Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather.

Chapter 509: Pill Refining
After returning to Beijing from Cuixia Valley, Yang Zhengshan resumed his previous life.

He would visit the Martial Arts Pavilion every few days, leave some spiritual spring water there, and also give some guidance to the disciples of the Martial Arts Pavilion on their training.

The subjects of Yanwu Pavilion are divided into five categories: martial arts, training, military tactics, equipment and medicine. Among them, martial arts and training are compulsory subjects that every disciple must participate in, while military tactics, equipment and medicine can be chosen as electives.

That day Yang Zhengshan came to the Yanwu Pavilion. He first went to take a look at the residence of the Yanwu Pavilion which was still under construction. The Ministry of Works acted quickly, but the newly built residence of the Yanwu Pavilion would not be available for occupancy until next year at the earliest. This year, the Yanwu Pavilion could only spend the rest of its time in that simple village.

After checking the progress of the Ministry of Works and urging the officials there, Yang Zhengshan finally came to the temporary residence of the Yanwu Pavilion.

At this time, in the training ground of the Martial Arts Pavilion, three hundred disciples were undergoing military training under the guidance of their instructors.

Even though these three hundred disciples are all acquired warriors, their training still starts with the most basic formation.

The martial arts instructors and training instructors at the Yanwu Pavilion are all military officers from the border troops, but their training methods are roughly the same, because nowadays the training methods of the Darong border troops almost all come from the "Military Training Records".

That’s right, it was the “Military Training Records” written by Yang Zhengshan ten years ago. Now, “Military Training Records” has become the outline for military training in Dayong Border Town.

Of course, compared with Yang Zhengshan's method of training troops, they are still inferior.

Although "Military Training Records" was written by Yang Zhengshan, it was a version from ten years ago. At that time, Yang Zhengshan referred more to some military training experiences in his previous life and added some of his own ideas to write it.

Now, Yang Zhengshan has been leading troops for more than ten years, and has trained more than 100,000 elite soldiers under his command. He has a lot of understanding of training and deploying troops.

So he made some repairs and adaptations to the "Military Training Record" he had written before.

Especially in this kind of training method specifically for warriors, he has more experience.

Formation training is the basis of military training. It can improve the soldiers' ability to coordinate operations, enhance their trust and communication, and is also an important method to strengthen military discipline and military law.

It can be said that formation training is the only way for ordinary people to transform into soldiers.

This is why Yang Zhengshan always requires that military training must start with formation training.

Arriving at the training ground, Yang Zhengshan looked at the three hundred disciples standing neatly in the training ground and nodded with satisfaction.

In about a month, these 300 disciples have completed basic training, and now it is time to start practical training.

Seeing Yang Zhengshan walking into the training ground, several instructors who were supervising the training hurried over and said, "Greetings, Master Wu Zheng!"

Yang Zhengshan nodded slightly, "Just take care of yourselves, don't worry about me!"

"Here!"

Several instructors responded and stopped following Yang Zhengshan. They were all used to Yang Zhengshan's casualness.

Yang Zhengshan was walking in the queue, his eyes scanning each disciple.

Most of these disciples came from noble and official families, and a small number came from folk martial arts families and martial arts sects. They could all be considered talented people with outstanding gifts.

But they also have many faults. The children of nobles and officials are accustomed to a life of luxury, while warriors who come from martial arts families and martial arts sects are more or less rebellious.

But these problems are nothing. When you come to the Martial Arts Pavilion, you have to control your temper and correct any bad habits.

The Yanwu Pavilion is not the Imperial College. In Yang Zhengshan's eyes, the Yanwu Pavilion is a military institution, and the military academy is also a military institution. All disciplines must be enforced according to the standards of the military camp.

There have been troublemakers over the past month, but the consequences of being a troublemaker under Yang Zhengshan are predictable.

The reason why he didn't kill them directly was because Yang Zhengshan valued his talent.

After inspecting the Martial Arts Pavilion and finding nothing to do, Yang Zhengshan went back home.

After returning to the Marquis' Mansion, Yang Zhengshan hid in the study and began to study the recipes of Zhenyuan Pill and Yugu Bingxin Pill.

He had already planted the Star Yuan Fruits in the Lingquan Space. He had planted both Star Yuan Fruits.

Although he no longer has the Star Yuan Fruit, it does not prevent him from studying the recipe of the True Yuan Pill.

In fact, the art of alchemy is not as magical as imagined.

The art of alchemy requires attention to pharmacology, and the recipe for the elixir must be composed according to the main, secondary, adjuvant and auxiliary ingredients. Alchemy does not require an alchemy furnace, heavenly fire, earthly fire, Samadhi fire or the like. It just uses the decocting method to boil the medicinal materials into a paste, and then roll them into pills.

That’s right, the so-called alchemy technique is to make pills.

What matters is pharmacology, not other messy things.

Of course, this does not mean that refining pills is easy. In fact, the process of making pills is very particular. The proportion of medicine and the decoction process need to be treated with a rigorous and careful attitude.

Making pills is a process that requires patience.

Yang Zhengshan had never made pills before, but he was quite proficient in pharmacology and had done a lot of research on it over the years.

There are two pill recipes, but now he lacks the main ingredients, so he cannot refine them.

But it doesn’t matter. If you can’t refine these two recipes, then try a more common recipe to practice.

Zhuanggu Dan has the effects of dispelling wind and dampness, nourishing yin and suppressing yang, and strengthening tendons and bones. It is useful for both martial artists in the body-building realm and martial artists in the acquired realm. It helps martial artists stretch their tendons and bones and enhance their physical fitness.

The medicinal materials needed for Zhuanggu Dan are also very common. The main ingredients are tiger bones and ginseng, and the other auxiliary ingredients are relatively common medicinal materials.

Compared with the Zhenyuan Pill and Yugu Bingxin Pill, refining the Zhuanggu Pill is undoubtedly much easier.

Of course, this ease is relative. In fact, the Bone Strengthening Pill is also a very precious thing, because the ginseng used to refine it must be a precious medicine.

This bone strengthening pill is said to be useful for warriors in the body-building realm, but there are really not many warriors in the body-building realm who can afford it.

Therefore, bone strengthening pills are mostly used by warriors below the fifth level of acquired martial arts, and only those acquired martial artists with rich family backgrounds can afford it. Without some wealth, acquired martial artists would be reluctant to use this thing.

Of course, this is not a problem for Yang Zhengshan. He has plenty of precious ginseng. I can't say how many, but he can still take out two or three hundred plants.

It was a very hot day at the end of August.

Yang Zhengshan was squatting in the pavilion on the back hill of the marquis's mansion, tending to the stove for boiling medicine with sweat all over his forehead.

This was already the eighth pot of bone-strengthening pills he had brewed. All the previous ones he had brewed were buried in the mountain.

"Master, are you sure you can make a bone strengthening pill this way?"

Wang Mingzhe next to him was looking at the stove with a look of despair on his face.

"This is what's written on the recipe. First use high heat, then low heat, and boil it back and forth four times. Each time should be no less than quarter of an hour!" Yang Zhengshan pulled his beard with one hand and fanned the stove with the other.

Wang Mingzhe next to him was fanning him with a palm-leaf fan.

"But Master, you have failed seven times!" said Wang Mingzhe.

Yang Zhengshan looked at the casserole on the stove, thinking, "Is it the stove that's wrong?"

"How is this possible? Wasn't this stove brought from the Imperial Hospital?" Wang Mingzhe was really in pain.

It would be bad enough that I couldn't sleep in such a hot day, but I actually had to accompany my master here to warm up the stove.

Woohoo, Master, please find another disciple to torture!

"Yes, these things belong to the Imperial Hospital. The imperial doctors used them to make pills. Why can't I do the same?"

Yang Zhengshan was a little confused.

In order to refine the bone-strengthening pill, he went to ask Sun Wanzhen, the director of the Imperial Medical Bureau, for advice.

The recipe for the pill is correct, the equipment is correct, the medicinal materials are correct, and the refining process is strictly in accordance with the recipe, so there should be no mistakes.

But why is there something wrong with what was refined?

Yang Zhengshan really couldn't understand it.

Two hours later, a new pot of bone-strengthening ointment came out of the oven. Yang Zhengshan carefully opened the lid of the casserole, looked at the gray ointment inside, and frowned even more deeply.

So gray!
The recipe says it should be black!

Sun Wanzhen also said it should be black.

But he just couldn't make the black ointment.

If the ointment is not right, the pills made from it will definitely be wrong.

"Master, do you want to try if this thing has any medicinal effects?" Wang Mingzhe said.

"You try?" Yang Zhengshan glanced at him.

"Uh, Master, I'm still young and growing, so it's better not to eat randomly!" Wang Mingzhe shook his head like a rattle.

What a joke, all medicines are poisonous, especially this kind of unclear medicine.

Yang Zhengshan stroked his beard and thought about it.

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If this is the first time this has happened, it might be that he has ruined the medicine.

If this happens twice in a row, there may be something wrong with his steps.

But this was the eighth time, and he had carefully summarized the experiences of his seven failures, but it was still the same.

"Go get a sheep!"

"Sheep! Okay!" When Wang Mingzhe heard that he was not allowed to try the medicine, he immediately ran to lead the sheep.

A moment later, Wang Mingzhe came over leading a sheep.

Meow~~
Yang Zhengshan picked a handful of grass, put some ointment on it and handed it to the sheep.

The sheep first sniffed it and then started eating.

After eating a handful of grass, the sheep bleated twice, as if to say, "Uncle Sheep, I'm not full yet!"

Wang Mingzhe looked at the sheep carefully, "Master, it seems that there is no reaction, it should not be poisonous!"

Yang Zhengshan reached out and pinched the sheep's neck, feeling the changes in its pulse.

After making sure that there was nothing wrong with the sheep, he picked up the remaining ointment, put a little in his mouth.

After savoring it carefully, it tastes a bit bitter, but also has a faint medicinal aroma.
After swallowing it, Yang Zhengshan carefully felt the changes in his body.

"Go and get a bone-strengthening pill for the master!" Yang Zhengshan ordered.

"Okay!" Wang Mingzhe ran away, but soon ran back.

Although he looks fat, this guy runs very fast.

Yang Zhengshan swallowed the bone strengthening pill and felt it carefully. Comparing the two, Yang Zhengshan suddenly found that what he had brewed was the bone strengthening pill.

Although the effect of the Bone Strengthening Pill on Yang Zhengshan is very weak, with Yang Zhengshan's current ability to sense his body, he can clearly feel the effect of the Bone Strengthening Pill after it enters his body.

The medicinal power spread and eventually merged into the bones and flesh, warming the bones throughout the body.

"This is the bone-strengthening pill!" Yang Zhengshan said affirmatively.

There is nothing wrong with the recipe, medicinal materials, decoction process, and efficacy. If this isn’t a bone-strengthening pill, then what is it?
The only difference is that the color of the boiled ointment is slightly different.

But why are there differences in the colors of ointments?
Yang Zhengshan thought about it, and then instructed Wang Mingzhe: "Go to the storehouse and get a precious ginseng!"

If there is any difference between the bone-strengthening pill he refined and that refined by the Imperial Hospital, it is the precious medicine ginseng.

The precious ginseng he used came from the Lingquan space, while the precious ginseng used by the Imperial Hospital grew naturally in the mountains and forests.

In this way, Yang Zhengshan spent another two hours to boil a pot of bone-strengthening ointment.

When he opened the casserole again, he was a little amused.

"Master, Master, it's right this time!" Wang Mingzhe shouted excitedly.

Yang Zhengshan looked depressed. Not only was he right this time, but he was right the eight times before.

In other words, he wasted several days' effort and seven precious ginseng plants.

This was also Yang Zhengshan's fault for being inexperienced. He thought there was something wrong with the ointment he made just because of a small problem.

If other doctors come, even if there is a difference in the color of the ointment, they can use their experience or other methods to verify whether there is a problem with the ointment.

After all, this pot of medicinal herbs is not cheap. Apart from Yang Zhengshan, probably few people would be willing to throw it away.

The reason for the difference in color is that a large part of the medicinal materials used by Yang Zhengshan come from the Lingquan space.

After making sure that there was no problem with the ointment, Yang Zhengshan rolled all of it into pills.

Each pill was the size of a fingertip, and the two pots of ointment produced more than twenty bone-strengthening pills in total.

Watching the bone strengthening pills being put into the small porcelain bottle, Wang Mingzhe couldn't resist the temptation, "Master, can you give me a few?"

"What do you want it for?" Yang Zhengshan asked in surprise.

"Can't the bone-strengthening pill strengthen tendons and bones? Isn't it appropriate for my disciple to use it now?" Wang Mingzhe said as a matter of course.

Yang Zhengshan glanced at him and said, "This thing is of little use to you. If you want it, make it yourself later!"

Does Wang Mingzhe need bone strengthening pills?
Definitely not needed.

Why use bone-strengthening pills when you have spiritual spring water?

"But I don't have any ginseng!" Wang Mingzhe blinked.

Seeing him like this, Yang Zhengshan knew what he was planning.

"There should be a few more in the warehouse, you can use them!"

The ginseng in the warehouse were all gifts from others. Although they are also precious medicines, their medicinal properties are not as good as those of the ginseng grown in space.

"Thank you, Master!" Wang Mingzhe smiled.

Yang Zhengshan looked at him and said earnestly: "Since you are interested in refining medicine, then refine it well."

Wang Mingzhe has been accompanying him in refining medicine these days. Although Wang Mingzhe looks bored, Yang Zhengshan can see that he is still very interested in refining medicine.

At least this kid didn't secretly sleep while making the medicine.

"I have never studied pharmacology!" Wang Mingzhe scratched his head and said.

He was indeed interested in refining medicine, more than in studying or practicing martial arts.

"It's not too late to learn now. There are many medical books in my study. You can take them and read them. If you really like them, I will invite Doctor Sun to come to my house one day and let him be your teacher!" Yang Zhengshan said with a smile.

Sun Wanzhen's medical skills are naturally impeccable. Not only that, he is also very good at refining pills.

In the whole of Kyoto, in the fields of medicine and alchemy, the only person who could rival him was Granny Meng from the Three Valleys.

Yang Zhengshan naturally wouldn't mind Wang Ming's study of philosophy, medicine, and alchemy. He even hoped that this kid could learn more other things so that he wouldn't have to hide in the house and sleep in all day.

(End of this chapter)