Daqin: Zulong faked his death, and I amputated the beauties in the harem

Why only let them keep some green seedlings?

"Have someone plant this green seedling in the field!"

"As Liang guessed, these should be new grains discovered by Daqin."

"Besides, to make Tyranny attach so much importance to it, Liang guessed that this new grain might be able to produce a thousand catties per mu!"

Thousands of kilograms per mu?

Xiang Liang and the others were all shocked.

If it can really produce a thousand catties per mu, then Daqin will not only be able to survive this year's famine safely, but also will not experience similar famines in the future.

"What about us?" Xiang Liang asked anxiously.

Zhang Liang looked at him, Xiang Yu and Han Cheng, sighed and said:

"We'll wait until this green seedling grows to see how it looks. If it's as good as you guessed, then our plan may not be able to wait any longer."

"Otherwise, when the autumn harvest comes, there will be no more famine in Daqin, and our chances of success will be even slimmer."

For the next seven days, Wang Ben was worried every day.

If all the sons under him survived these seven days, their lives would be saved.

He wanted time to pass quickly, but he was also afraid of bad news coming from his sons.

These days, he kept guarding the camp where the wounded were placed, comforting the wounded soldiers.

What he didn't expect was that these Erlangs recovered very well.

Even if there are people who hurt their lungs, they change their dressings and bandages every day, and they wake up after sleeping for three days. In the next few days, their appetite is getting better every day, and they finally see a little vitality.

Sure to save their lives!

Wang Ben saw hope, how sad and painful that day was, how excited he is now.

These days, he has never dared to show worry in front of the soldiers. Even if something bad happened, he, as a general, would not be able to fall down.

Fortunately, God opened his eyes!

Seven days later, Wang Ben went to check on the wounded early in the morning.

Xia Wuqiu would also come to the barracks every day, and was amazed to see the soldiers gradually getting better.

If the seriously injured soldiers really survived, or if they could save one death, it would prove that the medicine in the hands of the Twelve Young Masters has a miraculous effect.

This can definitely be recorded in medical classics.

Chapter 59 Don't care about his mother's ancestral teachings!

Xia Wuqie followed Wang Ben quickly to the tent, his eyes widened when he saw the situation inside.

The pale faces of those injured soldiers who were dying seven days ago have long since disappeared, and now they can still get out of bed and walk around with rosy faces.

"Thank you General for saving your life."

They survived for seven days without dying, which means that they will be able to live well in the future.

Wang Ben counted the number of people, and a lot of them all had ruddy complexions.

Then went to the next camp, every soldier was alive and kicking.

How could this make him not excited?

More than ten camps and more than 200 wounded soldiers are all standing there right now.

After confirming that everyone is fine, Wang Ben looked up to the sky and smiled:

"Haha, it seems that God is showing the way for my old king."

"Damn it, isn't it just a fight for the heir to the throne! So what if you go against the precepts of your ancestors?"

"I can't control that much, as long as I can save my sons and daughters, I will recognize anyone."

"Even if the Twelve Young Masters ask me to raise my troops to rebel, I will not hesitate to do so. Come on, all the commanders and centurions line up for me. I will take you to see the Twelve Young Masters."

Xia Wujue at the side was shocked when he heard this.

That night, Xia Wuqiu saw Zhang Zhongjing treat the wounds of the wounded soldiers with his own eyes, and was particularly surprised by his method.

In order to test whether that person is really capable, he also made a special effort and asked a few questions.

In the end Zhang Zhongjing not only answered very correctly, he even knew more medical knowledge than himself.

As a result, Xia Wuqie changed from an aloof teacher image to a curious and amazed student.

In the end, seeing that all the seriously injured soldiers were alive and well, Xia Wuqiu couldn't believe that such a miraculous thing would happen.

Leaving aside those with knife wounds, those who had their heart wounded were dying that night, and there was no hope of surviving.

It is not only his medical practice experience in most of his life, but also a miracle attempt that has never been done in a hundred years.

If the wound rots and becomes infected, death is certain.

It was an absolute miracle.

Not only were the wounds of more than 200 soldiers not infected, but those who injured their lungs were also fine.

How can this be?

Could it be the curative effect of the ointment?

The history of medicine for thousands of years may have changed.

At this moment, Xia Wuqi only wanted to worship Zhang Zhongjing as his teacher. If he could learn the techniques and knowledge of dealing with wound infection from him, he would surely be able to save many soldiers of the Great Qin Dynasty!

He will also become a famous doctor in the Great Qin Dynasty, and even his name will last forever and be admired by the world.

Thinking of this, Xia Wuqi was so excited that he also wanted to follow Wang Ben to visit the Twelve Young Masters.

In the past few days, Yingjia has not been idle here, the paper mill is still outputting steadily, and the purification of the salt mine has achieved great results.

Thousands of war horse three-piece sets have also been built, and the Ministry of Industry, the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Commerce have been successfully established.

Dong Zhongshu was worshiped by Ying Jia as the prime minister of China, and taught him to preside over the reform of thinking, which is currently being carried out in an orderly manner.

In order to gain some money, Ying Jia asked Jinyiwei to take the new paper and refined salt outside and try to sell it.

this morning.

Ying Jia was lying on the rattan chair enjoying the warmth of the sun, and two maids beside him served tea and massaged each other, relaxing and comfortable.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Is the Twelfth Young Master in the house? I am Wang Ben, and I brought my subordinates here to pay a visit to the Twelve Young Master."

"Mo Yu, go open the door and welcome them in."

Ying Jia flicked his sleeves and stood up.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Wang Ben put on his battle armor, holding a spear in his hand, and his momentum was like a rainbow.

More than a dozen generals, centurions, and thousand commanders walked in from behind, all with their heads held high and their chests high.

The movements are uniform and well-trained.

It seems that the soldiers are about to go to the battlefield.

Seeing everyone approaching, Ying Jia stood up and smiled softly: "General, how are the soldiers injured, can they die?"

"Da da da!"

Wang Ben had a serious expression and did not speak, as if he was performing a solemn gesture, and his footsteps were firm.

He took a few more steps forward, until he was still five or six meters away from Yingjia, and knelt down on one knee with his hands clasped together:

"The last general, Wang Ben, will obey the orders of the Twelve Young Masters from today onwards, and he will not hesitate to do so."

then.

"Whoa!"

"The last general is willing to obey the orders of the twelve sons, and he will never hesitate to do anything."

The sound resounded across the sky.

Seeing this, Ying Jia also became serious, and stretched out his hands to help Wang Ben up.

"Please, General."

"Get up, everyone."

"My son will never let down your trust, and I will treat you like brothers from now on."

【Drip! 】

A system reminder sounded in Yingjia's mind.

However, he has no time to deal with it for the time being.

After Wang Ben stood up, Yu Yingjia looked at each other, and they all burst into laughter.

"Boy, I gave my life to you."

"You let me go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire. If my old king frowns, you will kill me directly."

Wang Ben patted his chest and shouted at the top of his voice.

Ying Jia curled her lips: "Why, are you abandoning the ancestral training of your old Wang family?"

Wang Ben waved his hand: "What is the ancestor's instruction, the twelve sons rescued my two hundred Erlangs, and my old Wang will recognize you."

"If the old man in my family listens to my explanation, I will confess my mistake obediently. If he doesn't listen, I will run away from home."

"Although I, Wang Ben, is a rough man, he is not a fool. In your hand, you have inexhaustible salt, food, horse equipment, and life-saving ointment."

"If you are so cunning, you must still have a lot of things to hide. I, Old Wang, have to watch carefully, so I will follow you."

"Not to mention that the heir to the throne of Great Qin has not yet been decided, even if the young master Fusu and Meng Tian lead troops to Xianyang, I can fight with him."

"Twelve sons, if you say to raise troops to enter Xianyang now, my old king will go to recruit troops now."

Wang Ben was holding a spear in his hand, eager to try it.

Wang Ben seldom talked so much with others. He always kept in mind that as a general, he should talk too much.

Today, Wang Ben told Ying Jia everything he wanted to say these days.

At this moment, my heart is full of heart.

He had followed the ancestral precepts of the Wang family and could not participate in the matter of the prince seizing the heir for the rest of his life, but the twelve princes saved the lives of his Erlangs.

The grace of human life is greater than the sky, so why bother with his mother's ancestral precepts?

Anyway, he doesn't care about anything now, as long as Ying Jia gives an order, he will say anything.

Ying Jia couldn't laugh or cry all the time, but at the end he shook his head and scolded with a smile:

"Why did you raise troops into Xianyang? You also said that you are not a fool, and now the three prime ministers of Daqin are all obeying me."

"The civil servants in the underground dare not talk nonsense to me for a long time. You are the head of the generals in the court, and the entire Daqin court belongs to me."

"Do I still need to lead troops into Xianyang? Isn't this superfluous?"

Chapter 60 Give Wang Ben the method of extracting refined salt

After Wang Ben thought about it, he nodded solemnly.

The Twelve Sons are right!

The entire court is full of his people, so there is no need to send troops.

To put it another way, the Twelve Young Masters took the whole world into their own hands without a single soldier.

Although he was surprised by Yingjia's methods, he didn't want to figure out what he didn't know. Since he decided to obey Yingjia, he just did his own thing.

"Young Master Twelve, you see, I have 15 sons and I need a lot of food and grass. Since I have taken orders from you, I wonder if you have prepared enough food?"

Wang Ben smiled.