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109 Inventions (two more)
Gu Jiao went to the hospital.
Today was the appointment date for the follow-up consultation with the mysterious big man, and the other party had been waiting early in the Huichuntang.
This time, he didn't let anyone clear the medical hall.
Gu Jiao was a little late to say goodbye to Xiao Liulang, so she told the other party to wait for a while.
The face of the young guard next to him was completely black: "Huh, you are the first person who dares to let my grandfather wait for you!"
Gu Jiao spread her hands: "Oh, it's an honor."
The young guard rolled his face.
Gu Jiao entered the wing room.
The man wore a hat with a veil to cover his face, but the dignity and respectability of the first trial could not be concealed.
There are still two gentlemen with a feminine temperament around him.
After seeing it a few times, people have long been accustomed to Gu Jiao's rudeness. Seeing that Gu Jiao saw their paternal father who couldn't even give a courtesy, she just sat down. She could only slander in her heart, but she didn't dare to be half-sarcastic. Sentence.
There is no other reason, my father's illness really cured this little girl!
Gu Jiao gave him three shots of benzathine penicillin, one shot every seven days, and the last shot was done last month. He came here today for a review.
Gu Jiao took his pulse and checked it.
"I'm cured, right?" The man's voice could not hide his joy.
Gu Jiao took off her gloves and said to him: "At present, it seems that the recovery is good, but it will take two years for no recurrence to be considered as a complete cure, and follow-up for discomfort."
"Uh..." The man was silent.
Gu Jiao realized that his mood was different from the previous few days: "What's the matter? Can't follow up?"
The man smiled and said, "To be honest, I am leaving."
"Oh." Gu Jiao wasn't surprised. He didn't have a local accent, and he might not even be from Youzhou. He came from a farther place, so Gu Jiao couldn't guess where.
The man and Yan Yue said: "But I believe that I have been cured by the girl, so I presume to ask the girl, your medical skills are so good, you don't know where you learned from?"
Gu Jiao said, "I have a lot of teachers."
This is the truth. In her previous life, she studied medicine at a university and a graduate school, and then went to a graduate school. There were indeed a lot of teachers who taught her.
The man is not a person with lack of vision. Gu Jiao did not want to talk more on this topic, so he stopped asking. He said, "Thank you girl for curing my disease. I hope I can solemnly thank the girl."
"You have already paid the consultation fee, and you don't need to thank you..." Gu Jiao halfway through the conversation, she saw the man taking a brocade box from the servant and putting it on the table.
The brocade box is not a vulgar thing at first glance.
Gu Jiao switched seamlessly: "If you really want to give the gift, I can barely accept it."
The people just didn't look at it, you, you have the ability and you have a little more bones, and continue to say you don't want it!
The man smiled tolerantly and pushed the brocade box to Gu Jiao's hand.
When Gu Jiao opened it, it turned out to be an exquisite jade folding fan. Gu Jiao held the fan in her hand, and it felt slightly cool to the touch. The jade was icy, and it was really a good fan.
"Do you like it?" the man asked.
Gu Jiao looked hesitant.
People are dumbfounded, aren't they, fans made by Qianhan Hanyu, don't like this?
"If you don't like it, you can change to something else." The man said gently.
"Well, is there a fan made of gold?" Gu Jiao asked.
The next people shook their bodies twice without holding back. You really don't know how to be polite. You have to exchange for gold when you come up, but does gold have any value? The country folks are just ignorant!
The man smiled and said, "There is no golden fan, but I have other golden things here."
After that, he summoned one of them to subordinate, and whispered a few words in his ear, the subordinate's eyes were straight: "Master, is this wrong? That is..."
The man didn't look like Gu Jiao to his servants: "Let you take it, what do you do with so much nonsense? When I went to Jiangnan, I found that you have other skills, but you talk more and more."
"Yes." The servant didn't dare to neglect, and gave Gu Jiao a bitter look, then went to the carriage and brought a new small box over.
It was Huarong Dao made of pure gold.
Huarong Road is an ancient educational toy, sold in many shops, but the market is all made of wood and made of gold. Gu Jiao saw it for the first time.
It's fun and gleaming, the little headroom will love it.
Gu Jiao nodded in satisfaction.
The man finally saw a small expression on her unsmiling little face, and couldn't help but say, "Does the girl like gold or Huarong Dao?"
Gu Jiao said, "It's not that I like it, but my brother likes it."
The man smiled slightly: "The girl has a younger brother?"
Gu Jiao compared her fingers: "Not one, but three."
Man: It doesn't look like it would be great to give one away!
The man gave Gu Jiao two more gifts. The people on the side felt the pain of his father. Why are you saying that you are not good? Does this kill God? Pit yourself to death?
There is nowhere to say.
It's your own good face.
When Gu Jiao left the hospital, there were three more luxurious gift bags in the small back basket!
The man arched his hands at Gu Jiao at the gate of Huichun Hall: "Girl, there will be a period later."
Gu Jiao glanced at him: "There will be a period after the doctor, what's wrong with you?"
After all, she was carrying a small back basket and sank into the crowd without looking back.
The popularity broke, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Lord, look at her..."
The man was also a little startled. After all, no one had dared to talk to him like this for many years, but he would be happy, but he smiled in a good mood: "Yes, what's wrong with me? Why do you want to see the doctor? Is it okay to be in good health?"
"Master..."
"It's time to return to Beijing, let's go."
After Gu Jiao left Huichuntang, she left for the only iron shop in the town.
This iron shop has been open for more than 20 years, and it can be regarded as an old shop.
As soon as Gu Jiao walked to the door, she heard a ding, ding, dong, bang, the iron shop was very busy, and the blacksmiths were too busy.
There was no counter in the shop. Gu Jiao called a buddy and asked, "I ordered iron tools here last month. Today is the day of delivery."
The man carried a heavy basket of iron ore, and shouted in the lobby: "Pharaoh! Someone is coming to get the goods!"
"Come here!" A sweaty blacksmith hurriedly ran out with a towel around his neck. While he wiped the sweat off his face, he looked at Gu Jiao, "Who wants Get the goods? Are you?"
The coachman from Huichuntang ordered the goods last time, so the old blacksmith didn't know her.
Gu Jiao gave him a hum, and handed him the pair of cards.
In ancient times, there were still few scholars and not many blacksmiths who could read. Therefore, they all used matching cards. Each pair of cards had a corresponding row number. According to the row number, you could know which batch of goods it was.
"You haven't finished this." The old blacksmith frowned.
Gu Jiao said, "But what I said last time was to get the goods today."
The old blacksmith wiped his sweat with a towel, and said, "But we really haven't finished it, and we can't help it."
"About how long will it take?" Gu Jiao asked.
"This..." the old blacksmith thought for a while, "a month or two."
Gu Jiao wondered: "So long? Don't I need too many farm tools?"
The old blacksmith sighed, "It’s not yours. I took a job in the shop last month. I took it before you. The iron tools for mining iron ore are a thousand pieces. Our small iron shop Where can I get here? It's still more than half way short! There are not enough manpower, and not enough stoves..."
"Pharaoh! It's going to strike iron!" shouted a blacksmith inside.
"Hey! Coming!" The old blacksmith yelled from inside the shop, then turned to Gu Jiao and said, "Girl, you should come back next month."
Gu Jiao didn't want to wait that long.
After the old blacksmith entered, she also entered the iron shop. The buddies and the blacksmiths were so busy that no one paid attention to a little girl.
In all fairness, there are not many people in the iron shop. Calculated by this number, it is enough to hesitate to make a thousand pieces of iron in a month.
Then the problem should not be the shortage of manpower.
Gu Jiao looked at their blast furnace again and immediately found the problem.
Ironmaking requires extremely high temperatures. In order to reach this temperature, blast furnaces generally use blowers. Gu Jiao originally thought that the iron shop of this dynasty also used water drain blast, but it turned out to be the most primitive human blast.
Human blast, commonly known as the platoon, the biggest disadvantage is that there is only one tuò (pouch made of horseskin) at an interface, and the blast is closed once when the man is blowing.
A blast furnace has about four to six ports. In other words, a blast furnace can blow up to six times at the same time.
This efficiency is much lower than that of water drainage.
The platoon is driven by hydraulic power, and the platoon can be closed several times every time the water wheel rotates, which not only saves time, but also saves manpower.
Gu Jiao shared her thoughts with the old blacksmith.
The old blacksmith was surprised. How could a little girl in a commoner understand this?
After being surprised, he said: "I've seen the one you mentioned, it's only available in the imperial iron shop."
There is no craftsman in the private sector who knows how to do water drainage.
"I will do it." Gu Jiao said.
The old blacksmith was taken aback.
Gu Jiao thought for a while: "However, what I want to do next is not water drainage."
Gu Jiao said a title.
"What box?" The old blacksmith said he had never heard of it!
"Is there any paper?" Gu Jiao asked.
"Huh?" The old blacksmith was so stunned by Gu Jiao that he didn't react for a while.
Gu Jiao simply searched for a bluestone slab on the ground, took out the charcoal pen in her purse, and drew attentively.
When other blacksmiths were attracted to her, the old blacksmith scolded: "Look at anything! Go work!"
Due to the majesty of the master, the blacksmiths forced their curiosity to work, but they still looked at Gu Jiao from time to time.
What is this little girl painting on their iron paved floor?
The old blacksmith finally couldn't help but asked, "Girl, what are you doing?"
"Painting." Gu Jiaoyan said concisely.
"Why are you painting on my floor when it's okay? I have to find someone to wipe it later, what a hassle!"
Gu Jiao smiled: "I will let you complete the remaining 1,000 pieces of iron in ten days, don't you want it?"
"Ten, ten days?" The old blacksmith straightened up with his arms on his hips. "Don't laugh!"
Does he still know if he is the one who strikes iron? Even if the people in their entire iron shop add up to sleep, it will take at least a month!
Unless you use the imperial water drainage technology, it will take twenty days.
"I didn't laugh."
The old blacksmith expressed his disbelief.
"What if I did it?"
The old blacksmith held his arms in his hands and looked at her condescendingly: "If you do it, I will make your iron tools for you for free and don’t charge you a copper plate! Not only that, I will pack all your iron tools in the future. Never want you alone!"
Gu Jiao thought about it seriously, and felt that this sale was feasible: "Okay, I promise you."
The old blacksmith makes no mouth, what did you agree to? Bragging to the sky!
Gu Jiao finished the drawing soon, and she nodded with satisfaction: "It should be like this. You will find a carpenter in a while."
The old blacksmith opened his mouth: "What?"
Gu Jiao rolled up her sleeves: "Don't be stunned, you won't be able to finish your iron tools any more."
After that, Gu Jiao stood up, wrapped the charcoal in kraft paper and put it back in her purse. After washing her hands with water, she turned and left.
The old blacksmith has his face covered in circles, can this, this, this, right? Is the little girl playing with him? How could she understand this?
However, for some reason, the old blacksmith thought of the other person squatting on the ground with a calm expression on the ground, but he went to the next door and called the carpenter over.
The carpenter is knowledgeable. After reading the drawings on the bluestone slab, his eyes immediately changed: "Who painted this?"
"What's the matter?" the old blacksmith asked weirdly.
The carpenter didn't answer his words. He knelt down and touched the design on the ground with both hands as if looking at a treasure. However, he was afraid to knock it off a bit and didn't dare to touch it.
This cautious look left the old blacksmith puzzled.
There was a green light in the carpenter's eyes. Without a word, he returned to the shop, grabbed a pen and paper, and knelt on the ground and began to copy the drawing religiously.
He had a vague hunch that this might be the most amazing thing he had ever done in his life!
Confused, the old blacksmith stared at the pattern on the bluestone slab and looked left and right: "What the hell? Is it really possible to make something?"
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