fifth form

Chapter 471

Zhang Xuezhou has a skill in weighing meat.

This is the ability he developed in Zhangjiazhuang, but the approximate weight is easy to handle, and it is difficult to be accurate to one tael or even a few dollars.

The biggest obstacle for Zhang Xuezhou in refining Bigu San is not grinding and boiling over a low fire, but the inability to handle the weight of the material.

There is a lack of pill furnace in reality, and Zhang Xuezhou lacks the simplest things in the real world in this world.

He lacks a precise measurement tool.

Without accurate measurement, it is impossible for him to form an accurate ratio.

Even the bigu powder configured by Zhang Xuezhou couldn't even take shape.

He ended up with three clumps of gray-brown paste.

Although he knew that his medicine was far from reaching the threshold of Bigusan, Zhang Xuezhou was not prepared to waste it.

He can't afford to waste it right now, no matter how long he can suffer from hunger after taking three servings of medicine paste, some is better than nothing, after all, the medicinal materials used in Bigu San are not poisonous, and the medicine paste is not very toxic.

"240 eight and a half taels gone?"

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou's failure, Wang Ermazi was very thankful that he did not learn such a skill.

He could see that Zhang Xuezhou was so careful that he couldn't be picky when refining and boiling the elixir, but he still ushered in a three-game losing streak.

This kind of high loss will make an ordinary family go bankrupt, and a few more failures will not be affordable for wealthy families.

"It's better to boil herbal medicine, at least it won't lose money!"

Wang Ermazi thought about the herbal medicine he brewed, and felt that adding more or less would not affect the efficacy of the medicine, and it didn't matter if the cooking time was shorter or longer.

As for whether the patient's pain was cured or not, it was another matter. After all, nine of the ten patients died, and it was considered good that he could save one.

"The precise tool you mentioned may only be available in the imperial court!"

After Zhang Xuezhou laboriously described it, Wang Ermazi finally understood what Zhang Xuezhou needed.

For barefoot doctors like them, reaching out and grabbing is the weight.

And to be as accurate as Zhang Xuezhou mentioned, Wang Ermazi can only think of those officials who measure gold in the imperial court.

As the most precious currency, gold will be accurate to the smallest unit, and it will not be estimated with scales and hands at all.

"That's a little far away!"

Zhang Xuezhou thought about Dong Zhongshu's advice, then thought about the distance between Shu County City and Chang'an City, and then thought about mixing into the imperial court system.

This long time is enough for him to starve to death hundreds of times.

"Isn't there one in the Sheriff's Mansion?" Zhang Xuezhou wondered.

"Then you have to ask Sheriff Wen." Wang Ermazi said, "I'm just a barefoot doctor, I don't know anything about the Sheriff's Mansion and the court!"

"Come to your place next time to buy medicine!"

Zhang Xuezhou thought about it for a while, and finally had no choice but to bow his hands to Wang Ermazi, signaling that he would leave and return to the Sheriff's Mansion.

"You have to tell the little old man in advance how much you want to buy. Some of your medicinal materials are very valuable, and I have to go from village to house to collect them!"

Wang Ermazi replied, and replaced the self-proclaimed old man with a young old man, with the appearance of accepting a big business, Zhang Xuezhou felt that Bigu San was hard to bear.

But in the face of his life, he had to solve the problems one by one.

Like everyone in Shujun City, what Zhang Xuezhou needs to solve most right now is hunger, and he can only talk about pursuit when his stomach is full.

The time chaos caused by the confrontation between the emperor and the demons outside the territory changed everything about him. In reality, he needs to rely on infusions to maintain his life, but in this world, he needs to borrow medicines such as Bigu Powder to maintain his life.

Either one day Zhang Xuezhou's work and rest will return to normal, or one day his bigu technique will be so great that he can starve for seven days, so that Zhang Xuezhou can get rid of his body's need for survival.

He went through a lot of calculations and analysis of medicinal properties in refining Peiyuan Pill in the real world, and he cooked it in a pressure cooker in one go.

But in this world, Zhang Xuezhou's alchemy experience was defeated by the accuracy of weight.

Zhang Xuezhou was not good enough in accurate measurement, and Wang Ermazi couldn't do this kind of meticulousness.

To achieve precision, Zhang Xuezhou needs extremely fine tools, which is what the world calls 'weight'.

He searched around the Sheriff's Mansion, and when he found Sheriff Wen and Dong Zhongshu, they made a hollow iron pipe more than two feet long in a blacksmith's shop in Shujun City.

Different from the normal hollow iron pipe, this iron pipe also has a built-in small curved blade.

This is a more practical snake trap. Whenever a snake enters through a pipe, its body will be cut by the curved blade unknowingly, and if it turns around to get out of the trap, it will be pulled by the barb of the curved blade. It can cause wounds to grow larger and eventually lead to death.

"The end of the iron pipe can be used to place the demon treasure. Just turn the iron pipe upside down to put it in. There is also a baffle stuck inside, and it won't fall out when you turn it around!"

"Zhong Shu can actually design such a practical baby, he is really a wise man!"

"This is just a small way in the Luban art of the Mohist school. It's not worth mentioning that I pick up people's tooth and wisdom!"

"Brother Zhongshu's rich knowledge made me feel ashamed!"

"Everyone has their own way. Zhongweng has profound attainments in the Spring and Autumn Classics. I hope Zhongweng will not hesitate to teach you!"

"Just ask, I will definitely..."

Dong Zhongshu and Wen Weng were waiting to be crafted in the blacksmith shop, and they also communicated with each other.

After Zhang Xuezhou listened for a while, the two stopped talking.

"Looking at your gloomy face, could there be something wrong with refining medicine?"

"Would you like to borrow a scale?"

Dong Zhongshu was the first to observe the look, only to feel that Zhang Xuezhou's luck was the same as his, and he couldn't do anything.

Wen Weng received Zhang Xuezhou's request, which made him a little embarrassed.

"What you are weighing is not a heavy object, but a medicinal powder." Wen Weng said: "If you want to be accurate to the level you said, it can only be a magic weapon."

"Do you have this magic weapon?" Zhang Xuezhou said happily, "Don't worry, I just want to use it for a while, and I can return it to you immediately after using it, and there will be no delay."

"This magic weapon is said to be precious and useful, but it is not precious and rare." Wen Weng said: "I have only seen Zhou Taiwei use it once in Chang'an City."

"Chang'an City Zhou Taiwei!" Zhang Xuezhou said in surprise.

"The house of Zhou was confiscated, and that piece of weighing equipment might have fallen into the treasury!"

Wen Weng let out a sigh, while Zhang Xuezhou let out a sigh of relief.

How could he have the ability to persist until he went to Chang'an City.

According to the fact that he is often out of the body for seven days, it is still difficult to find someone to take care of him, and it is almost impossible to take him on a long journey.

"Heng's biggest problem lies in the fineness of the construction of the magic weapon. The material is not outrageous. I have three taels of fine gold. If I can ask this Liu Yishou blacksmith to make it according to the picture, it is not impossible to create a magic weapon of Heng!"

"Please help, Master Dong!"

Wen Weng had no choice but Dong Zhongshu pinched his beard and had some ideas.

This made Zhang Xuezhou immediately lower his head and ask for help.

"But three or two ounces of pure gold are what I use to create my magic weapon." Dong Zhongshu said, "You have to know that it's very sad that a monk doesn't have a magic weapon at hand, and he can hardly react to accidents."

"Fan, I have a magic weapon fan!"

Zhang Xuezhou patted the bag, and immediately took out the magic fan he had obtained from Dong Zhongshu.

"Give me a magic scale, and I'll give you a magic fan!"

"That's a good relationship. It just so happens that I know some little ways in the Luban technique of the Mohist school!"

Dong Zhongshu's eyebrows were wide open when Zhang Xuezhou's performance made Dong Zhongshu smile.

After more than two years, this magical fan finally officially returned to his hands.

(End of this chapter)