Daqin: White porridge and pickled mustard tuber, I became the national teacher

Chapter 219 Daqin Edition of Xinhua Dictionary.

Even without internet, you can still upload.

Plus the space on her phone, it was already big enough.

It’s a full 256G.

Qi Pan turned on his phone and found a "Xinhua Dictionary" from the files.

I gave a brief explanation of the "Xinhua Dictionary" and Ying Zheng.

Qi Pan: "Brother, let's copy down this Xinhua Dictionary first."

"I'll read and you write."

Ying Zheng: "Okay, thank you for your hard work sir."

Xia Lin helped grind the ink and passed the paper.

Then he handed the paper written by Ying Zheng to other ministers.

Ministers, doctors and military doctors gathered in groups of three or four.

They all took out paper and pen and copied it.

Mark the copied papers in order and put them aside.

I hope there is no good way to translate these medical books.

There is only one dumbest way, which she thinks is the simplest one.

That is to copy the "Xinhua Dictionary" using the small seal script of the Qin Dynasty.

Then he would take the copied paper and translate the medical book word by word.

It is equivalent to them making a rough version of the Xinhua Dictionary in Daqin small seal script.

With this dictionary and so many people translating together.

It's better than hoping to read the medical book word by word by yourself.

Then the others took paper and pen and copied it word for word.

I really want Qi Pan to read all these medical books by himself.

Then she doesn't even need her voice anymore.

Not only is it time-consuming and laborious, but the efficiency is also low.

Moreover, she may not recognize many of the obscure words and phrases in medical books.

Let’s get the dictionary out first.

Fusu and Ying Yinman were not idle either.

I also helped with paper and pen to translate medical books.

Ying Yinman was interested in medical books, so she worked even harder when she was busy.

It was three days later when the Daqin version of the dictionary was finally produced.

Ying Zheng, Feng Quji, the ministers, doctors and military doctors had no time to be amazed.

He immediately started translating medical books.

In recent days, all the ministers in the court have felt strange.

A few days ago, His Majesty suddenly sent someone to inform them that the court was temporarily suspended and let them do what they needed to do.

Without His Majesty's decree, they dared not disturb him rashly.

But there are still some people who secretly inquire about it.

But after asking around, I didn't get any useful information.

But some of my colleagues around me would disappear from time to time.

I went to his house to look for it, but the people there couldn't explain it either.

Just say that the person is not there, it's okay, don't worry.

This made many people worried for a while.

I finally caught someone who disappeared for a few days and suddenly came back.

After asking for a long time, I couldn't get a single answer.

Just say, you will know when you should know, don't ask so many questions.

Then he turned and walked away with a mysterious look on his face.

That person was left standing there scratching his head, unable to figure out what he was doing.

.........

Ten days later.

Qi Pan slumped in the chair with lifeless eyes.

There was a circle of dark circles under her eyes.

A look of despair.

His hair is still messy.

"call........"

"I'm so tired. It's not easy..."

Ying Zheng, who was standing next to him, heard Qi Pan's words and put down the brush in his hand at the right time.

After rubbing his wrist, he poured a cup of tea for Qi Pan.

Ying Zheng had a gentle smile on his face.

There was also a hint of fatigue on that resolute and handsome face.

Ying Zheng: "Sir, please drink some tea to moisten your mouth first."

"I've worked so hard for you these days. I've put so much pressure on you."

Qi Pan reached out for the teacup and took a big gulp.

Qi Pan: "It's a bit hard, but it's worth it."

"After these two busy days, I have to give myself a good vacation and have a good rest."

"It just so happens that the corn at the inn is ready to be harvested."

"Then I'll break corn cobs for a couple of days, then do some labor to loosen up my muscles and bones, and just relax."

Ying Zheng: "Okay, I'll go with you in two days."

Fusu: "Master, Father, please don't forget to bring me with you."

Ying Zheng: "Don't worry, I won't forget it."

Ying Yinman was still working at her desk translating a medical book.

She seemed to have found her purpose in life, and now had more important things to do than going to the inn to pick corn.

Ying Yinman: "Father, Imperial Master, I won't go."

"I think translating medical books is more important to me, so you guys go ahead."

Ying Yinman took the time to look up and said these two sentences.

Before I saw these medical books, I saw corn for the first time at the inn.

She became curious about corn.

I became very interested in the high-yield grain mentioned by the national teacher.

I really want to see with my own eyes what the corn harvest looks like.

Only then did she speak up and wanted to follow her father and the imperial teacher to harvest corn.

But things are different now.

Yu Mai is taken care of by her father the Emperor and the Imperial Preceptor.

The food problem of the Qin Dynasty was something that they and the ministers in the court had to worry about, so she had no need to worry.

She could follow the head of the hospital, Xia Wuqie, to learn medicine and establish a women's medical school with peace of mind.

This is something that is particularly meaningful to her.

Ying Zheng: "Okay, since you want to translate medical books, then continue to do what you want to do."

A smile appeared on Ying Yinman's face.

Although her pretty face looked tired, she was full of energy.

After Ying Yinman thanked Ying Zheng, she nodded to Qi Pan.

Then he continued to bend over the desk, translating medical books.

Although the other ministers in the hall were all exhausted, they were in particularly good spirits.

These are all medical books.

It is a rare medical classic.

It was the gentleman who brought it out.

Something like this must be a treasure.

They were lucky enough to see it with their own eyes and also participate in the translation.

This is already a great honor for them.

Where do you feel tired?

Not to mention being tired, even if you asked them to continue translating for three days and three nights, they wouldn't say a word.

The doctors led by Xia Wuqi and a group of military doctors also gathered together.

Sometimes they would get into heated discussions over a few sentences in medical books.

Sometimes they were silent, with their heads down, translating medical books.

The way they stared at the medical books was particularly passionate.

Now the translation work of all medical books is about to reach the final stage.

Ying Zheng brought several ministers to organize the contents of the translated medical books.

All the papers filled with writing are placed in the marked order.

Then the dexterous palace maids would sew the folded papers together with needle and thread.

All of them are sewn into books.

The thicker ones are divided into three volumes: upper, middle and lower.

When Ying Zheng finished his work, he turned around and found Qi Pan had fallen asleep on the table.

Qi Pan rested his arms on the table and rested his head on his arms.

The breathing was even and a little heavy.

It means that you are really tired.

Ying Zheng signaled to everyone to slow down their movements and speak more quietly.

All the ministers, doctors, military doctors, Fusu, Ying Yinman and others nodded silently.

Then they tacitly slowed down their movements, tried not to speak, and communicated through gestures.

Those who really couldn't communicate would just huddle together and whisper.