The Ming Dynasty took an unconventional approach

Chapter 1053 Unwavering Even in the Face of Death
Pan Yun had no connection to medicine in her previous life, but she knew that the smallpox vaccine in her later life was a breakthrough achieved through cowpox vaccination, but she didn't know exactly how the breakthrough was made.

Since there has been previous experience with smallpox vaccination here, but the success rate was not high, it is clear that smallpox vaccination was still very dangerous at this time.

Pan Yun looked back and forth between the two of them, and hesitated before saying, "Are you sure? Smallpox is highly contagious, and neither of you has ever had it."

She said, "Although I have high cultivation, I am powerless in the face of disease. Once you contract smallpox, you will have to gamble half of your life."

Tao Yanbai turned to look at his junior sister and said seriously, "Junior Uncle, if we can grow seedlings to prevent smallpox, I will die without regret."

Miaohe quickly replied, "Me too!"

Her eyes were full of excitement, without a trace of worry about the future: "Preventing smallpox, isn't that more interesting than becoming an immortal? Junior Uncle, we of Sanqing Mountain are Taoist healers. If we can relieve this great calamity of the world, hehehe, my third senior brother and I will definitely be remembered in history!"

Pan Yun nodded affirmatively and said, "You will definitely be remembered in history, even more so than I am."

Miaohe looked doubtful.

Pan Jun ruffled her hair and said, "Really, in history books I may be a treacherous official, a national traitor, or a heretic, but you will definitely be renowned doctors praised throughout the ages, just like Bian Que and Hua Tuo."

Their eyes lit up, and they were both excited and determined.

Looking at their still-childish faces, Pan Yun decided to draw more talismans for the two of them to protect themselves in the next two days.

Others may not know how powerful Pan Yun's peace charm is, but how could they not know its might?

Tao Yanbai and Miao He each wore one around their necks, tucked one into each side of their clothes, and placed another under their pillows, providing comprehensive protection.

Pan Yun installed a foot-operated generator for them on the top floor and connected it to the wind turbine blades on the roof.

The fan blades can power the generator on the roof. Of course, if the wind is not strong enough, you can also pedal it. There is a telegraph machine next to it.

Zhao Shizhu has successfully sent and received five telegrams; the rest he will have to master on his own.

Pan Yun left him a copy of the Analects and a copy of the Thousand Character Classic, and most of their current codebooks come from these two books.

Public channels used the Thousand Character Classic for ordinary information transmission, while military intelligence used the Analects.

Different intelligence channels are different.

Pan Yun said, "It's good that Miaohe and the others stay here. If you don't understand something, you can ask them."

Zhao Shizhu said with some worry, "What if this thing breaks? None of us know how to fix it..."

Pan Yun: "If it breaks, just pat it."

Zhao Shizhu: "Huh?"

Pan Yun: "If it still doesn't work after filming, unplug and replug the wires. Don't plug them in the wrong way. Unplug one and plug it in one at a time. Make sure the motor is properly storing and outputting power. This can basically fix 90% of the problems. As for the remaining 10%... I believe that the machines made by the Ministry of Works of the Ming Dynasty are not that bad."

Zhao Shizhu had nothing to say.

Miaohe patted his chest and said, "Uncle Zhao, don't worry, I know this well!"

Tao Yanbai nodded and said, "If the magical artifacts of our Sanqing Mountain stop working, just pat them to remove the dust and they'll be usable again."

Pan Yun: "Sometimes it's just a matter of dust removal."

Miaohe urged Pan Yun, "Junior Uncle, you should go quickly. We will definitely teach Uncle Zhao well. You don't need to worry about such a small matter as sending a telegram."

Pan Yun gave them a deep look and said, "Don't be too reckless. Contact me immediately if there's any danger."

Miaohe agreed and pushed Pan Yun away.

Once Pan Yun and Miao Zhen left, Miao He and Tao Yanbai were free. The two immediately packed their medicine boxes, took their horses, and headed to the tribe outside the city to see a doctor.

Because someone said that this summer, a young man from a family got smallpox and was abandoned on a mountain to fend for himself, but he actually survived. Miaohe and Tao Yanbai wanted to go and see for themselves.

There was a merchant in the city who delivered grain and salt to several nearby tribes every winter in exchange for their cattle, sheep, horses, and animal hides. Knowing that Miao and her companion wanted to visit the tribes, he immediately came to their door and warmly invited them to come along.

Zhao Shizhu went with them to meet the merchants, and after the discussion, they agreed.

“You are doctors who cured him before. He is grateful to you, but he also wants to take advantage of you.”

Miaohe: "Taking advantage of us?"

Zhao Shizhu nodded: "There are doctors in the caravan, so the workers can rest assured. Their wages will also be reduced, and they will be more popular with the herders when they arrive at the tribe."

Miaohe was unhappy: "How can this be? We have no problem with medical treatment, but how can he reduce the wages of his employees because of this?"

Zhao Shizhu also laughed and said, "As I said, he has now agreed not to reduce the wages of the crew. You have been following him all the way, which is considered a cooperation. They will protect your safety. If anyone in the caravan gets sick, you can take care of them, and the cost of the medicine will be paid separately."

Miaohe nodded: "That makes sense."

So, no sooner had Pan Yun and Miao Zhen left than Miao He and Tao Yanbai followed the caravan and set off to visit several nearby tribes, braving the wind and snow.

Cotton cultivation was widespread in the Ming Dynasty. Emperor Taizu Gao ordered all farmers in the country to grow a quota of cotton, and those who grew more cotton could be exempted from taxes. Therefore, ordinary people in the Ming Dynasty could spin cloth and sew their own cotton clothes, trousers, and quilts.

Sanqing Temple is a Taoist temple, but rice and cotton are also grown at the foot of the mountain.

Cotton is scarce; the cotton harvested in a year, after processing and paying labor fees, is only enough for one quilt. Therefore, the cotton clothes they wear are all ready-made garments.

There's one downside to ready-made garments: the cotton filling never seems as thick as when you fill them yourself.

Miaohe felt that she wasn't very warm at that moment.

Fortunately, there were plenty of fur coats in the small town, and they weren't expensive. She and Tao Yanbai bought clothes and trousers made of animal hides, and once they put them on, they felt warm all over.

Let alone walking, even riding in a car feels like carrying a furnace. If you get off and walk a bit, the heat rises up in a blast.

The businessman glanced at their rosy faces and said enviously, "You're in such good health!"

They were speaking in the Oirat language, but both Miaohe and Tao Yanbai understood it.

The two men walked over discreetly, climbed onto the vehicle from either side, sandwiched him between them, and asked curiously, "Are there any bandits on the road? I've heard there are bandits on the grasslands."

The businessman chuckled and said, "Yes, but they wouldn't dare rob me. I give them money every year; if they rob me, they'll lose a source of income."

"Is the tribe we're going to far away?"

"Not far."

"Have they always been there?"

Merchant: "Of course not. Cattle and sheep follow the water and grass, and herders also migrate. But every autumn, they drive their cattle and sheep back and camp around the city. This way, they can sell the cattle and sheep to merchants in the city and also buy grain and salt from them."

The merchant also told the two that large caravans would actually go after these herders in late summer to select the fattest cattle and sheep from them. He was now selecting the last batch of adult cattle and sheep, which were difficult to transport but very cheap.

"It's a pity that the Khan has to fight with the Ming Dynasty these past two years, otherwise, these cattle and sheep could be sent to the Ming Dynasty, which would be very profitable."

Miaohe: "The Ming Dynasty does indeed love the cattle and sheep on the grasslands, especially mutton. They drink mutton soup every winter. Why do you insist on attacking us?"

"I don't know. It's not that I want to fight. I don't like war. The Ming Dynasty has never harmed me. Besides, isn't the emperor of the Ming Dynasty also the emperor of our Oirat?"

“Yes, we are family,” Miaohe snorted, “We are all Esen, that man is so annoying.”

The businessman smiled and remained silent.

(End of this chapter)