The ace special forces who dominated the Sui dynasty's late period

  Liu Ziqiu suddenly changed his mind, wanting to find Yuan Tiangong this old god stick to calculate a divination, to see if he had the opportunity to return to modern times, and to see if this world would ultimately belong to Li Tang. If he could return to modern times, it didn't matter who this world belonged to. If he didn't have this opportunity, and this world was bound to belong to the Li family, shouldn't he go and hug Li Shimin's thigh early?

  But then Gao Xiuer said: "Okay, I'll go back with you!"

  After going through so much, she didn't want to be apart from Liu Ziqiu for a single moment.

  "No!" Sun Simiao said seriously, "Your body is not as good as his. After taking these two doses of medicine, you will still need to use other medicines to continue to slowly adjust and nurse yourself back to health for half a month. So, you can't leave now!"

  Liu Ziqiu snapped his fingers and calculated the date. Today was already September 19th, and if they delayed for another half month, winter would arrive, making the road southward not so easy to travel, and who knows if they could even catch a convenient boat. But seeing Gao Xiuer staring at him with pleading eyes, Liu Ziqiu's heart softened, and he said: "I also have some business to attend to in Luoyang City, I'll take you with me after I'm done."

  Gao Xiuer's expression became tense: "Didn't you promise me..."

  "Don't worry." Liu Ziqiu smiled and said, "I just came to bid farewell to my brother, so he won't worry."

  Gao Xiuer already knew about Liu Ziqiu and Li Jing becoming sworn brothers, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Her expression changed from worry to joy, and she burst out laughing: "You can't enter the city looking like that! Yesterday, Grandfather bought back fabric and thread. Wait two more days, I'll help you make new clothes, and we'll go together."

  Liu Ziqiu was surprised and said: "You can still make clothes?"

  Gao Xiuer pouted and said: "Girls learn needlework from a young age, some people start when they're five years old."

  ……

  There was originally only one thatched hut here, which Sun Simiao had built for gathering herbs. Since his daughter's family found it somewhat inconvenient to live in, after Liu Ziqing's body gradually recovered, he built another room next door for Gao Xiuer to live in. Now this room has several bolts of cloth and a large pile of cotton wool.

  Sun Simiao charged a certain amount of medical fees for treating others, but he also treated people differently. If he encountered poor and humble commoners, he wouldn't take a single penny. But if the other party was wealthy, he wouldn't be polite either. Sun Simiao had some savings, so buying cloth and cotton wasn't a burden for him. Unfortunately, he was an old man after all, and the things he bought didn't quite meet Gao Xiu's expectations, so she could only make do with them.

  Busy till nightfall, a piece of clothing in Gao Xiuer's hands had already taken shape. After dinner, Gao Xiuer refused to rest. Under the dim lamp light, Gao Xiuer sewed with great concentration, constantly changing her needlework, forward and backward, back and forth. Liu Ziqiu was momentarily stunned, and in his daze, he suddenly felt a sense of home.

  Gao Xiuer felt Liu Ziqiu's fiery gaze, her pretty face blushing, but her hands moved even faster, accidentally pricking her finger, "Ow" she cried out in pain.

  Liu Ziqiu was startled awake by the painful cry, hastily jumped up, and snatched over Rong Yu, only to see a cherry-red tip on her jade-like fingers. He couldn't help but feel heartache, saying: "I told you to rest well at night and not do it again, I'm not waiting for you to wear it."

  "It's not like you're watching here, making people nervous and flustered, or else why would I have cut my hand." Gao Xiuer thought to herself, you may not be in a hurry, but I'm afraid your sworn brother will soon turn gray with worry, how can I not speed up? However, she didn't dare say this out loud, pulled back her hand and said: "You quickly go back inside, I'll just work on it for a bit longer."

  Liu Ziqiu refused and said: "There are flammable materials in this room, I have to wait until you put out the light before I can feel at ease."

  Gao Xiuer's heart warmed up, and she couldn't bear to drive him away anymore. She pointed to the desk in front of the bed and said: "Grandfather wrote a few medical books. These days, our family has nothing to do, so I helped copy them. Since you know some medicine, why don't you go over there and take a look to relieve your boredom?"

  Liu Ziqiu suddenly had a movement in his heart and asked: "Xiuer, is Mr.'s manuscript here?"

  "Of course, I just finished copying it and haven't had a chance to proofread yet." Liu Ziqiu's experience of learning to recognize characters at Li Jing's house was already known to Gao Xiuer. She immediately grabbed his draft and smiled coquettishly, saying "Why don't you help me proofread it?"

  This remark hit Liu Ziqiu's weakness, and he gladly accepted the task. Sitting by the desk, he opened Sun Simiao's manuscript, but instead of reading it, he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, which was what he had gained from the mountain top crack yesterday.

  Sun Simiao's manuscript had been repeatedly revised, with scribbles and erasures, appearing somewhat disorganized. However, upon closer inspection, each character was written in neat, tiny regular script. Liu Ziqiu had never practiced calligraphy before, but at first glance, he thought the handwriting on the paper strip was indistinguishable from Sun's.

  Liu Ziqiu looked up and glanced at Gao Xiuer, only to see her head down, busy with the needle and thread in her hand, not noticing his movements at all. He couldn't help but pick up that note again and study it carefully, and indeed found some differences.

  The same is true of the small characters on the note, the handwriting is strong and powerful, and even the back of the paper shows ink marks. Sun Simiao's manuscript, although also written in a square and upright manner, absolutely does not have such strength.

  Liu Ziqiu finally believed that this small note was not written by Sun Simiao, and as for whether it was left by Yuan Tiangang, further investigation was needed. From then on, Liu Ziqiu also put down his mind and carefully proofread Sun Simiao's manuscript.

  Sun Simiao wrote two medical books, "Qianjin Yaofang" and "Qianjin Yifang". This is probably what later generations referred to as the "Qianjin Fang". Liu Ziqiu thought to himself while flipping through Gao Xiuer's manuscript, involuntarily admiring her handwriting. Gao Xiuer's writing was elegant yet not lacking in grandeur, a pleasure to behold.

  Liu Ziqiu simply put down Sun Simiao's manuscript and devoted himself to reading Gao Xiuer's copy. These two medical masterpieces, with more than 60 volumes, condensed Sun Simiao's half-life's painstaking efforts, even in later generations, were revered as classics by traditional Chinese medicine, and in this era, they could be called a medical encyclopedia.

  It didn't matter how well Sun Simiao's medical book was written, it was all Greek to Liu Ziqiu. He had never studied traditional Chinese medicine, so the words and sentences in the book were obscure and difficult for him to understand. After reading for a while, he started yawning. It was only to alleviate Gao Xiuer's burden that he helped her proofread, which is why he continued to read with great effort.

  "Alright! Husband, you come and try it quickly."

  Liu Ziqiu felt a weight lift off his shoulders, hastily put down the book in his hand and stood up. In a quick glance, he saw a line of words: Wheat, sweet in taste, warm in nature, toxic.

  At this time, Gao Xiuer had already walked to Liu Ziqiu's side, shook the quilt in her hand and put it on Liu Ziqiu's body. She helped him tie his belt like a new bride and said softly: "Lang Jun, you turn around and take a look."

  Liu Ziqiu temporarily put down his doubts and tried on the new clothes. Gao Xiuer's craftsmanship was quite good, even better than Hong Dangyu, this new set of clothes was very fitting.

  Before she knew it, her clothes were still warm when Gao Xiuer said, "Quickly take them off."

  Liu Ziqiu said in surprise: "It's fine, no need to change it."

  "Who said I wanted to change!" Gao Xiuer rolled her eyes and said, "Quickly, take it off. I want to use it as a model and make you another winter outfit."

  "This padded jacket is just fine." Liu Ziqiu was quite confident in his own physique, and chuckled, "Where would I need any winter clothes?"

  "Hum! Wait till it snows, you go out dressed like that, and people won't take you for a beggar!" Gao Xiuer said as she spread the padded jacket open.

  Liu Ziqiu couldn't bear to see her working so hard, and suddenly had an idea. He said, "Alright, after you've finished sewing, hurry up and go to sleep. You should know that women shouldn't stay up late, or their beauty will fade quickly."

  "Really? Why didn't you say so earlier!"

  Loving beauty is a woman's nature, and Gao Xiuer is no exception. Liu Ziqiu's words immediately took effect. She hastily put down the quilt in her hand, turned around and pushed Liu Ziqiu out of the door, slamming the door shut with a "bang". Although Gao Xiuer had already acknowledged herself as Liu Ziqiu's woman, after all, she hadn't torn off that layer of window paper yet, and it was still somewhat embarrassing to let her and Liu Ziqiu be alone together for a night.

  Liu Ziqiu wanted to take advantage of her cutting winter clothes to see Sun Simiao's argument about the toxicity of wheat, but he didn't expect Gao Xiuer's reaction to be so fast. When he thought of turning back to knock on the door, he saw that the lights in the house had been blown out and it was pitch black.

  Wheat was introduced to the Central Plains during the Han Dynasty, but its cultivation area was limited to the Longxi region and did not receive much promotion. Whether in terms of yield or nutritional value, wheat is higher than traditional grains. The reason for this situation may be largely related to the wrong views of people like Sun Simiao.

  Sun Simiao was a legendary doctor, and many people believed in his words without any doubt. Now, he has written the conclusion that wheat is toxic into his book, which will be passed down from generation to generation, who knows how many opportunities it will mislead.

  The food problem is related to the rise and fall of a country, the survival or extinction of a nation. Liu Ziqiu felt that he had no choice but to take responsibility and have a good talk with the old man. Who knew that Sun Simiao was used to the healthy way of early sleep and early rising, and now he had already entered the land of dreams.

  Liu Ziqiu didn't want to disturb him, so he also lay down on the couch with his clothes on. For a while, however, he couldn't fall asleep, and his mind was still preoccupied with the fact that wheat was poisonous.

  Since Sun Simiao has written this in his book, he must have heard of or even seen some cases himself. It would be very difficult to convince him otherwise. If we fail to convince him, it may even spread the rumor that wheat is poisonous, making it even harder to promote in the future. Before gathering enough evidence, it's not possible to discuss this with Sun Simiao.

  Liu Ziqiu lay on the couch, tossing and turning, thinking wildly, and didn't know when he fell asleep. The next day, he got up a bit late.

  At this time, Sun Simiao had already disappeared and it was unknown whether he had gone into the mountains to collect medicine or into the city to diagnose someone's illness. Even if Liu Ziqing wanted to discuss this matter with him, he couldn't find anyone.

  Liu Ziqiu simply put this matter aside for the time being and pushed open the door of the thatched hut next to him.

  But then Gao Xiuer had already cut open the fabric, her deft hands busy threading the needle, without even lifting her head, saying: "Lang Jun, don't watch me here, it's distracting. Go and proofread your manuscript instead."

  Liu Ziqiu looked at the scattered manuscript on the desk and suddenly had an idea.