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- Zhao Hao is not a doctor and has never studied medicine.
He didn¡¯t dare to make this assertion about other diseases, but he knew very well about malaria. Because more than four hundred years later, Tu Youyou discovered that artemisinin could cure malaria and won the dynamite medicine award. At that time, there was a wave of Artemisia annua craze across the country. Grandma Tu even wrote an article to popularize science, saying that artemisinin did not come from Artemisia annua, but was extracted from Artemisia annua.
Therefore, Artemisia annua cannot cure malaria, but Artemisia annua can. The "Qinghao" in Ge Hong's "Behind the Elbow" actually refers to Artemisia annua. It's just that these two plants belong to the same family and belong to the same family, so it is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish them. Even the "Compendium of Materia Medica" mistook them. Therefore, doctors for thousands of years have mistaken Feng Jing for Ma Liang and have been using Artemisia annua to treat malaria. , of course it cannot be cured.
"What is Artemisia annua? How can it be used as medicine? Don't talk nonsense, you descendant!" The doctor was too lazy to talk nonsense to this kid who was pretending to make shocking remarks, and walked away in displeasure.
Zhao Hao shrugged helplessly. It seemed that it was impossible to convince others with just a few words and to bow to him immediately.
The strong man did not send the doctor out, nor did he pay any attention to Zhao Hao. He stood there silently, not knowing what he was thinking.
Zhao Hao was embarrassed and didn't know what to say, but the strong man turned to look at him.
There is a deep stab wound on the right cheek of this man. Coupled with the pair of copper bell-like eyes, he looks very ferocious.
Zhao Hao was a little embarrassed when he was looked at by the strong man, and he began to regret that he had talked too much.
"This little brother, where are you from? And where did you hear the recipe?" After a while, I heard the strong man ask in a muffled voice.
"I am the neighbor who just moved in behind. This recipe was passed down by the elders in the family." Zhao Hao replied confidently, thinking in his heart, since I come from the later generations, then all the sages in the later generations are my dear family members. Grandma Tu is over eighty years old, so she is undoubtedly worthy of being an elder.
"Thenwhat does Artemisia annua look like?"
Zhao Hao hurriedly explained in detail: "It is exactly the same as Artemisia annua, and it is indistinguishable from its appearance. Especially in this season, when Artemisia annua has just emerged, it is even more difficult to tell the difference."
"Could it be that little brother can entertain us?!" The strong man frowned, and the scars on his face became more ferocious.
"No, no, no, absolutely not!" Zhao Hao waved his hands again and again, not daring to be pretentious and said: "Pick off a handful of leaves and rub them. The ones that smell odorless are Artemisia annua. The ones that rub out the smell are Huanghua. Wormwood.¡±
"That's right." The strong man nodded and asked, "Then how should I take it after harvesting it?"
"Soak it in warm wine for a few hours, squeeze the juice and give it to the old man to try." After Zhao Hao finished speaking, he added guiltily: "But I'm not a doctor. This recipe is just hearsay, so don't have high hopes."
"Hey, if you have a way, you have to try it. Don't worry, little brother, I won't blame you no matter what." The strong man turned out to be a sensible person and heard Zhao Hao's worries.
This is what Zhao Hao was waiting for, and after saying that, he ran away.
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It was only when he got home that he remembered that he was so busy running away that he forgot to ask for a broom and dustpan.
¡®How noble people forget things. ¡¯ Zhao Hao sighed secretly and did not want to face that fierce and strong man again. Fortunately, although Caijia Lane is not busy, there are still a few vendors selling daily necessities.
He spent thirty cash on a broom and a bucket from an old woman, and with his sweet words, he asked her to spare some pieces of cloth to use as rags.
When he returned to the ruined courtyard, he first picked up the cleanest piece of cloth and covered his mouth and nose as a mask. Then he waved his bamboo broom and swept all the dead branches and leaves all over the ground into a corner of the yard and piled them up.
As the dead branches and leaves were swept away, the pitted loess surface was revealed. To Zhao Hao's surprise, there was actually a well the size of a washbasin hidden in the southeast corner of the yard.
Zhao Hao picked up a stone and threw it into the well, and heard a dull thump.
Now he was so happy that he jumped out of the yard and ran to the street to buy a bundle of hemp rope.
He tied the bucket and lowered it into the well. Then he got into a horse stance with both feet and used his hands alternately to lift the heavy barrel.
There was only half water in the bucket, and the other half was dead branches and leaves.
"It's so clean" Zhao Hao was so moved that he almost cried. There were no plastic bags or mineral water bottles.
He poured the water in the bucket into the patio, and then brought up another bucket. He repeated this process several times, and finally brought up a bucket of crystal clear well water.
"Huh"
Zhao Hao used his arm that was too sore to lift to rub his small waist that was about to break, and let out a long sigh of relief.
After a short rest, he couldn't wait to grab a handful of well water and taste it. He found it sweet, refreshing and refreshing.
"So happy!" Zhao Hao exclaimed in admiration, and washed his face happily with the well water, feeling that the boredom of the past few days was finally gone.
Invigorated, Zhao Hao continued to work hard to clean up the place he called home.
He first sprinkled water and then scrubbed, and while he was busy in the house, he silently made plans.
This is not the life I want to live. This young master has come here over four hundred years ago not to experience the life of the poor in ancient times.
Even if you can no longer have good food and clothing, you should at least have clothes to stretch your hands and food to open your mouth, right? Otherwise, I would be too sorry for myself and the God who sent me here!
Zhao Hao stood on tiptoes, holding up a broom, and rolled up the cobwebs under the eaves into gray marshmallows.
¡®If we want to make a comeback in this game, the key is to let Zhao Erye pass the exam from high school. From now to August and autumn, for more than half a year, everything must be done with this matter as the top priority. ¡¯
Once the main contradiction is grasped, what needs to be done next becomes clear.
¡®First of all, we must create a good environment so that my father can prepare for the exam with peace of mind and not let him be distracted by anything. He must also be given nutritional supplements, such as milk, walnuts, dried fruits, and sea fish, all of which are indispensable. ¡¯
Zhao Hao squatted on the stool that was easily set up, and counted with his fingers for a while. Suddenly, he let out a cry and cried sadly.
"What is this all about? Who is the protagonist and who is the supporting role, who is the biological father and who is the son?"
As he cried, he continued to mutter and calculate: "By the way, there is another expense that cannot be saved. Mr. Zhao has to have a literary meeting every now and then, and he may even have to enroll in a cram school, which is not a small expense."
Because what Zhao Hao knew in advance was only the first four-book question of Yingtian Township Examination.
Generally speaking, when people talk about the provincial examination questions and the general examination questions of a certain year, they often refer specifically to the first four-book question. Because the examiner always uses the quality of the eight essays to determine the general ranking of the candidates. But after all, there are three examinations in the provincial examination. In addition to this first question, there are also six articles, as well as several theories, judgments, current affairs policies, etc Zhao Hao had not dabbled in these at the beginning, but now he has to rely on Zhao Shouzheng's own ability.
The rest of the articles other than the first title must at least have a smooth context and their views are consistent with the trend of the court, so that they can be justified.
Therefore, it is absolutely not feasible to work behind closed doors. You must go out and bring in people to invigorate your thinking and make good articles. Even if it doesn't work, you still have to make a name for yourself among the fresh graduates.
You know, there is a life-or-death qualification exam before the provincial examination. There was no need to transcribe the scene anonymously, it was about showing off one's face in front of the old master!
If you don¡¯t gain some reputation, who will know you?
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After thinking about it, Zhao Hao found that the most important thing to solve was money! money! money!
If he wants to make money, Zhao Hao's biggest reliance is naturally his knowledge that is four hundred years more than others. But due to his poverty-stricken practical conditions, he is currently unable to do big jobs such as making glass and making soap. The rest of the methods either require cultivating the market or require large investments. In short, no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't come up with any zero-threshold, low-cost, ways to make money immediately
¡®Well, let¡¯s be more down-to-earth and go out for a walk another day to see if there is a more realistic way. ¡¯
Zhao Hao had no choice but to put away his thoughts and concentrate on cleaning.
Before he knew it, it was getting dark, so he tidied up the east room of the main room where the father and son slept.
Seeing that he couldn¡¯t see clearly what was going on in the room, Zhao Hao remembered that he hadn¡¯t bought any oil lamps or candles. Just as he was about to go out, he heard Zhao Shouzheng's voice outside the door.
"Son, my father is back!"
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