"This is alcohol, not for drinking." Seeing that Xia Wuqi had misunderstood him, Zhao Ling was also amused and explained, "Alcohol can be used to disinfect silver needles and knives and treat wounds." Zhao Ling roughly talked about the uses and principles of alcohol to Xia Wuqi. Xia Wuqi was intoxicated by hearing this, staring at the alcohol in Zhao Ling's hand, and his eyes began to shine. "Your Majesty, can alcohol be promoted?" According to Zhao Ling, alcohol can prevent wound ulceration. On the battlefield, many soldiers did not die directly, but died after being injured, and the wound became inflamed and ulcerated, causing complications such as high fever and not fading. If alcohol could be produced in large quantities and used in the army, or even in the people, Xia Wujie would like to call Zhao Ling the Holy Lord. "Give me three years, it should be used for the people." Zhao Ling pondered, "Mass production of alcohol." "I have just ascended the throne, and there are still many affairs in the court that need to be handled." Zhao Ling said seriously, "I have changed too many of the late emperor's decrees recently. Even if it develops, I need to slowly plan it. If it is too hasty, it is easy to make mistakes if it makes mistakes. .”
After he ascended the throne, there were too many changes in government orders. Although all of this was planned by him, a huge empire could affect his whole body. Zhao Ling also saw that the world is not exactly the same as the history he is familiar with, and he still needs to be cautious. "Three years..." Xia Wuqi muttered, and it seemed that an electric current was passing through his body, and he was numb and excited. Zhao Ling handed him the alcohol. Xia Wuqi took it, held his breath in his chest, held the alcohol, slowly knelt down and then raised the alcohol high: "Your Majesty, if you go here, I will definitely return. Death for Your Majesty!” Zhao Ling gently grabbed Xia Wuqi's arm and said in a deep voice: "Sir, don't be like this. I hope that one day, all people in the world can be cured when they are sick. Mr. has decided to leave. I wonder if I can recommend some medical experts for me? ” "I want to let all counties and counties in the Qin Dynasty, and even the villages have medical clinics." Zhao Ling narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I know that many doctors do not receive medical treatment. I am willing to give them a salary, so that they can sit in various places, treat the people's illnesses, and ensure their lives and avoid being displaced." Ying Zheng had no books on banning medicine and farming before, but most doctors in the Qin Dynasty wandered around counties and counties and had no stable residence. Some powerful doctors live in seclusion in the mountains and study pharmacology, but are unwilling to be born. Zhao Ling did cultivate a lot of talents when he was in Sanchuan County, but he was indeed a little powerless in medicine. He did make things like penicillin and alcohol, but these two things alone were not enough to develop the medicine of Daqin. "Your Majesty, please wait for a while, and I am willing to recommend it to you." Xia Wujie was also troubled by affairs. After he asked how to treat elixirs, he had to go to Sanchuan County to meet with the First Emperor. In addition to his two apprentices, the medical masters he knew were all living in seclusion in the mountains, and he still needed to search one by one. But will Emperor First, let him leave? The second young master is so wise, with a heart of mountains and valleys and a heart that hides the world. When he sees the First Emperor, he must speak out directly. Is there anything wrong with the First Emperor who is such a heir to the Qin Dynasty? "In this way, I will wait for the good news." Zhao Ling was also very pleased to receive Xia Wuqi's promise. "Your Majesty hasn't told me yet, what should I do if I get poisoned?"
Zhao Ling didn't think about the direction of Ying Zheng's fake death. After all, it was too ridiculous for the fact that the dignified First Emperor was playing with fake death. He only thought that Xia Wugui failed to solve the symptoms after encountering Ying Zheng, and he was worried. "If you just get elixirs, stop eating elixirs, drink more water, milk, and eat egg whites to solve the problem." "If the poisoning is deep, you can drink mung bean soup, licorice, honeysuckle, and yellow lotus to make soup, and eat more garlic." "Garlic?" Xia Wuqi looked at Zhao Ling in confusion. Zhao Ling smiled and said, "I almost forgot that there is no garlic in Xianyang, but there is one in Sanchuan County. However, it should be popularized throughout the country after a long time." Garlic was introduced into China from the Western Regions during the Western Han Dynasty, and Zhao Ling also planted it early in Sanchuan County. This time I came to Xianyang in a hurry, and there was no need to do this. Perhaps someone from Sanchuan County who came with him was brought with me. "I understand." Xia Wuqi was pulled up by Zhao Ling, and carefully put the alcohol into the wooden box. Then he held the wooden box and said, "Then I will say goodbye first." Zhao Ling nodded slightly and did not say more. The moment Xia Wuqi walked out of Zhangtai Palace and stepped out of the door, he turned around and looked at Zhao Ling deeply, shouting, "Your Majesty, I hope you will take care of me." This look and this sentence of taking care of it is also the admiration of the new emperor of the Great Qin Dynasty as a minister. However, the First Emperor is still there, Xia Wujie still needs to go back to report his life. Zhao Ling looked at Xia Wuqi's back and looked at him for a long time. The old ministers of the First Emperor's generationHe is already in his twilight years, and he still needs to carefully cultivate the younger generation. Although his disciples and students have been released, this is far from enough for the Qin Empire. It was already late at night, and the candlelight from Zhangtai Palace swayed. After Xia Wuqi left, Zhao Ling sat back and continued to review the memorials. Zhao Ling no longer forbids poetry and books, and he was eager to seek talent. Many scholars flocked to Xianyang, and the various schools of thought became active again. Not only was the vigilance in Xianyang not stricter, it seemed that it had been much more relaxed. Zhao Ling had just succeeded to the throne, and the news of Gai Nie leaving Xianyang was also released by Zhao Ling. In just a few days, more than twenty masters from the martial arts world sneaked into the palace and tried to assassinate Zhao Ling. Those who rebel will always rebel for various reasons. At least the current various decrees implemented by Zhao Ling have no meaning to those depressed nobles of the six countries. Ying Zheng's death was a good time to disrupt Qin. Zhao Ling did not even strengthen his vigilance against Xianyang City. Wouldn't this give them a chance to assassinate? Those assassins did not know that Zhao Ling had prepared. In addition to Ah Qing guarding day and night, there were also a hundred elite soldiers in the death row camp, who were fully armed and hid in the palace. The killer organizations who used to serve Zhao Gao also surrendered to Zhao Ling. Not to mention those second-rate masters, even Gai Nie, as long as Zhao Ling is prepared, the assassination will definitely fail. Zhao Ling was concentrating on reviewing the memorials, and Ah Qing came from the darkness and reported, "Your Majesty, what should I do if the assassin sent by the Bai family was arrested?" Zhao Ling didn't even raise his head: "Bai Qi or Bai Jinyue invited him?" "Bai Jinyue."
Zhao Ling laughed and said, "This kid really likes to cause trouble for him." "I don't have to say anything if someone sends the assassin to Bai Qi's mansion." Zhao Ling has given the three major clans enough benefits. If the Bai family is honest, even if Bai Qi dies in the future, he will be a rich man, but the eldest son of the Bai family actually asked someone to assassinate Zhao Ling. That's interesting. Zhao Ling was too lazy to say nonsense to Bai Qi. If he offered Bai Jinyue's head directly, Zhao Ling could pretend that the incident had never happened. That boy dared to vomit Wu's saliva, Zhao Ling had wanted to get rid of him for a long time, but now he actually came to him on his own initiative.