Yan's foreign relatives, give Da Yan a little Xuanwu Gate shock

It seems that he doesn't know much about modern medicine.

"Something that inhibits bacterial growth."

Yuan Congqian took out a piece of paper with a knife made of Ye Dianfeng and said, "The doctor said that tuberculosis, which is incurable, is caused by Mycobacterium tuberculosis. It has a very high cure rate in clinics in various countries in Terra. They claim that there is no cure that cannot be cured with medicine, and they use streptomycin."

In the era of civilian use of antibiotics, it is a miracle drug that can treat all bacterial diseases. Only mineralogy, which has a different pathogenesis, hangs like a small dark cloud over the modern biology building of Terra.

"Oh? Then it's just as you said. It will benefit the country and the people if Yan Country can also have antibiotics."

Ling touched his smooth chin, leaned close to Yuan Congqian, and watched him spread the paper.

Looking again, the Yunque Pavilion was equipped with all kinds of pens, inkstones, and paper. Yunque Pavilion was a high-end business, not an ordinary brothel, and it was more appropriate to call it a star-making company. The generations of Li Shishi they trained were so talented in literature that they could beat Yuan Congqian, so they naturally had jade pens and inkstones.

"Of course Yan Country has antibiotics, they are all smuggled in from Longmen. The current price on the black market is 20 taels per box. What the government-run Western pharmacy needs to do is to master the local production process and make antibiotics affordable for everyone."

"That's a good idea. But it's hard for the Ministry of Industry to even ask for a lathe, so how can they sell you a production line directly?"

"Penicillin can be obtained from moldy pack animal hides. The only difficulty is mass production. Antibiotics can certainly greatly enhance a country's military potential. Yan Country has not fought a war against other countries for a hundred years, so it is obviously not on Victoria's restricted list."

Yuan Congqian answered calmly, dipped his chopsticks in water, and drew the positions of Da Yan, Ursus, Kazdel, and Victoria.

"On the contrary, Victoria has a developed industry. The nine dukes and the small but powerful Leithania have industries that are not inferior to Londinium. They not only stockpile antibiotics, but also a huge amount of other materials. Da Yan, which has never opened up to free trade, can become a dumping ground for Victoria.

If it turns out as I expected, Victoria must be planning a foreign war to alleviate the surplus of goods they produce. As long as Victoria is deceived a little and the proud King Aslan thinks that the government-built Western pharmacy is the beginning of the opening of Da Yan to trade, he will not mind giving the backward Da Yan a few unimportant chemical production lines that will not pose a military threat. "

In the past, when financial crises had occurred periodically, junior high school students could explain these "common sense" things in an orderly manner. But in Terra, where the military is valued, the wave of pioneering in Columbia is still reverberating, and people have no idea what a global financial crisis is.

Yuan Congqian was a kind-hearted person and of course he couldn't bear to miss this opportunity.

Although Ling had never thought about these macroeconomics, the history she had seen made it easy for her to understand Yuan Congqian's meaning, and she couldn't help but applaud:

"Good, good! Your thoughts are clear and your ideas are far-sighted. I have nothing to refute you. You think ten times more thoroughly than I do. If you really do it, all of us brothers and sisters combined cannot do as good to Yan Country as you do."

The blue fragment of the year was full of praise, but naturally he didn't know that this was the inevitable result of Jie's promotion of the New Culture Movement. In the thousand-year-old empire of Da Yan, there was only modern industry from the scriptures, but the ideology firmly restricted the development of the chemical industry.

Even if Yuan Congqian was just crossing the river by feeling his bald head, he would still stand out from the crowd.

Her beautiful eyes wandered, and she stretched out her hand covered with tiny green scales and held the porcelain bottle.

"I will grind ink for you."

She dripped a few drops of ink on the inkstone and prepared to start grinding ink. Memorials to the emperor must be written with traditional writing brushes and ink. This is also an implicit rule. So far, no Yan people have written memorials with fountain pens.

"Wait a minute."

Qiu Fengshu let Yuan Congqian and Ling chat happily, but at this moment he stepped forward and stopped Ling's hand:

"I can also grind ink. It was me who copied the memorial for Master Yuan last time, so grinding ink is the same for me. You don't need to worry about it."

Chapter 24: Drinking with Single Clothes

Qiu Fengshu simply threw away the boiled pork slices he hadn't finished eating. The cold fragrance of plum blossoms was tinged with a faint smell of meat. With the majestic air of a newborn calf who is not afraid of a tiger, he raised his head and looked directly into Ling's eyes.

He was a calligraphy teacher appointed by the Queen herself.

So, she felt that this was her due.

"That's not right?" Ling seemed to be teasing a little sister, still in high spirits, "He calls me sister, can't I grind ink for my brother?"

"I wonder how you are related to the Queen?"

Qiu Fengshu started with the same “I don’t know” as Yuan Congqian did and asked back coldly.

She had wanted to say this since she had asked Yuan Congqian to call her sister. The identity of the fragment of the year was not a big secret to them. Qiu Fengshu would not even show a good face to Jie Shangshu of the Shangshutai, let alone a mere Imperial College Jijiu?

The three fragments of the year in the capital are all under the strict supervision of the Simaitai. Only Ling rescued Yuan Congqian from the Simaitai and the Taiwei Mansion. The topic was too explosive, and the Simaitai no longer dared to control her.

Once Yuan Congqian went to the Queen to complain, "After saving me, I was punished by the mastermind behind the massacre of everyone in Yuan's mansion", the officials of the Sima Tai could guess how many seals and ribbons the Sima Tai would strip and how many heads he would chop off for every word he said.

Yuan Congqian looked at the girl confronting Ling and was a little afraid to speak.

Who would have thought that the daughter of this girl who was at loggerheads with your sister would call Chongyue the Grandmaster? If Chongyue said now that he was Yuan Congqian's brother and was going to grind ink for Yuan Congqian, would Qiu Fengshu just call him "Lao Deng"?

"Well... um, speaking of the Queen's invitation, I'm afraid you wouldn't be happy about it either."

Ling pondered, and with his purple eyes he looked at Yuan Congqian, who was saying no in his heart, and asked a fatal question with a smile: "Then, Mr. Yuan, who do you think is better to grind the ink for this profound letter?"

Qiu Fengshu snorted:

"You are not making any sense. Stop confusing me with your words!"

She directly grabbed Yuan Congqian's shoulders and used overwhelming force to push Da Hu's head into her chest, as if she was protecting food. The girl had martial arts skills and didn't wear thick clothes. Through the black gauze and inner clothes, it seemed that one could still feel the warm and smooth skin on the girl's chest and abdomen.

The official seal is sharp and angular, right in front of you.

So Yuan Congqian didn't dare to move.

Ling was amused by Qiu Fengshu's protective look of food, and the corners of his mouth rose, but he didn't say anything else.

Seeing this, Qiu Fengshu thought he had successfully protected the right to grind ink for Yuan Congqian. He clenched his left fist slightly, his joy was self-evident.

But she never thought about it.

How could such a carefree drinker be frightened by the childish tricks of a little girl?

The girl just let go of Yuan Congqian and was about to say that he could write a few paragraphs of the draft on another piece of paper, when she saw Ling start to sharpen the jade inkstone without saying a word!

"What do you do?"

After just a few strokes, the water dripping into the white inkstone was rubbed black by the jade inkstone, emitting the unique ink fragrance of the precious inkstone. Qiu Fengshu would rather confront Ling to get the ink grinding, but it was over before it even started!

"You, you, you are unreasonable!"

Qiu Fengshu was furious, his cheeks turned pink, and his temperature began to rise: "How could you do this?"

The girl had learned only flowery words from the queen, and for a moment she had no idea how to curse, so she could only utter a meaningless question.

"Jijiu, stop teasing Miss Qiu."

Yuan Congqian felt helpless and looked at Qiu Fengshu, "The chief priest was just grinding some ink for me to draft. Miss Qiu is the one who will write the memorial. Only you know how much ink to use, so it's natural for you to do it. I only have a rough understanding of the format of memorials, far less than you, so please help me."

You are already so old, why is you acting like a naughty boy?

——It's just grinding ink. I actually learned how to organize incense ashes and grind ink in my previous life. Why do you treat me like a useless person who has never done any work and can only talk nonsense?

Yuan Congqian had learned calligraphy and ink-grinding, but his skills were not up to par when it came to writing advice to the country's top leaders.

Qiu Fengshu stared fiercely at the green fragment of the years, his chest rising and falling with anger, and dipped his pen in ink: "I will write a draft for you first. If you want to revise any part, just tell me directly. I will help you carry the Heavenly Master's seal with you."

"That's quite true. I really can't help you write it."

He raised his eyebrows and handed a dish of ground ink to Yuan Congqian, but did not refute.

That being said, although Yuan Congqian had reasonable reasons for asking Qiu Fengshu to grind the ink, she was not in a very good mood.

Qiu Fengshu started writing four-six parallel prose based on what Yuan Congqian had said before, using the classic "I, your Majesty, will die to report this to you." The girl was not stupid and did not write down any details of the negotiation with King Aslan mentioned by Yuan Congqian.

The girl was writing beside Yuan Congqian, bending over with her snow-white hair hanging down and swaying.

Seeing Qiu Fengshu writing seriously, and then looking at his own messy draft, Yuan Congqian suddenly felt that he couldn't bear to look at it. It is said that Song Huizong's thin gold style is suitable for use in another world. If he had known this, he would not have learned from Yan Zhenqing.

Walking out of Yunque Pavilion, any official you strike down will be found to have mastered the official style.

The girl turned her head, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, and whispered to Yuan Congqian:

"The Queen said that only names and tools cannot be lent to others. To lent means to borrow. When I grind ink for you to write, it is equivalent to you, and it is still written by you. If I lend it to others, it is no longer written by you. This is very important."

This is not important.

Perhaps to ordinary people, it is boring to worry about such small issues.

Yuan Congqian nodded, took the jade inkstone, and added ink to the girl:

"Okay. I'll give you as much as you write."

"Well...Also, calligraphy class at noon will go on as usual."

Ling stood aside, silently watching as this memorial, which might change the existing situation in the capital, was written from scratch.

One person grinds the ink, while the other writes in running script.

He ordered to pour a glass of wine for Yuan Congqian and another glass of wine for himself.

The wine was warm, and Ling left gracefully with her white skirt swaying, carrying the wine cup.

She hummed a little tune, obviously in a good mood. She didn't ask how Yuan Congqian knew that he had not entered the court. Maybe he really saw it in his dream, but the fragments of it would not give Dayan an idea to build a government-run western medicine store.

This was also Yuan Congqian's first step towards counterattack.

Relatives by marriage are only important in the eyes of those who value them. In the eyes of the two Fu brothers, Taiwei and Si Sui Tai Qing, the identity of relatives by marriage is not important. It is so unimportant that only two people were arrogant enough to kill him.

Therefore, in order to repay this arrogance, Yuan Congqian must make the Fu brothers feel his gratitude.

Chapter 25 Chen Zhijun's Conditions

The convenience of Guangdefang lies in its proximity to the official residence where the Shangshutai Jieshizhong works.

The official document transmission mechanism of the Great Yan Dynasty has gone through thousands of years, and has been deleted and modified by the True Dragons of various generations. In modern times, a review system commonly known as Fengge Luantai has been formed. Fengge is Shiqu Pavilion, and Luantai is Shangshutai. The emperor's edict is only legal after being reviewed and backed up by Fengge Luantai.

When the official working in the government office learned that Yuan Congqian was going to submit another memorial, he hurriedly put it into his wide sleeves and said sincerely: "The whole world is looking forward to what Shangshu Jie said to come true, but you ordinary people use it as a tool to slander your opponents. How can you benefit Da Yan by being with such a boss?"

"Even you know that you are mediocre, how could the real dragon not know?"

Yuan Congqian just thought the words of the secretary were a joke.

The post of the Secretary of the Secretariat was mostly held by graduates of the Imperial College who had passed the political review. They had to submit memorials from all over the country like a heavy snowfall every day, which was very tiring. Of course, the advantages of the Secretary were not only tiring, but they were also responsible for issuing official documents to the six ministries and writing learning insights every ten days, which was really a blessing.

After handing over the memorial written by Qiu Feng, Yuan Congqian came to Fuchun Tower.

As expected, Chen Zhijun was caught having lunch with Zuo Xuanliao on the third floor.

Qiu Fengshu knew that this was Yuan’s property, so he stopped outside the door silently.

In the room, Zuo Xuanliao saw Yuan Congqian and ran over worriedly: "Yuan Congqian! The police and the Taiwei Mansion just posted a notice. Two Jiangnan pirates broke into the Yuan Mansion? Are you injured? I can contact the doctor who treats the Taiwei for you..."

The food at his seat looked untouched.

Yuan Congqian had no prejudice against Zuo Xuanliao, and replied calmly, "I have never heard of a pirate who only kills people but does not rob them."

Zuo Xuanliao did not understand the meaning of Yuan Congqian's words and was a little confused:

"The pirates are fierce and rely on their martial arts skills. Maybe they are too late?"

Chen Zhijun did not move his chopsticks. He looked at Yuan Congqian and said softly, "Have you arranged for the guards in Yuan's mansion? If you don't mind, I have a way that can make you feel absolutely at ease. I can hire retired soldiers from places outside the capital."

"You don't need to contact the guards."

Yuan Congqian patted the blue-haired boy's shoulder, pulled a chair over, and sat down between the two of them: "But, I do need your help. I need you to help me contact someone in Victoria."

Chen Zhijun frowned: "Victoria?"

"Can't get in touch?"

"No, it can't be said that we can't contact them... Yan Country wants to contact the western countries. If it doesn't go through the banks of the Longmen countries, it can either go through the Khabarovka Channel in Ursus or the Vollenmude Channel in Leithania. The Witch King and the Tsar are not friendly."

Yuan Congqian was prepared: "Please help me contact the bank club in Victoria."

The old and incompetent Tsar and the Witch King who was ruling the country with terror were nothing special to him. The Witch King was not easy to reason with, so he just avoided him. There were many nobles in Ursus, and the Victorians would ask them to take the initiative to ask for help in transporting goods to Longmen, Yan Country.

In the 20th century of the previous life, the political relations between countries were complex and changeable, and the situation changed every day, but private business exchanges never stopped. Political affairs are politics, and businessmen also need to make money. If they don't make money, can they expect farmers to pay taxes?

Immediately, Yuan Congqian informed Xiao Chen of the plan to build a government-run Western medicine pharmacy.

Zuo Xuanliao's eyes lit up when he heard this and he wanted to say something, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that it had nothing to do with him.

Chen Zhijun seemed to be thinking about something, and did not answer Yuan Congqian immediately. He subconsciously tapped the table with his hands, stared at the food, and thought for a long time. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, as if he knew some horrible truth.

He looked at Yuan Congqian and pursed his lips: "So that's it."

"What do you mean? Let's get down to business. What do you think?"

The brown-haired tiger acted as if he had said nothing.

Chen Zhijun took a deep breath and made up his mind:

"In Longmen, my family owns shares in three banks. My father is the director of the Financial Monitoring and Foreign Exchange Management Department of the International Commercial Bank, and my aunt is the deputy director of the International Finance and Economic Relations Department. If you need, I can also contact Aslan Capital and Mining United Credit."

Compared with other mobile cities in Dayan, Longmen is simply an outlier among outliers.

Yuan Congqian used the Western pharmacy to snatch Black Snake's business of smuggling Western medicine, which can be said to be an early fight with Kosice.

"I want to buy a large amount of penicillin, streptomycin, and the chemical production lines that were abandoned when they upgraded their industry. I will also provide them with a zero-interest loan to help me build a mobile industrial platform for chemical engineering. In addition, I will tell them that the people of Da Yan are very interested in their food and industrial products."

The last sentence can be said to be a drug redemption code for a special attack on Victorian merchants.

Just tell them the redemption code and they will deliver the medicine.

Chen Zhijun understood the first part, but when he heard the latter part, he uttered a sigh: