After thinking wildly for a while, Huang Yi had to face the facts.
He knew that aspirin in this era was equivalent to bringing the dead back to life, and he had to keep it in hand just in case.
It's just that the shelf life of anti-inflammatory drugs is only two years, and now it only has fifteen months left, so it is possible that they will eventually become waste and be thrown away.
When we followed Agudamu to his brother's yurt, three children and a woman were crying.
The woman was Agudamu's sister-in-law. She was very virtuous and a Han Chinese. When she saw Huang Yi, she immediately knelt and climbed forward and said:
"Master, please save the child's father, ugh..."
Huang Yi said truthfully: "His injury is too serious and has begun to fester. The situation is not good!"
The woman knew the man's current situation. She was helpless and could only kowtow to Huang Yi to save her life.
Agudamu must have a deep relationship with his brother and sister-in-law, and he knelt down and kowtowed with tears.
"Don't be like this, don't worry, I will do my best!"
Next, Huang Yi directed the following Huang Dayong and Huang Dazhi to wash the inflamed wound with salt water. Then he personally used the remaining alcohol and iodophor to disinfect Amuguleng and re-sutured it.
Finally, I quietly gave him an aspirin.
Before leaving, Huang Yi picked up the used up alcohol bottles and iodophor bottles and put them in Agudamu's hands and said:
"Did you see that? In order to save your brother, I used up all the magic medicine I brought back from Franji Country."
What could Agudamu say? He could only kneel down and continue to kowtow. His sister-in-law also pulled the children to kneel down.
The next day, Huang Yi came to see again and touched Amuguleng's forehead. It was better than yesterday. He felt that this man could be saved, and then quietly gave him an aspirin while feeding him water.
The human body these days does not have drug resistance. Amuguleng is very strong. After taking two aspirin, he no longer has a fever and is conscious.
When Hedanbaatar learned about this, he went to see it in person. When he saw the two empty bottles that Agudamu brought to him, he became furious and whipped Agudamu several times.
In the end, I didn't forget to kick two small plastic bottles into my arms.
Soon the tribe was talking about this matter, and everyone thought that Huang Yi really shouldn't use up the precious magic medicine to save Amugu Leng, who didn't know whether he could fight on horseback in the future.
They all scolded Agudamu, this Mongolian bastard, for not knowing the rules and forgetting his identity!
It didn't matter that Agudamu was rejected by the Mongols. Huang Yi accepted him and simply asked him to come home to eat meat with Huang Dayong, Huang Dazhi and others, practice riding and shooting together, and learn Chinese pinyin together.
Chinese and Chinese characters are difficult to learn. In ancient times, before the advent of Chinese pinyin, the "straight cut method" and the "reverse cut method" were used to mark pronunciation.
This method is difficult to learn by yourself and must be taught by words and deeds.
Chinese Pinyin is a good thing that has been proven by history.
Of course Huang Yi must promote it in this era.
So I have to teach Huang Dayong a few words every day and try to spell them out in Chinese Pinyin.
He doesn't need to care about other people's accents. From now on, his language - New China Mandarin, will be the standard.
There is no paper or pen in the tribe, so they can only practice writing on the ground with sticks.
But Huang Yi's teaching is not just a hammer or a stick. What he teaches every day must be recorded in the notepad of his mobile phone.
Most of the teaching content I recall includes the content from my son’s elementary school years. Although it is not accurate, there is no wrong direction.
When the blacksmith Qi Dashan completed the ten crossbow arrows customized by Huang Yi and brought them to his son in person, he happened to see Huang Yi teaching Huang Dazhi some arithmetic.
He looked shocked!
His son Qi Xiaoshan is also about the same age as Huang Dayong, and he also wants his son to learn to settle accounts.
Huang Yi inspected the newly made crossbow arrows and felt that after careful correction with a file, the shooting accuracy would not be affected. He was overjoyed and praised: "Master Qi's craftsmanship is very good!"
"It's nothing. This is what our young ancestors did, and they also made a lot of muskets for the army!"
Huang Yi knew that the so-called bird guns were matchlock guns. The Ming army during the Zhu Yuanzhang period was equipped with a large number of fire guns, and matchlock guns began to appear in the Jiajing year.
Matchlock guns these days cannot be produced mechanically. They are all made by blacksmiths, so the quality varies.
Matchlock guns are no longer a rare item. The Ming army has a large number of equipment in its camps, so there is no shortage of blacksmiths who can make them.
However, due to the deterioration of the Ming Dynasty and corruption, craftsmen were deducted wages and iron materials, and the blunderbuss they made could easily explode.
As a result, the soldiers did not dare to load gunpowder according to the ration, so many cannons were just fired to deceive the superiors, and had basically no lethality.
But Huang Yi was still interested when he learned that Qi Dashan could make muskets. He said:
"Really? Is everything okay with the guy who made the gun?"
"We are all people who eat, how dare we throw it away! But making a gun is not only time-consuming and labor-intensive, but also requires iron materials."
"I know that even if there is no gunpowder to make a gun, it will be in vain."
"That's the truth!"
In this era of the Ming Dynasty, there were probably thousands of blacksmiths capable of making muskets.
Even if he doesn't, as long as he is a blacksmith who can forge iron, he should be able to do it under Huang Yi's guidance and supervision. It is nothing more than spending more time and wasting more materials.
As long as the materials used are solid and the gunpowder loaded does not exceed the specified amount, the risk of the bird gun exploding the chamber can basically be avoided.
It’s just that the Ming Dynasty is rotten to the core. After all kinds of “drifts”, what will be left?
The final result is only the destruction of the country and the annihilation of the species!
Qi Dashan had made muskets before becoming a slave, which was good. Later, when he got the iron materials, Huang Yi could make several front-loading rifled guns based on the exploded diagram of the flintlock gun saved in his mobile phone.
This is a delicate job, and Huang Yi is going to do it himself. There is no need to think about mass production. It would be great to have a few shots that can achieve shooting accuracy.
The current conditions are not met, and it is too early to talk to Qi Dashan about making muskets.
Huang Yi said: "That's it! You can go back! Dayong, Dazhi, let's continue!"
But Qi Dashan didn't leave. He pulled his son to his knees and said, "I also want my son to be able to write and do calculations! Please make it happen."
"You want your children to follow me in literacy, arithmetic, and reading?"
"I beg the master to accept the dog!"
"No problem, but I need to find out first whether the child wants to be literate?" Huang Yi said and looked at Qi Xiaoshan.
This child was quite clever and immediately said loudly: "I think! Master, the young one must study hard."
"Then stay!"
Seeing that Huang Yi agreed to take Qi Xiaoshan, Qi Dashan was very grateful and said: "Thank you, sir. I still have some fine iron in my hand. I will send three more crossbow arrows tomorrow."
Forehead! It can be seen from this that the iron in Qi Dashan's hand is like cleavage, and there will always be some if you squeeze it.
Huang Han smiled and said: "Are you thinking of using three crossbow arrows as a bundle of repairs?"
"I don't know enough, but I really can't come up with anything decent."
"Haha, I don't want your Shu Xiu, but I do need crossbow arrows, the more the better.
Well, if you don't have the iron material in your hand, you will definitely have nothing to do. From now on, your child will eat at my place and practice literature and martial arts with Dazhi and Dayong. "
"Dong dong dong..." Qi Dashan and his son stopped talking, kowtowing like garlic.
Fixing crossbow arrows with a file is a delicate job, but it is not difficult for Huang Yi.
Because Huang Yi is an uncle, few people his age are only children. Three to five children is completely normal, and the seventh and eighth eldest children in the family are not an exception.
Those born in the 1970s have been free-range since childhood. No one is spoiled and has strong hands-on skills.
In addition, Huang Yi once worked as a repairman and electrician, studied mechanical drawing, and likes to repair things by himself. It is no exaggeration to describe him as ingenious.
Later, when he became a leader, he did less work on his own, but participated in product design demonstrations more often. Huang Yi could also give his opinions on whether there were deficiencies in the product design drawings.
It only takes time and is not difficult to modify the crossbow arrows made of refined iron with files so that they are indistinguishable from the original crossbow arrows.
During this period, Karitu and Geereng had been leading the knights to search nearby tribes, and Hedanbaatar also personally participated in the searches twice.
It's not that other tribes haven't been found, it's that they haven't found any weaklings that can be annexed.
