Sky Curtain: My Happy Daily Life Exposed by Xiao Sizi

Chapter 76 I met the ancestor!

With a "click," Lu Chen unlocked the suitcase. The moment he lifted the lid, the candlelight in the hall was forced back by a silvery-gray metallic sheen—the materials and craftsmanship of the items inside far exceeded the Tang people's understanding.

Li Tai swiftly grabbed a black, plate-like object: "This thing is very light! Could it be a thin sheet of black iron?"

"This is a solar-powered power bank." Lu Chen took it and pointed the panel at the palace lantern. "It can store light energy to power the tablet."

As soon as he finished speaking, the indicator light on the edge of the power bank suddenly lit up with a faint blue light.

"The light—the light has been eaten?!" Cheng Yaojin was shocked and stumbled backward, knocking over the candlestick behind him.

Wei Zheng strode forward, his fingers trembling as he pointed at the blue light: "The Huainanzi says that fire is obtained by using a yangsui (a type of fire-making device), but this thing can actually imprison the light of heaven?!"

"Young Master Lu, this is a method that defies the heavens!"

Empress Zhangsun picked up a half-empty bottle of mineral water, feeling its cool touch on her fingertips: "Its clarity surpasses glass, its suppleness unlike jade—this kind of vessel is actually used to hold water?"

"This is a plastic bottle; it's stain- and corrosion-resistant." Lu Chen unscrewed the cap and poured water into the glass cup.

Li Shimin stared at the swaying reflection of the lamp in the water, then suddenly asked sharply, "Where does this water come from? Could it be the celestial dew from the Jade Pool?"

Lu Chen smiled wryly: "Uncle, this is just our ordinary drinking water—"

"Daily drinking water? So clear~~" Empress Zhangsun's eyes lit up.

Little Sizi pulled out a pack of wet wipes, expertly tore it open, and handed it to Empress Zhangsun: "Mother, wipe your hands! They smell so good!"

As the plain white wet wipes unfolded, they released a refreshing lemon scent. Consort Wei couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Silk soaked in medicinal liquid doesn't rot or mold?!"

Lu Chen pulled out a towel to wipe the oil stains on the table, revealing the wood grain: "This towel contains antibacterial ingredients, so it can clean things and hands."

"Sterilize?" The imperial physician suddenly stood up. "Is it something to dispel pestilence? Please grant me a prescription!"

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Just as Xiao Wu Lu Chen was about to explain the principle of sterilization, the Imperial Physician had already knelt on the ground, his withered fingers tightly gripping the remaining wet wipe: "Young Master Lu! If we obtain this holy medicine for curing plague, the epidemic in Chang'an can be quelled!" The pure white fibers curled and deformed in his palm, and the scent of lemon mixed with sweat rose up.

"This... if it's for treating an epidemic, we have special medicines there. These wipes are mainly for wiping the surface of objects."

"A special medicine?" The imperial physician's mind went blank. "Please, young master, bestow this medicine! Even just one dose would be enough, allowing us to study the formula. Currently, the epidemic is raging in the northern suburbs of Chang'an! We cannot allow it to spread further!"

"Your Excellency, I have no problem bringing medicine to the Tang Dynasty. However, some modern medicines are Western medicines that the Tang Dynasty cannot produce. I will explain this to everyone in detail later."

"Good, good, Lu Xiaolang, it's good that you have something to ask for. After you finish your meal, you can discuss this matter with the imperial physician. Come on, everyone, let's drink!" Before Li Shimin finished speaking, Cheng Yaojin had already unscrewed half a bottle of water and tilted his head back to gulp it down.

"Cheng Zhijie!" Wei Zheng roared, but before he could finish, the black-faced general's eyes widened and he spat out a mouthful of water: "Ice! It's colder than an ice cellar!" The splashing water droplets drew rainbows in the candlelight, and deep stains instantly appeared on Consort Wei's silk shawl.

Empress Zhangsun rose gracefully. She stroked Cheng Yaojin's damp beard with her fingertips, picking up a single, unmelted ice crystal: "How did water freeze into ice in the sweltering heat of June—how was that possible?"

"We have a refrigerator."

"Refrigerator? Is a refrigerator specifically for making ice?" Empress Zhangsun asked, even more curious.

"It's for making air conditioning. The air conditioning is constantly circulating in a box and is powered by electricity."

"Yeah! Everything in Guoguo's house is electric!" Xiao Sizi said while eating dry noodles, looking at everyone.

"Young master, come, let's eat and talk. What is that electricity...?" Li Shimin asked politely as he led the way.

Boom! Outside the sky, chaos erupted again.

"The Tang Dynasty is blessed!"

"Even epidemics have miraculous cures!"

"We also need a lot of modern supplies!"

"I really hope to meet the young master. My Great Qin needs him," Ying Zheng murmured.

"When will my young master arrive in the Han Dynasty? This is giving me a headache..." Cao Cao rubbed his forehead, becoming increasingly anxious.

Zhu Yuanzhang gazed longingly at the sky, his heart itching with envy and jealousy: "Li Shimin, you're so lucky!"

Meanwhile, in the Tang Dynasty, people were enjoying a joyous feast.

"Brother, this is fish sashimi..." Little Sizi became the host this time, trying his best to introduce this and that to Lu Chen.

"Young master, please eat more," Empress Zhangsun said with a smile.

Lu Chen felt a warm feeling in his heart.

"Young nephew Lu, try this and see how well the roast goose from the Great Tang Dynasty is made!" Cheng Yaojin said in a familiar manner.

"Thank you, Aunt Changsun. Thank you, Uncle Cheng."

"Young master, eat more!" Li Yuan shouted from the other side.

"Young man, don't be so polite!"

"Young master, eat and drink well!"

One by one, the senior officials and concubines offered their heartfelt advice, which flattered Lu Chen. He could only nod repeatedly while eating, saying, "Thank you, thank you everyone..."

"Brother, I'm thirsty! I want a drink~~" Little Sizi held a "Snow Child" (fried frog) leg in her hand, her little mouth covered with golden oil residue.

"Oh no, brother didn't bring any. Shall we drink some bottled water first?"

"Okay~~" Little Sizi picked up a big bottle.

"Hey! Sizi! Pour it into a cup! Give Uncle Cheng a cup too!" Cheng Yaojin quickly picked up the cup.

"That Yao Jin," Qin Qiong shook his head from the side.

"Shameless old man, fighting with a child for water." Yuchi Gong glanced coldly at Cheng Yaojin and said in a low voice.

"Hey, you charcoal head, what are you talking about? Want me to pour you a cup too?" Cheng Yaojin happily raised his cup.

"No need, let's leave it for the little princess." Yuchi Gong picked up his cup.

"Come on, everyone, let's drink this cup! Young man, you, drink tea instead of wine... ding ding ding!"

The bronze bells outside the palace rang out in succession, and a palace attendant stumbled in, his robes billowing in the cold wind: "Your Majesty! Urgent report from the North Gate! An epidemic has broken out in the northern suburbs—the infected have broken through the quarantine fence and are heading towards Zhuque Avenue!"

Li Shimin slammed the gilded wine cup he was gripping onto the table with a clang, spilling the amber wine onto the remaining wet wipes.

The imperial physician's face turned deathly pale, his withered hands trembling: "It's over—if those infected enter the city, the million people of Chang'an will be doomed—"

Cheng Yaojin jumped to his feet, the clatter of his Xuanjia armor making the candlestick sway slightly: "I'll lead the Xuanjia Army to block the gates! Anyone who dares to break through will be rejected!" Lu Chen suddenly spoke, his fingertips tapping crisply on a mineral water bottle, "The epidemic spreads through droplets; forcibly blocking it will only spread panic. I have masks here; give them to those who have been in contact with infected people!"

He bent down and pulled out a stack of blue and white face masks from the bottom of his suitcase, tearing open the packaging and shaking them out: "Wear these over your mouth and nose, they can block saliva."

Empress Zhangsun was the first to take it, her delicate hand holding the earring: "Such a thin and light thing, how can it prevent plague?" She put it on as Lu Chen demonstrated, the soft non-woven fabric against her cheek, the lemon scent mixed with the refreshing disinfectant filling her nostrils.

"Even the Empress is wearing one, let's try it too!" Cheng Yaojin snatched the mask and shoved it onto his face, but he pressed the nose bridge strip into a crooked arc, making Little Sizi giggle: "Uncle Cheng is wearing it backwards! The blue side should face outwards!"

Li Shimin took the mask from Lu Chen, his fingertips tracing the metal strip on the bridge of his nose: "This thing—is it also made of plastic?"

"The outer layer is waterproof non-woven fabric, and the middle layer is meltblown fabric, which can filter germs." Lu Chen spoke very quickly. "Imperial Physician, please take some masks to the epidemic area and have everyone wear them. Also, wipe down items that patients have touched with wet wipes—it won't cure the disease, but it can slow down the spread!"

The Imperial Physician was overjoyed, stuffing the mask into his robes and clutching the tattered wet wipe tightly: "This old minister will go immediately! If the epidemic can be stabilized, Young Master Lu will be a benefactor of the Tang Dynasty!" With that, he bowed and retreated hastily, nearly tripping as the hem of his robe swept across the threshold.

Cheng Yaojin, already wearing a mask, shouted in a deep voice, "Your Majesty! This humble general is leading the Xuanjia Army to escort the Imperial Physician! Who dares to disobey orders?" "Wait," Lu Chen called out to him, pulling a silver metal can from his suitcase. "This is alcohol spray; it can kill germs when sprayed on your hands."

You should spray this before and after contact with people infected with the virus.

The moment the nozzle of the metal can was pressed, a fine white mist, carrying the pungent smell of alcohol, dispersed. Wei Zheng leaned forward and sniffed it, his brows furrowing: "This mist actually has a disinfecting effect? ​​It's even more pungent than boiled mugwort water."

"This is 75% medical alcohol, which can denature viral proteins," Lu Chen explained simply, then handed Cheng Yaojin a few packs of wet wipes. "If anyone has a fever, have them wear a mask and isolate themselves, and avoid gathering in groups."

Li Shimin watched Lu Chen's busy figure, a complex light flashing in his eyes—this boy from the "future" was able to produce an item that could suppress the epidemic in an instant.

He suddenly recalled Ying Zheng's whisper from outside the canopy, and a thought struck him: "Young Master Lu, the Western medicine you mentioned," could it truly cure the epidemic?

Lu Chen stopped what he was doing, his fingertips tracing the worn marks on the suitcase: "Uncle, if the epidemic is really the flu or pneumonia, antibiotics or antiviral drugs can work. But the Tang Dynasty doesn't have a production line to produce them. I only have a limited amount of medicine with me—however, we can teach you how to disinfect."

"Use venom, build isolation wards, and control the epidemic first."

The words had barely left his lips when the sound of hurried hooves came from outside the hall. A eunuch rushed in again: "Your Majesty! A group of plague victims are kneeling outside the city gates, saying—"

They said they wanted to see "the young gentleman who can bestow divine water!"

Lu Chen was taken aback, imagining the scene outside the palace in the night, at the city gate at the end of Zhuque Street, where people were kneeling indistinctly, some holding broken bowls, some coughing and pounding their chests.

Cheng Yaojin grabbed his long spear: "Your Majesty! This humble general will go and disperse them!" "No!" Lu Chen pressed down on his arm, took a deep breath, and said, "I'll go see them."

Li Shimin grabbed his wrist: "Too dangerous! The people suffering from the epidemic are carrying pestilential air." "I'm wearing a mask and sprayed with alcohol, it's fine." Lu Chen broke free from his hand, grabbed the remaining mask and alcohol spray, "They trust me, I'll go and say a few words, it'll be more effective than the army."

Empress Zhangsun stepped forward and straightened his robes, her fingertips feeling slightly cool to the touch: "Be careful."

"Brother, I'm coming too!" Little Sizi smacked his chopsticks.

"Sizi, don't go. Your brother will bring you a drink when he comes back."

"Mmm~~ Hurry up and fatten me up, little guy~~" The little guy puffed out his round belly and waved his little hands like a clumsy little penguin.

"it is good."

Lu Chen nodded, grabbed his backpack, turned around, and strode out of the palace gate.

"Young master! I'll take you on horseback!" Qin Qiong unleashed his warrior spirit, "Ahem!"

Qin Qiong suddenly coughed.

"Uncle Qin, are you alright?" Lu Chen asked with some concern.

"It's nothing, just a minor ailment," Qin Qiong patted his chest.

"Yes, Duke Yi, you'd better not go." Li Shimin was also somewhat worried.

"Your Majesty, I am able to withstand it." Qin Qiong certainly did not want to back down.

"Okay, Uncle Qin, please put on your mask, take me to the city gate, and then hurry home through another city gate."

"Okay." Qin Qiong nodded.

Under the moonlight, Lu Chen walked out of the city gate.

Outside the city gate, the plague victims fell silent when they saw the strangely dressed boy approaching.

Someone cried out hoarsely, "Young master! Please grant me the magic water! My child is dying!" Lu Chen squatted down and handed the mask to the old woman at the front: "This isn't magic water, but it can help protect you from the plague. Wear it, and don't get too close."

He unscrewed the mineral water bottle, poured out some clean water, and handed it over, saying, "This water is clean; give it to the child to drink."

The old woman took the water bottle, her fingertips trembling as she touched its cold surface. Tears suddenly streamed down her face: "Young man—you were sent from heaven to save me!"

"Is it for them?"

Lu Chen shook his head, opened the alcohol spray, and sprayed it on his hands: "I come from the future, where there are no epidemics. I'll teach you how to prevent and treat them, and the Tang Dynasty will become like that in the future."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

The people living in the epidemic looked at each other; some carefully put on masks, while others took wet wipes to wipe their children's hands.

Cheng Yaojin, with his Xuanjia Army standing guard to the side, watched this scene, his thick eyebrows furrowing into knots: "This kid—is more effective than my spear."

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Inside the palace, Li Shimin stood by the window, looking at the scene below the city gate, and suddenly said to Wei Zheng behind him, "Xuancheng, tell me—what will the future Tang Dynasty be like?"

Wei Zheng gazed at Lu Chen's retreating figure, stroking his beard as he slowly said, "I do not know. But I do know that what this young man brought was not just material possessions, but—hope."

Beyond the celestial canopy, Ying Zheng's voice rang out again, tinged with a barely perceptible hint of envy: "If only I had such a person back then—"

Ming dynasty.

Zhu Yuanzhang interrupted with a loud shout: "Hey, hey, hey! Leave me a bottle of that alcohol spray! My harem needs disinfection too!"

"Chongba, what's the rush? The young master can't hear you." Empress Ma smiled, bathed in moonlight.

"Sister! This is a godsend! It's free!" Zhu Yuanzhang exclaimed anxiously.

Here.

Bian Que looked up at the sky: "A miraculous elixir! If modern medicines could come to the Han Dynasty, I would definitely study them thoroughly!"

Under the lamplight, Lu Chen was demonstrating to the people affected by the epidemic how to wear masks correctly.

"Lu Chen!" A soft shout echoed through the night sky.

Everyone looked toward the city gate.

A young medical officer was seen hurrying towards them, carrying a medicine chest on his back.

Lu Chen's heart skipped a beat. This person, addressing me like that, could he be my ancestor? My ancestor from a thousand years ago, so he was actually a young man. How could I have forgotten him?

"Wait a minute!" Lu Chen quickly sprayed himself with alcohol, patted his hands with alcohol, and then took out a new mask.

"Excuse me, are you a member of the Lu family?"