or cry. This boy's thoughts were always so unexpected: "If Erlang hears this, be careful he really won't let you marry that Wu Shu."
Chen Jingke shrank his neck and said, "With you here, the saint will listen to you the most."
Changsun Wugou was angry and funny, but at the same time she felt Chen Jingke's trust and dependence on her, and she was very happy and said:
"Okay, don't compliment me. I'll just treat it as what you just took the initiative to confess to me. I can tell Erlang later."
Chen Jingke said gratefully: "Thank you, aunt, you are so kind to me."
Changsun Wugou warned: "But I have something ugly to say first."
"You said."
"Don't make your marriage to her too public. Just invite relatives and friends to attend."
Chen Jingke knew why. The royal princess looked unhappy when she was married to another woman.
If they are making such a fuss, they really are not saving any face for the royal family.
There was really nothing to dwell on about this matter, and the two quickly shifted the topic to the medical system.
Changsun Wugou said: "The imperial court has recruited two thousand people from good families and has completed vaccinations for them. Now we are focusing on training on medical knowledge. It is just the right time to complete the outline of the Golden Chamber."
Chen Jingke said: "It's too hasty. Although we don't have high requirements for Tulangzhong, we can't have no requirements. We must let them study for at least a year and a half."
Changsun Wujia explained: "The vaccination plan cannot be launched so quickly. Cultivating enough cowpox is more troublesome than cultivating a doctor."
"If you want to cultivate vaccinia on a large scale and continuously, it will take several months to prepare. It will not be officially launched until the spring of next year. This time is enough to memorize the prescriptions in the Golden Chamber Synopsis."
"Even so, they will not be allowed to treat people directly. Their first priority is to vaccinate against smallpox, and they can take time to learn medical skills between vaccinations."
"At the same time, we will give classes to those people selected from various states and counties to assist with smallpox vaccination, and teach those people the essentials of the Golden Chamber."
Chen Jingke was even more troubled and said: "These people themselves are two-handed swordsmen, how can they be others' masters? One of them is not good at healing people."
Changsun Wugou said: "As you said, a quack doctor is better than no doctor at all. This is the fastest way I can think of to train a native doctor."
Chen Jingke was very helpless. He knew that what she said was right. It was a practical approach to resolve the issues first and then the pros and cons.
So he could only say: "Follow-up training mechanisms must also be established, and at least half a month should be spent every year to train them. If nothing else, at least help them answer some questions."
Changsun Wugou nodded and said: "This matter is also in the plan, but the resources I can mobilize are limited. At the moment, I can only focus on the plan to cultivate Tulangzhong."
Chen Jingke sighed: "That's all we can do."
Changsun Wugou said again: "By the way, I am going to take this opportunity to train all the Wen Pos in the world. What do you think?"
Chen Jingke was stunned for a moment and said, "Po Wen?"
Changsun Wugou said: "Yes, most people go to a nurse to give birth to a baby instead of a doctor. These ladies basically don't understand medical skills, and they know nothing about new medicine."
"I have learned about their delivery process. There are huge problems and many pregnant women and children die prematurely."
"If we can summarize a simple delivery process and train stable mothers, we should be able to save many innocent lives."
Chen Jingke said in admiration: "Auntie, you are so smart, you can think of all this... It's really great, your merits are immeasurable."
His idea was recognized, and Changsun Wugou was also very happy and said: "As long as it works, Zixiao Temple is the best at delivering babies. Go back and ask them to write down their experience and bring it to me."
But Chen Jingke shook his head and said: "Zi Xiaoguan is really not good at delivering babies, so he relies on caesarean section to support the show. You can find more stable women and let them talk about their experiences."
"Then Zixiaoguan can summarize their experiences from a medical perspective, so that the summarized process will be more feasible."
Changsun Wugou couldn't help but nodded and said: "That's fine, I'll let others do it. It's just a pity that there is no way to teach others the method of caesarean section."
Chen Jingke said: "It's not that it can't be taught, but that if the operation is not done well, it will kill people. They must not be allowed to use it without professional training."
"The only way to promote surgery throughout the world is to train professional doctors and build professional hospitals."
Changsun Wugou said: "I know, I'm just sighing... I heard that your medical class will recruit more students next year?"
Chen Jingke said: "Yes, teach more qualified doctors, select the outstanding ones to stay as teachers, and teach more doctors..."
While the two were talking, they heard someone outside the door shouting: "Brother, brother, you are here."
Just by the sound, I knew it was Xiao Sizi coming.
The smile on Chen Jingke's face couldn't help but become brighter. He turned to look at the door, and then saw a little Sizi in palace clothes trotting in.
She was very happy to see his little Sizi, but she didn't come close to him. Instead, she stood at the door and said sweetly: "Brother."
Chen Jingke's voice was sweet and sweet, and half of Chen Jingke's body went numb. He said with a smile: "Xiao Sizi, you are here, have you missed your brother?"
Xiao Sizi glanced at his mother and whispered: "Yeah, I think so." After saying that, he quickly covered his face with a round fan.
Chen Jingke smiled endlessly.
Changsun Wugou shook his head secretly. This little girl of his was too naive. He stretched out his hand to little Sizi and said, "Come here, come to me."
When Xiao Sizi came over, he reached out and rubbed her face and said, "My poor girl, your good brother is going to marry another woman."
Chen Jingke was a little embarrassed and worried that she would be angry and sad.
But Xiao Sizi didn't feel jealous or sad. Instead, he blinked and said, "Is it Sister Wu?"
Changsun Wugou said: "Yes, aren't you angry?"
Xiao Sizi shook his head and said: "Sister Wu is the daughter-in-law of Sun Zhenzhen's family. It is right for my brother to marry her. I am not angry."
Changsun Wugou didn't know what to say for a moment.
Although Xiao Sizi is precocious, she doesn't really understand some things. She doesn't know what marriage means, nor does she know what it means to share a man with another woman.
Chen Jingke was filled with guilt. He felt sorry for Xiao Sizi in this matter. But the matter had reached this stage, and there was not much he could do except compensate her more in the future.
Facing his innocent daughter, Changsun Wugou said nothing and just asked Chen Jingke to play with her as usual.
I say it's just for fun, but actually I spend most of my time teaching her to write.
Since she started learning calligraphy, they both studied for half an hour, rested for about ten minutes, and then studied for another half hour.
If it were an ordinary child, he would definitely not be willing to study. But I have to say that Xiao Sizi is not an ordinary child, and she likes it very much.
She especially liked how Chen Jingke took her hand to write stroke by stroke, and every time she would deliberately push her bun into his chin.
Even when he pretended to be angry, she would laugh happily.
Everyone has different talents, and we have to admit this. Xiao Sizi's talent in calligraphy is very high, and he can already write decently after practicing calligraphy for only half a year.
It would be an exaggeration to say how good she is, but her words have appropriate horizontal and vertical spacing, which is far better than that of her peers.
It is recorded in the history books of her previous life that she was able to imitate Li Shimin's Fei Bai body at a young age, almost to the point that it was almost fake.
Now it seems that even though it is an exaggeration, it also has a certain factual basis.
Now Chen Jingke believes more and more that she can become a great calligrapher by relying on Zhao Mengfu's regular script, so she becomes more serious in teaching.
After spending two hours with Xiao Sizi, Chen Jingke left the palace.
Returning to Zixiao Temple, he first told Sun Simiao about Changsun Wujia's plan to train Wenpo. He was very interested: "Leave this matter to me. I can come up with the teaching materials in a month at most."
Chen Jingke said: "Don't worry yet, I asked my aunt to find experienced Wen Po to collect experience. It won't be too late for you to take action when she has news."
Sun Simiao thought for a moment and said, "It's okay, I have specialization in the field of surgery, but I am indeed not as good as those experienced midwives in delivering babies."
After finishing talking about the business, Chen Jingke hesitated for a moment and then said: "My aunt and I are already aware of the marriage between Madam Wu and I and have agreed to it, but she asked us not to make a fuss about it."
Sun Simiao was not surprised and said: "It's something that was expected. We really don't have the idea of making a big deal about it. The situation at Shu'er is not suitable for a big deal."
"I have already told Mrs. Wu that only some relatives and friends will be invited."
In ancient times, it was popular to marry richly, which means that a married woman should prepare a generous dowry. The higher the status, the thicker the dowry. If the dowry is too small, people will look down upon it.
These dowries are personal property of the bride, and she can take them all away even if she gets divorced in the future.
In the case of Wu Shu's family, Wu Yuanqing and Wu Yuanshuang would definitely not give her a dowry, and even if they came up with it, they wouldn't be able to give her much.
In this case, making big fuss will only make them lose face even more.
But there is a solution to everything, so Chen Jingke naturally would not let her lose face, and had already prepared the dowry out of his own pocket.
Dozens of carts of jewelry, silk and satin, etc. were purchased in batches and quietly transported into the Wu Mansion's warehouse.
At the same time, the entire courtyard where Wu Shu lived was renovated and decorated very festively.
Before he could make arrangements here, Wu Shu returned first.
Chen Jingke went to the pier to greet her in person. He missed her very much after not seeing her for a month and gave her a hug in public.
Her neck turned red from embarrassment, and she didn't dare to look up for a long time.
Mrs. Wu smiled inwardly and turned her head to the side, pretending not to see it. Wu Chang covered his eyes with his hands, but the gaps between his fingers were big enough to hold an egg.
"Humph." Wu Yuanshuang, who was following behind, cursed in his heart for being shameless, but he did not dare to say the words out loud, so he could only snort to express his dissatisfaction.
Although Chen Jingke didn't know him, he could guess who he was and ignored him. Instead, he said to Zhu Xiliang: "Zhu Lushi, thank you for taking care of me. I will take note of this and you will be rewarded in the future."
Zhu Xiliang was waiting for this sentence, and said with a smile: "Haha... You are so polite, Master, but it is just a small effort. I have to go back to recover, so I won't stay any longer. I will talk about it later when I have time."
Chen Jingke said: "Okay, then I won't keep you. I'll take care of Zhu Lu."
After sending Zhu Xiliang and others away, Chen Jingke took Wu Shu and others back to Zixiao Temple.
From the beginning to the end, he didn't say a word to Wu Yuanshuang, and his power was directly displayed on his face. Wu Yuanshuang was very angry, but the other party's arrogance made him even more afraid to be presumptuous.
When he returned to the temple, he saw that the courtyard where he lived was so festively decorated. Wu Shu didn't know what was going on, and his face turned red again.