My house's electrical wiring dates back to the Tang Dynasty.

"Shubao, is that you?" Li Shiji turned around and looked Qin Shubao up and down.

"If it's not a certain person, could it be a ghost?" Qin Shubao also saw the shocked expression in his old friend's eyes.

In just over three months, he became a completely different person; anyone would be confused in his shoes.

"You, how could you, not..." Li Shiji didn't know how to say it.

"Let's not talk about that. I've come today to ask for your help with something."

Qin Shubao then explained the purpose of his visit.

You could have just asked anyone.

However, since Li Mingbo was his savior, he naturally sought out the most trustworthy person, and Li Shiji, this old Taoist priest, was also exceptional in this regard.

Upon hearing this, Li Shiji thought, "What's so difficult about that?" So he began to deduce that the date would be August 14th, five days later, which was an auspicious day.

When old comrades get together, chatting is an inevitable part of the gathering.

Li Shiji inquired about Qin Shubao's health, wanting to know how he was treated and which expert he had consulted.

"Could it be the legendary physician Sun Simiao?"

In the Tang Dynasty at that time, the only doctor one could think of with the ability to bring the dead back to life was Sun Simiao.

"No." Qin Shubao shook his head, then looked at Li Shiji with a solemn expression and said seriously in a warning tone, "Maogong, curiosity killed the cat. Don't inquire about this matter anymore. It won't do you any good, and it might even bring you death."

"Thank you for reminding me, Uncle Qin!" Li Shiji knew Qin Shubao too well. There was only one person in the world who could make Qin Shubao so afraid.

Given my friendship with Shubao, if he were a doctor, he wouldn't have kept it from me.

There is only one person who terrifies him so much.

They are all intelligent people; some things can only be understood intuitively and cannot be explained in words.

Li Shiji was happy to see his old comrade-in-arms recover.

They wanted to invite Qin Shubao to stay for drinks and a meal, but Qin Shubao refused, saying that he would quit drinking from now on.

After leaving Puningfang and returning home, Qin Shubao sent his steward to Yongchangfang to tell Li Mingbo what was going on.

Yongchangfang, north of the west gate, Li Mansion.

"Take this salt back. This is salt specially used by the Duke of Yi. Use only a small amount." Li Mingbo handed the old steward a jar of iodized salt.

This is iodized salt that Li Mingbo brought from modern times; it's as fine as snow.

Upon hearing that it was for Ah Lang's personal use, the old butler carefully held it in his arms and thanked him repeatedly.

"To put it another way, this jar of salt is equivalent to ten or even a hundred times the amount of refined salt," Li Mingbo reminded him.

"Thank you, Mr. Li." Upon hearing this, the old steward felt even more precious about the things in his arms.

On this hot day, Li Mingbo also made some mung bean popsicles.

Now that we have refrigerators and modern ice troughs, plus white sugar, it's easy to make.

Li Mingbo also picked up eight more, put them in a sealed jar, handed it to the old butler, and urged, "Hurry back, or the ice will melt."

After seeing off the Qin family steward, Li Mingbo returned to the courtyard.

Five days is not a short time.

The next day, Li Mingbo asked his steward to find two bricklayers and buy some blue bricks.

As for its use, Li Mingbo did not say.

Soon, two bricklayers arrived and, under Li Mingbo's guidance, built a "small hut" outside the kitchen.

Then have the steward go and buy some jujube wood.

Then he handed the butler a list of medicinal herbs.

"Go to the pharmacy and see if they have these things. Buy the quantities listed here and have them grind them into powder."

After instructing the steward, Li Shimin returned to his study.

Summon the maid, Meihua.

Meihua came from a prestigious family, was skilled in poetry, and was an educated young woman.

She has beautiful handwriting.

Li Mingbo read aloud to Meihua a report he had written in simplified Chinese characters about the establishment of the field hospital. Meihua then wrote it down as a memorial in the Tang Dynasty format.

Regarding the location of the hospital, the choice was made in an area with many military camps, and ultimately it was chosen to be in the Xingdao and Wuben neighborhoods.

The specific location was to be found by Li Shimin.

The personnel consist of:

1. Two acupuncturists specializing in acupuncture from the Imperial Medical Academy, plus several acupuncture students (after passing the examination).

The Imperial Medical Academy's acupuncture department had one doctor of acupuncture, under whom were acupuncturists, acupuncturists, and students called acupuncture students.

2. An orthopedic surgeon, one massage therapist, and three massage workers are required.

In the Tang Dynasty, orthopedics was classified under massage within the Imperial Medical Bureau. The Imperial Medical Bureau had one massage doctor, a rank of the lowest ninth grade. There were four massage therapists and sixteen massage workers.

The massage doctor has massage therapists and massage assistants working under him to help teach massage students.

Third, nurses. They were selected from the inner palace for their beauty, dexterity, diligence, and especially for outstanding female workers.

Acupuncturists are essentially equivalent to surgeons, responsible for anesthesia and surgical suturing.

Massage therapists are responsible for treating sprains, bruises, and especially fractures.

Nurses are responsible for daily care, such as changing dressings for patients.

This hospital was established specifically to treat the soldiers and was not open to the public.

Li Mingbo has always held the soldiers who fought for the country in high esteem.

Those soldiers who fought and were wounded for the nation were all treated in field hospitals.

There aren't many qualified physicians, and Li Mingbo is afraid he'll ask for too many, which will cause resentment from the Imperial Medical Academy.

take it easy.

First, establish the organization, then let them train apprentices.

After writing the memorial, Li Mingbo put it away, intending to submit it to the emperor at court the next morning.

Next, it's time to make dinner.

This was the only thing Li Mingbo could do in the Tang Dynasty.

Upon entering the kitchen, I saw Chrysanthemum cleaning it.

The kitchen has now been built according to Li Mingbo's requirements, and there is a dedicated stove for the non-stick pans used for stir-frying.

Li Mingbo cooks dinner every day; the others don't know how to cook stir-fries.

Seeing that Juhua was interested in cooking, Li Mingbo intentionally taught the girl a few things.

It was mostly vegetables and pork belly.

Wash the vegetables, crush the garlic, and get ready.

Heat peanut oil in a wok, add garlic and sauté until fragrant, then add the greens and stir-fry over high heat until just cooked through.

Cut the pork belly into bite-sized pieces, blanch it in boiling water to remove the blood and gamey smell, then add boiling water, bay leaves, dried tangerine peel, star anise, rock sugar, light soy sauce, and a small amount of dark soy sauce for color, and cook over high heat.

Every time he cooked, he would cook for the whole family, including Wang Chao, Ma Han, and the other three of his retainers.

Li Mingbo is from the South, and his meal is rice.

Just as Li Mingbo's family was preparing dinner, at the Yiguogong Mansion in Taipingfang.

The housekeeper handed over the iodized salt and popsicles that Li Mingbo had given him to Qin Shubao.

Qin Shubao handed over the management of the iodized salt to his wife, Sun.

He picked up the eight popsicles himself.

The popsicles are made with willow branches, they're sweet, and more importantly, they're icy cold. In the sweltering heat of August and September, something like that is priceless.

Qin Shubao took a bite, and a wave of icy sensation rushed from his mouth straight to his brain.

"Send this to Huaidao and his wife." Qin Shubao ate one and then instructed the steward to send it to his eldest son and wife.

That evening, Li Mingbo prepared to take a bath, holding five sticks in his hand.

"Everyone come over and have a cigarette. The shortest one goes to take a bath with me," Li Mingbo said with a smile.

Four maids and Lotus walked over with shy expressions.

The four maids and Lotus were all tall and beautiful.

Especially the lotus. People who practice martial arts are already tall, and with the addition of martial arts training, their figures are beyond description.

Every night, Li Mingbo would have everyone draw lots, and the person who drew the shortest number would go take a shower with him.

What the hell was the point of me going through all this trouble to come to the Tang Dynasty?

Isn't it all about making yourself feel better, improving your quality of life, and increasing your happiness index?

Unexpectedly, 17-year-old Chrysanthemum came out on top.

"The world has lost another girl." Li Mingbo stood up with a smile. "Chrysanthemum, get ready to serve." Li Mingbo emphasized the word "serve".

"Yes, my lord." Chrysanthemum blushed, lowered her head, and walked towards the kitchen.

"Sigh," Zhu'er sighed, "when will it be my turn?"

"Zhu'er is getting impatient. You can serve the young master together with Orchid Sister. The young master didn't say that only one person is allowed. I think the young master would be very willing," Lotus said with a smile.

"Master, are you telling the truth?" Zhu'er asked after hearing her master say that.

"Of course, I know my husband best," Lotus said.

"Thank you, Master. I will go then."

"Go ahead," Lotus said with a smile.