Playing intrigue is worse than engaging in infrastructure

After temporarily solving the problem of order in the new city, Song Qingyuan began to study the manufacture of alcohol wholeheartedly.

Even the invitation to Song Qingyuan to be the chief examiner of the official selection examination was ruthlessly rejected by him, and he only gave some suggestions of his own on the questions.

There is no other reason, but alcohol is too important to them.

In this era, there is no particularly effective means of disinfection and sterilization, only a few herbal medicines whose psychological effect is greater than the actual effect.

Everyone knows that if the injury is a large area of ​​exposed wound, then the survival of the person can only depend on fate.Injuries and deaths due to wound inflammation are even more common in the army.

In fact, only a small percentage of soldiers who die in war die on the battlefield.Many more died from subsequent blood loss or wound infection.

Winter is fine, but when the weather is hot, seven or eight out of ten soldiers will die from festering wounds.

Thanks to the fact that there is no war in Mobei now, Song Qingyuan was given enough time to prepare.

Otherwise, with the current production efficiency of distilling a can of alcohol for several days, when the medical alcohol is used to treat the wounded, I don't know how many more people will die.

When it comes to distilling alcohol, the Hunke tribe is obviously more experienced, after all, they have made a living by brewing alcohol for generations.

Therefore, Song Qingyuan hired several experienced brewers to take charge of the matter.

The old man who made the wine didn't know Song Qingyuan's plan. After listening to his request, he boldly persuaded him: "Your Highness, you don't know that the more times you distill, the stronger the wine will be. Over-distilled wine will not taste good and will hurt your body." ah!"

For the kind old man, Song Qingyuan just let him do it without worrying about it, and didn't give too much explanation.

Seeing Song Qingyuan's resolute attitude, the old man couldn't persuade him anymore, so he followed Song Qingyuan's instructions and continued to distill both the head and the tail of the recovered wine.

In the heavily guarded workshop, the head and tail of the wine are first filtered to remove impurities, and then undergo several distillations.

Song Qingyuan didn't ask people to stop until there was no more water left in the distiller.

It took several jars of wine to distill less than half of the alcohol.Song Qingyuan leaned closer to smell it, and then swirled the liquor, which seemed to be quite similar to the alcohol of later generations.

But Song Qingyuan was still a little worried, so he ordered someone to pour some of it into a small bowl and light it with fire.

With a "huh", a blue flame rose in the bowl of alcohol, and the servant who ignited the fire hurriedly hid aside.

After a while, the flame in the bowl slowly extinguished, leaving only the bottom of the bowl empty.

The onlookers were still confused, but before Song Qingyuan had time to explain to them, he ordered someone to seal up the little bit of precious alcohol that had just been distilled.

You should know that if it is not alcohol with a concentration above 90.00%, after the wine is ignited with fire, although part of the water in the wine will be evaporated by fire, there will be water left in the end.

Song Qingyuan wanted to use this method to test whether the distilled alcohol concentration was up to standard.

But fortunately, the result did not disappoint Song Qingyuan.After multiple distillations of alcohol, the concentration can easily reach more than 90.00%.

Next, he only needs to add the corresponding proportion of purified water to obtain medical disinfectant alcohol with a concentration of 75%.

Clean water is easily available.After all, there are several distillers in the room, and it is easy to get some distilled water.

After preparing the first bottle of medical alcohol in this era, Song Qingyuan took it out of the yard.

There was a whole team of soldiers guarding the gate of the courtyard.Song Qingyuan was just about to tell them to pay attention to defense, when he turned his head and saw a person who shouldn't be here.

Lian Ti raised his eyebrows, but did not explain why he suddenly appeared here from a far away military camp.

He raised the corner of his mouth, took the porcelain bottle from Song Qingyuan very naturally, unscrewed it and sniffed it, "Wine?"

Song Qingyuan gave him a blank look, and walked towards his carriage on his own, not forgetting to complain: "If you don't know what's in it, you dare to go in and smell it, aren't you afraid it's poison?"

"It doesn't look like something that would cause His Highness a lot of trouble." Lian Ti returned the porcelain bottle containing alcohol to Song Qingyuan, and followed him into the carriage.

Lian Ti's determination came from his understanding of Song Qingyuan.

During the time he spent with Song Qingyuan, Lian Ti had never seen Song Qingyuan take care of anything that was not beneficial to the common people.

What Song Qingyuan did after he came to Mobei, without exception, made their lives better.Even the people of Yanyun can testify to this matter.

Song Qingyuan has a very good reputation among the people in his fief, no matter who mentions their former Third Highness, they all look very loving.Even Song Qingyuan's father, the then king of Yan, did not receive such treatment.

And Lian Ti seems to have discovered something else: with Song Qingyuan's ability, the reason why he was defeated in the struggle with Song Qizhen and trapped in Southern Zhou as a hostage is very likely that the other party threatened the people.

It's just that what happened between the two is not even mentioned.

But Lian Ti was not most concerned about this, but that Song Qingyuan's behavior seemed to have appeared only two years ago, not long before he lent grain to the caravan in Haijina.

Before this, His Highness Yan Yun was more like a mediocre person in every respect.

"Things that harm people can sometimes save people." Song Qingyuan retorted seriously, intending to raise his thoughts repeatedly.

"Really?" Lian Ti came back to his senses and asked back.

"Of course, there is no distinction between good and evil in anything, only human beings." Song Qingyuan looked indifferent.

Lian Ti thought about the deep meaning behind Song Qingyuan's words, and then nodded in agreement.

"However..." Song Qingyuan raised the porcelain bottle in his hand and shook it at him, "This is something that can save many lives, no matter which direction you look at it from."

But before Lian mentioned a response, Song Qingyuan remembered that alcohol can also be used as a combustion aid, so he accepted his point of view just now, "Well, not absolutely."

In such a somewhat dialectical conversation, Lian Ti finally followed Song Qingyuan to the destination of their trip - a medical clinic in Wang Tingzhong.

Waiting for them inside was the doctor who came to Mobei with Song Qingyuan before.

Because Song Qingyuan's health is getting healthier day by day, his exclusive doctor has more and more leisure time. Some time ago, with the help of Song Qingyuan, Zhou Qiao opened a medical clinic in Wang Tingzhong. the trust of the people.

And Song Qingyuan came here precisely to determine the clinical effect of alcohol.

Soon, the two were led by Zhou Qiao to a small room behind the medical hall.

Lying in the room was a patient with a bandaged arm. Judging from his complexion, the situation might not be too optimistic.

And the doctor who was in charge of taking care of him also introduced the situation of this patient to Song Qingyuan and the two of them.

His name was Al, and he was a hunter near the royal court. When he went into the mountain to set up a trap a few days ago, he accidentally scratched his arm by a wooden thorn he had set up.

It is quite normal for people who live by hunting to have bumps and scratches on their bodies.He didn't pay too much attention to it, and casually tore off a piece of cloth, tied the wound to stop the bleeding, and then went down the mountain.

But who would have expected that Al's wound would start to swell and red the next day.

To make matters worse, he began to have a low-grade fever intermittently.Fearing that this was a sign of wound ulceration, his wife hurriedly dragged him to Zhou Qiao's clinic.

Song Qingyuan took a deep breath after hearing the doctor's words. Ale had too many flaws in dealing with wounds, and he didn't know where to start.

With the way he treats the wound like this, it's really lucky to grow so big.

"Your Highness, what should we do now?" Zhou Qiao put down the medicine bowl and asked.

Song Qingyuan handed him the porcelain bottle containing alcohol, and said: "Do as I said before, use it to disinfect yourself and the knife first, and then use it to wipe the wound. After cleaning the wound, use it to disinfect it again Toxic, and finally wrapped the wound with steamed gauze."

Zhou Qiao nodded and took the alcohol.Song Qingyuan took Lian out of the house and went to a wing to wait.

Lian Ti became a little uneasy after seeing the injured in the room.

It was hard enough for Song Qingyuan to arrange things, and as soon as he entered the door, Lian Ti grabbed Song Qingyuan's sleeve and said in a hasty tone: "Your Highness, what do you mean just now? Could it be that the wine in the bottle can save people's lives?"

Song Qingyuan was not surprised by Lian Ti's attitude. As long as normal people saw the scene just now, they would naturally think of the injured soldier.After all, the battlefield is where the most injuries occur.

And how much Lian Ti cared about his army could be seen from the time he spent in the barracks every day.

Song Qingyuan rescued his sleeve from Lian Ti's hand, nodded calmly, and explained: "The bottle is alcohol, which can disinfect the wound and reduce the chance of wound festering and festering."

Compared with its usefulness, the unheard name of "alcohol" is obviously not worth mentioning.

Lian Ti didn't know whether it was because of excitement or excitement, he kept pacing back and forth in the room.

After walking around for two laps, he turned his head and looked at Song Qingyuan as if he had realized something, "There was also a doctor who used strong wine to clean the soldiers' wounds before, why didn't it have much effect then?"

Seeing that he finally stopped dangling in front of his eyes, Song Qingyuan quickly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, not all alcohols have the same disinfection effect as medical alcohol.As for the degree of the current wine, it does not exceed [-] degrees in the sky, so how can it be useful for disinfection?

Considering that he couldn't explain why he was so familiar with the disinfection effect of wines of different concentrations, Song Qingyuan casually found a reason: "The wine I brought here has been distilled many times, and the concentration is different from the wines we usually drink. will be more effective."

Very good, well-founded and convincing.Song Qingyuan nodded in satisfaction.

"So the wine in the bottle can prevent the wound from festering because of its high concentration?" Lianti thought for a while and continued to ask.

' In theory, not quite.Song Qingyuan pursed his lips.But it is too complicated to explain the principle clearly. Song Qingyuan weighed the pros and cons, and then said firmly: "That's it."

"That being the case, why does His Highness add water after distillation?" Lian Ti's eyes were sincere, as if he wanted to understand the truth.

Song Qingyuan couldn't help gritting his teeth, thinking: Shouldn't normal people be shocked by what he said about the efficacy of alcohol, and then think about how to mass-produce it to reduce casualties of soldiers?Why are you only curious about the principle?

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