Zhang Xuezhou has a skill in weighing meat.
This was an ability he had developed by sharing food in Zhangjiazhuang, but the approximate weight was easy to grasp. It was difficult to be accurate to one tael or even a few dollars.
The biggest obstacle for Zhang Xuezhou in refining Bigu Powder is not grinding and boiling over low heat, but the inability to grasp the weight of the materials.
In reality, there is a lack of alchemy furnace, and Zhang Xuezhou lacks the simplest things in the real world in this world.
He lacks an accurate measurement tool.
Without accurate measurement, it is impossible for him to form an accurate ratio.
Even the bigu powder configured by Zhang Xuezhou could not even be formed.
He ended up with three globs of grey-brown medicated paste.
Although he knew that his medicinal paste was far from reaching the threshold of bigu powder, Zhang Xuezhou was not prepared to waste it.
He couldn't afford to waste it at the moment. No matter how long he could stay hungry after taking three servings of the paste, it was better than nothing. After all, the medicinal materials used in Bigu Powder were not poisons, and the paste was not very toxic.
"Two hundred and forty-eight and a half taels are just gone?"
Seeing Zhang Xuezhou hissing at his failure, Wang Ermazi was very glad that he had not learned this skill.
He could see that Zhang Xuezhou was too careful to be picky when refining and boiling the elixir, but he still suffered three consecutive defeats.
This kind of high loss will bankrupt an ordinary family, and wealthy families cannot afford it even if they fail a few more times.
"It's better to boil herbal medicine. At least it won't cost you money!"
Wang Ermazi thought about the herbal medicine he had brewed, and felt that it would not affect the efficacy of the medicine if he added more or less, and it did not matter if the cooking time was shorter or longer.
Whether or not the patient's illness was cured was another matter. After all, nine out of ten patients died, so it was considered good that he could save even one.
"The precise tool you mentioned may only be available in the imperial court!"
After Zhang Xuezhou described it with great effort, Wang Ermazi finally understood what Zhang Xuezhou needed.
For barefoot doctors like them, reaching out and grabbing is weight.
And to be as accurate as Zhang Xuezhou mentioned, Wang Ermazi could only think of those officials in the imperial court who measured gold.
As the most precious currency, gold will be accurate to the smallest unit and will not be estimated using scales and hands at all.
"That's a bit far away!"
Zhang Xuezhou thought about Dong Zhongshu's advice, thought about the distance between Shu County and Chang'an City, and then thought about getting involved in the imperial system.
This long time was enough for him to starve to death hundreds of times.
"Isn't there one in the Sheriff's Mansion too?" Zhang Xuezhou asked doubtfully.
"Then you have to ask Governor Wen," Wang Erpazi said, "I'm just a barefoot doctor and don't know about the affairs of the Governor's Mansion and the court!"
“I’ll buy medicine from you next time!”
Zhang Xuezhou thought for a while, and finally had to bow his hands towards Wang Ermazi, indicating that he was leaving and returning to the county governor's mansion.
"You have to tell me in advance how much you want to buy. Some of your medicinal materials are very valuable. I have to go from village to house to collect them!"
Wang Ermazi replied, and replaced the self-proclaimed old man with a young man. He looked like he had taken over a big business. Zhang Xuezhou felt that Bigu San was hard to bear.
But in the face of life, he had to solve problems one by one.
Like everyone in Shujun City, what Zhang Xuezhou needs to deal with right now is hunger. He can only pursue pursuits when his stomach is full.
The time chaos caused by the confrontation between the emperor and the demon outside the territory changed everything in his current situation. In reality, he needed to rely on infusion to maintain his life, but in this world, he needed to borrow pills such as Bigu Powder to maintain his life.
Either one day Zhang Xuezhou's work and rest will return to normal, or one day he will be able to master the art of fasting, enough to starve for seven days, and Zhang Xuezhou will be able to get rid of the body's need to survive.
He went through a lot of calculations and analysis of medicinal properties in refining Pei Yuan Dan in the real world, and he used a pressure cooker to cook it in one go.
But in this world, Zhang Xuezhou's alchemy experience failed because of his accuracy in weight.
Zhang Xuezhou was deficient in accurate measurement, and Wang Ermazi was unable to achieve such meticulousness.
To be precise, Zhang Xuezhou needs an extremely fine tool, which is what this world calls 'Heng'.
He searched around the county magistrate's house, and when he found Magistrate Wen and Dong Zhongshu, the two of them built a hollow iron pipe more than two feet long in a blacksmith shop in Shujun City.
Different from the normal hollow iron pipe, this iron pipe also has a small arc-shaped blade built into it.
This is a more practical snake trap. Whenever a snake drills into a pipe, its body will be scratched by the curved blade unknowingly. If it turns around to get out of the trap, it will be pulled by the barb of the curved blade. This will cause the wound to get bigger and bigger, eventually leading to death.
"The demon treasure can be placed at the end of this iron pipe. You just need to turn the iron pipe upside down to put it in. There is a baffle stuck inside. When you turn it around, it won't fall out!"
"Zhong Shu can actually design such a practical treasure. He is really a wise man!"
"This is just a trick from Mohist Luban's art. My wisdom in picking up people's teeth is not worth mentioning!"
"Brother Zhongshu's knowledge makes me ashamed!"
"Everyone has his own way. Zhong Weng has profound knowledge in the Spring and Autumn Classics. I hope Zhong Weng will not hesitate to teach me!"
"You can ask, I will definitely do it..."
Dong Zhongshu and Wen Weng were waiting to be built in the blacksmith shop, and they also communicated with each other.
After Zhang Xuezhou listened for a long time, the two of them stopped talking.
"Looking at the gloomy look on your face, is there something wrong with refining the medicine?"
"Would you like to borrow a scale?"
Dong Zhongshu was the first to look at the situation and felt that Zhang Xuezhou had the same luck as him and could not succeed in anything he did.
Wen Weng received Zhang Xuezhou's request, which made him a little embarrassed.
"What you are weighing is not a heavy object, but a medicinal powder," Weng Weng said, "If it is to be as accurate as you said, it can only be a magic weapon."
"Do you have such a magic weapon?" Zhang Xuezhou said happily: "Don't worry, I'm just borrowing it for a while, and I can return it to you right away after using it, and I won't waste any more time."
"This magical weapon is said to be valuable and of average use, but it is not precious and rare." Wen Weng said: "I have only seen Taiwei Zhou use it once in Chang'an City."
"Captain Zhou of Chang'an City!" Zhang Xuezhou said in surprise.
"The Zhou Mansion was ransacked, and the weighing instrument might have ended up in the treasury!"
Wen Weng hissed, while Zhang Xuezhou let out a sigh of relief.
How could he persist in going to Chang'an City?
Considering that he was often out of the body for seven days, it was difficult to find anyone to take care of him, and it was almost impossible to take him on a long journey.
"The biggest problem with Heng is the fineness of its construction. The material is not outrageous. I have three taels of fine gold. If I can ask this blacksmith Liu to build it according to the drawing, it is not impossible to build a Heng magic weapon!"
"Please help, Mr. Dong!"
Wen Weng had no idea, while Dong Zhongshu pinched his beard and had some ideas.
This made Zhang Xuezhou immediately lower his head and ask for help.
"But these three taels of fine gold are what I use to create a magical weapon." Dong Zhongshu said: "You have to know that it is very sad for a monk to not have a magical weapon to use. He can hardly react when encountering an accident."
"Fan, I have a magic fan!"
Zhang Xuezhou patted the bag and took out the magic fan he had previously received from Dong Zhongshu.
"You give me a magic weapon and a scale, and I will give you a magic weapon, a fan!"
"That's a good feeling. It just so happens that I know some secrets in the Mohist Lu Ban Technique!"
Zhang Xuezhou's success made Dong Zhongshu smile.
After more than two years, this magical fan finally officially returned to his hands.
