Fall in love with the technology tree [Three Kingdoms]

When it comes to the big families in Qingzhou, the first one is the royal Liu family.There are many feudal states in Qingzhou, and almost two-thirds of the land is inseparable from the Liu family's feudal king.Under the Liu family, it was the Kong family's turn.

Because of the rise of Confucianism in the Han Dynasty, the head of the Confucian family has been granted the title of marquis since the 12th generation of Confucius, and now it is the 18th generation.The title has always been secure, but if you want to say that the official reaches the Sangong Jiuqing, or Mushou Fang, that is not a thing.I don't know if the old Liu family was guarding against them, or because Confucius sucked up the aura of the Kong family for thousands of years, so that the descendants are not up to date.

People in the world often have a stereotyped impression of the mysterious Confucian family: the literary style is extremely prosperous, and the Confucian school has studied the classics for generations. It is necessary to say benevolence and filial piety. "The Book of Songs" is a quotation from "The Analects of Confucius". [1] Everyone seems to be carved out of the same etiquette mold. No matter what they do in private, what they show to outsiders is the word "Confucianism".

Acting as a living archway, is this something normal people can bear?Is there not a spontaneously awakened ideological rebel in the Kong family?

Maybe there were, maybe there are many more, but their names have disappeared in the long river of history, not even a splash left.

Originally, Kong Mo should have disappeared in such an obscurity.

Kong Mo's original name is unknown, and his parents and brothers are also unknown.He may be the real son of the present-day Marquis Bao Cheng, or he may just be the son of a bastard, only he himself knows.Anyway, the name "Kong Mo" would definitely not appear in the genealogy of the Confucian family. After all, the Confucian family and the Mohist family are sworn enemies, and the irony of "Kong Mo" is really eye-catching.

This strange man surnamed Kong has been rebellious since adolescence, and he is extremely yearning for the lost Mohism.However, he has strong hands-on ability, and he taught himself to be a carpenter and a stonemason. Since then, he has run away from home, like a real oldest Mohist, mixed among the working people at the bottom, and supported himself by his craftsmanship.He lived in no fixed place and was alone, leaving his footprints from Dongnae to the plains.

Kong Mo is looking for his Mohism.

Moxue didn't find it, but the epidemic hit him right.It is no wonder that the living environment of the working people at the bottom is crowded and dirty, which is more suitable for the spread of the virus; Kong Mo is in his 30s and belongs to the susceptible group. He is not the son of destiny who is invulnerable to all poisons, so he was naturally infected.

Kong Mo's condition developed rapidly, and the seven-foot man fell into a coma with a high fever within two days.When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was the beams of the isolation room of Ding's Medical Hall.

This is a very clean isolation room.There were two pots of budding peach branches under the window, and the window was pasted with a kind of paper with good light transmittance. The bright light allowed him to see the indoor scene clearly.There are 32 beds in four rows. Although they still use tattered straw mats and quilts, they are all extremely clean, and even their bodies have been changed into old linen clothes.Although it is still crowded, the fresh air and the comfortable temperature of the ground do not make people feel stuffy.

It's amazing.This is tentatively regarded as the location of the plague shelter, which is extravagant in some places, and extremely simple in some aspects.Kong Mo pondered over the designer's choices and intentions, and became obsessed before he knew it.

In the isolation room, there is a woman tightly wrapped with a white mask, hat, gloves, and apron. At this time, she is checking the patient's condition one by one, making records on white paper with a charcoal pen while checking.

Halfway through her investigation, a man also wearing a mask and gloves came in, carrying a bucket of liquid mixed with herbs, vinegar, and wine.He used a small-aperture spray tool to spray the vinegar and wine liquid all over the room.

Kong Mo is very interested in the liquid medicine and the spraying tool.It's a pity that his body is still weak, and the man's movements are very skilled, so he finished spreading the lime powder and went out in a short while.Helpless, he could only wait until the woman who made the rounds came to his bunk.

"Are you awake? Kong Mo... right?" The woman looked at a piece of paper nailed to the ground beside Kong Mo's straw mat.Except for a striking "Nineteen" on the paper, it is Kong Mo's name. "According to the neighbor who sent you here, you have no relatives, right?"

Her stern way of speaking made Kong Mo grin. The psychological comfort that this kind of attention brings to patients is not a star.You know, even the epidemic prevention center set up by the imperial court is just to lock up the people infected with the plague. Who cares what the name of the dying pariah is, and what kind of relatives do they have?

"Who is your master? Could it be Xia Mo?"

"I've never heard of Xia Mo, we are Ding's medical hall." The woman tapped the writing board with a charcoal pen, "Do you have any relatives?"

Knowing the name, Kong Mo didn't pay attention to the current geographical location, and answered her contentedly: "No, I'm alone."

Kong Mo guessed that the purpose of verifying the identity is to facilitate the patients to find their relatives to collect the bodies after death.He nodded secretly in his heart, so thoughtful and caring is rare in the world.To his surprise, he was only half right.

Because the woman's next sentence came: "If you are alone, you don't need your family's consent. Let me ask a question, if you die, would you like to have your body cremated?"

Kong Mo almost jumped up, but restrained himself: "What's the point?"

The woman seemed to be used to this kind of reaction: "Calm down first. If you don't want to, we won't do it forcibly. But, you also know that what you have is a disease, and after death, the disease is still accumulated in the body , if not cremated, it is easy to infect the person who buried you. In addition, the disease may also invade the soil and water near the grave. If there are insects eating the corpse, the disease will also move with the insects, so that more A lot of people get sick."

Kong Mo was stunned by the full amount of new knowledge. "Is this how the epidemic spreads?" He is a person who has studied extensively, and the witch doctor knows a thing or two, and he can deduce that what the woman said is probably true based on simple empiricism.He fell silent.

The woman didn't urge him: "I'll check the ward first, you think about it slowly. Breakfast will be in two quarters of an hour, and I'll ask again at that time. Having said that, since you have passed the shock period, the hope of recovery is greater than others Quite a few, maybe it’s not necessary or not.”

Kong Mo finally signed and pressed his fingerprints on the banner agreeing to be cremated.

A month later, he was alive and kicking as a volunteer in the epidemic prevention center, persuading people to cremate their bodies everywhere.It's really like what the people in the medical hall said, people who have been infected once can get permanent immunity. Even if he stays with seriously ill patients every day, he will not get infected a second time.

After hanging around for a long time, Kong Mo had a general understanding of the structure of Ding's Medical Hall.

According to the level of medical skills, they are divided into three categories: senior doctors, minor doctors, and practicing doctors.The great doctor sits in the medical hall and is responsible for researching prescriptions, first aid, and confirming death.The small doctor is in charge of rounds. Basically, there will be at least one small doctor in each room to observe the patient's condition from time to time.It is the work of medical practitioners and volunteers to popularize the principles of epidemic diseases, chat and do various chores to patients.In addition, there are those responsible for burying cremations, sweeping and food.

The first days were the hardest. When there were so many patients that no one had a rest, firewood, food, medicinal materials, etc. all depended on the hospital's own bloodletting.When Kong Mo woke up, he was already much better. Some recovered people joined the volunteer team, and the knowledge of epidemic prevention such as extermination of rats, cremation, and boiling was also spread in a small area, but it was the difference between whether some people believed it or not.

But no matter whether the theory of Ding's medical hall is right or not, their righteous deeds are still respected by people.Every day, people spontaneously send firewood and food, and some local wealthy families also come out to help.

In June, the epidemic prevention station was officially closed.

In the dazzling summer sun, the plaque of "Ding's Medical Hall" was removed and replaced with "Ding's Women's Medical Hall".They are going to take root in Qingzhou under this name.At this time, people suddenly realized that it is no wonder that [-]% of the senior doctors and junior doctors in the medical hall are women.

If there is anyone who is strongly dissatisfied with the name "Ding's Women's Medical Hall", it must be Kong Mo.

"Your medical skills use the law as your bone, your ink as your flesh, and your way as your skin. It is in harmony with the way of heaven and the hearts of the people. Why do you give up on yourself to such a degree, and you are only satisfied with delivering babies to women?"

Fang Shi, that is, the female doctor that Kong Mo saw when he opened his eyes, was busy counting the number of orphans beside the porridge bucket, and answered him without turning his head: "A woman's childbirth is the continuation of a family in a small way." , at a big scale, it is the survival of a country, why is it not important?"

Kong Mo laughed "haha" and bowed to her: "I was wrong, thank you Doctor Fang for your advice."

After eating, the two little practitioners wiped their mouths and said, "There is a reason why we are called the Women's Clinic. The master established the Women's Clinic because of his mother's dystocia."

"No, even wearing white comes from the story of mourning."

Fang Shi glanced over, "Don't shut the door!"

But Kong Mo has already grasped the point: "What? Isn't Dr. Ding your master?"

Fang Shi pursed his lips and did not speak.

Kong Mo was relentless, pestering her for several days, Fang Shi had no choice but to dismiss him with a little bit of the truth: "I heard that Ding Moxibustion was also the maidservant of the late mistress, but in terms of status, she is not as good as Si Li's. Ding Zhen and Mrs. Zan from Yuzhou. We were transferred here by the master when we heard that there was a serious epidemic in Yanzhou and Qingzhou."

"I see that you are checking the list of orphans, and there are servants who practice martial arts to check people's backgrounds everywhere, but you want to send them to the master's house?"

"Otherwise, what can I do? Either I was abandoned by my parents, or my relatives died of the epidemic, and no one is willing to adopt me. If I leave it alone, it is human life."

Kong Mo was amazed: "I don't know what kind of person your master is. Such a bearing, such behavior... Tsk tsk, what do you think of me? Can I also visit your master?"

Fang's stern and selfless: "Cheng Ding, those who are willing to sell themselves can go on the road together."

"A slave?" Kong Mo laughed bitterly, "I can read and write anyway..."

"I can also read and write."

"You can only write cursive characters, so that is called literacy? You have read "Shangshu"..."

Fang Shi flung a saber at him, and Kong Mo shut up embarrassingly.But he scratched his heart and lungs so hard that he couldn't bear it, and he went to Fang Shi again after half an hour: "It is said that a good bird chooses a tree. Although I am only a sparrow, I also admire your master's sycamore tree. You let Ding The great doctor asked for me, and said, can a sparrow build its nest on a low branch without breaking its wings?"

It will take at least two months for the news to come and go.

Kong Mo watched helplessly the orphans who had passed background checks were trained in family rules, and watched the adults who sold themselves into slavery show their strengths.The child left for two batches before he was called by Ding Moxibustion.

Apart from Ding Moxibustion and Fang Shi, there was only one girl in black with a sword in one hand.

"Kong Mo, the master asks you, what skills do you want to use to be a doorman?"

Although Kong Mo is quite strange in terms of values, his mind is quite shrewd.He had discovered that the earliest adults who could go back with the orphans were artisans. "Only the skills of Mozi and Gongshuzi [2] are the ones I have devoted myself to study."

The author has something to say: [1]: "The Analects of Confucius" once recorded how Confucius educated his son Kong Li. "Trying to be independent, carp tends to pass the court. He said: 'Have you studied "Poetry"?"

【2】: Gongshuzi, referring to Lu Ban.

Kong Mo is my fictional character.