Three Kingdoms: Start by buying a governor.

He then rolled up his sleeves and threw himself back into "scientific research."

Cai Yan, who was helping out, asked softly, "Husband, aren't you tired from arranging so many things today?"

Liu Ce laughed and said, "I'm tired. But there are some things that must be done. This mess in Youzhou needs to be cleaned up as soon as possible. Otherwise, when winter comes, I don't know how many people will freeze or starve to death."

Zhang Ning handed him a glass of water: "My husband cares deeply for the people; this is a blessing for Youzhou."

As evening fell, the sun began to set.

Liu Ce, with his three wives in his arms, looked at his "technological achievement" and felt incredibly proud.

Salt is ready, wine is almost ready, paper is made but it still needs to be thinner, and printing technology is solved.

The border was guarded by Gongsun Zan and Zhang Liao, and the interior was patrolled by Xuanjia Iron Cavalry.

Government affairs were handled by advisors such as Fang Mou and Du Jue, Xun Yu and Guo Jia…

The business was handled by Shen Wansan and the Zhen family.

Military figures related to Zhang Zhao Lü, Qin Qiong, and Yuchi…

It's hard to imagine that Youzhou wouldn't be a good place!

Liu Ce muttered to himself, "Slacking off, that's the right work attitude."

Cai Yan asked curiously, "Husband, what does 'slacking off' mean?"

"It means... being lazy when you should be lazy, and working when you should be working."

Liu Ce explained seriously, "As a leader, I can't do everything myself. I have to trust my subordinates and delegate authority to them. As for me, I just need to grasp the overall direction, dabble in inventions, and spend time with my wife—that's enough."

Zhang Ning covered her mouth and laughed, "Husband, you're really good at 'slacking off'."

Ren Hongchang whispered, "I want to learn too..."

"Learn! Everyone should learn!"

Liu Ce laughed heartily, "Once Youzhou is stable, we'll laze around and enjoy life to the fullest every day!"

...

On the twelfth day of Liu Ce's invention.

He was squatting in the backyard, looking at a ceramic pot with a headache—he could never get the pulp consistency right. It was either too thin to peel off, or too thick and it would tear as soon as he peeled it off. How could he make thinner paper?

Cai Yan helped stir the liquid, her hands covered in grayish-white paste; Zhang Ning was tidying up the drying paper, and Ren Hongchang... Ren Hongchang was secretly tasting the newly brewed wine.

Without even looking up, Liu Ce knew who was causing trouble. "Hongchang! That wine needs to be distilled again; drinking it now will hurt your stomach!"

Ren Hongchang stuck out his tongue and put down the wine jar: "I'm just smelling it... It smells really good."

Zhengmei was about to try again when a sudden thought struck her.

"etc……"

He put it down, frowned in thought, and wondered, "Have I forgotten something?"

I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't remember.

He scratched his head and continued the experiment, but the more he did it, the more something seemed off.

A moment later, he suddenly slapped his thigh:

"Holy crap! Huang Xu!"

He remembered! He had promised Huang Zhong to treat his son's tuberculosis! But he got so busy that he completely forgot about it! So many days have passed!

Liu Ce quickly put down the wooden stick, stood up, and ran into the house, shouting, "Uncle Liu! Prepare the carriage! We're going to Huang Zhong's residence!"

Cai Yan, who was tidying up papers nearby, asked upon seeing this, "Where did my husband go?"

"Go to Huang Zhong's residence!"

Without turning his head, Liu Ce said, "I almost forgot about their son's illness!"

Zhang Ning and Ren Hongchang exchanged a glance and both smiled.

"My husband has such a bad memory..." Zhang Ning shook his head.

"I forget things when I'm busy."

Ren Hongchang whispered, "But General Huang's son... has tuberculosis, right? I heard it's very difficult to treat."

Cai Yan sighed, "I hope my husband really has a way."

Liu Ce quickly changed into clean clothes; he couldn't wear these filthy clothes stained with paper pulp to visit the patient.

He had his guards prepare a wooden box containing some modern medicines taken from the system space.

The carriage was quickly prepared, and Liu Ce jumped into it, saying to the driver, "Quick! To the Huang residence in the east city!"

In the eastern part of Zhuoxian County, Huang Zhong's residence was very simple, without even a gatekeeper.

Liu Ce, accompanied by two bodyguards carrying a wooden box, pushed open the door and went inside.

The courtyard was quiet, except for the suppressed coughing that came from the main house, one cough after another, which was heartbreaking to hear.

Huang Zhong came out of the house upon hearing the noise.

He wasn't wearing armor today, just a simple cloth outfit, his hair was a bit messy, and he had heavy eye bags, clearly indicating he hadn't slept well.

Upon seeing Liu Ce, he was taken aback for a moment, then quickly cupped his hands in greeting: "This humble general greets Your Excellency! Your Excellency is busy with official duties, how could you trouble yourself to come to my door in person..."

His voice was hoarse and tired.

When Liu Ce was asked this question, he became even more embarrassed. Busy with official duties? He had indeed been "busy" for the past ten days or so—busy with salt, wine, paper, printing... but he had forgotten about treating his illness.

But he was thick-skinned and said without changing his expression, "Hansheng, there's no need for such formalities. I've been thinking about Huang Xu's illness. I've taken the time to come and see him today."

He specifically emphasized "having free time" in an attempt to cover up his forgetfulness.

Huang Zhong's eyes immediately reddened: "My lord, you are busy with official duties, yet you still think of my son..."

"No matter how busy you are with official duties, no one's life is more important."

Liu Ce patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go in and take a look."

The two entered the main room.

The room smelled strongly of medicine, the windows were tightly closed, and the air was so stuffy that it was hard to breathe.

On the bed, Huang Xu lay with his face as white as paper and his lips purple, coughing while clutching his chest.

With each cough, his frail body trembled violently; it was a distressing sight.

Upon seeing Liu Ce enter, Huang Xu struggled to get up and bow.

"Lie still!"

Liu Ce quickly pressed him down, "Lie down properly, no need to bow."

He sat down on the edge of the couch, first touching Huang Xu's forehead; he had a slight fever, and then...

Typical symptoms of pulmonary tuberculosis.

Liu Ce understood.

This disease is not considered incurable in modern times, but in ancient times it could indeed be fatal.

"Open the box," he ordered his guards.

The guards opened the wooden crate they had brought.

Inside were the medicines Liu Ce had exchanged from the system space: several bottles of rifampin, isoniazid... and a bunch of sterile gauze and masks.

Huang Zhong leaned closer to look, his face blank: "My lord, what are these...?"

"medicine."

Liu Ce picked up a bottle, poured out some pills, and said, "These are specifically for treating tuberculosis. But the usage is very particular, so you have to listen carefully to what I have to say."

Huang Zhong's eyes lit up instantly, and he was about to kneel down when Liu Ce caught him.

"Don't kneel! Treating the sick and saving lives is a matter of course."

Liu Ce handed the pills to Huang Xu, along with a glass of water. "Here, take this. Remember, starting today, take the medication as prescribed every day. You absolutely cannot stop taking it; if you do, the condition will relapse and become even more difficult to treat."

Huang Xu obediently swallowed the pills and took a sip of water.

Strangely enough, his cough lessened shortly after taking the medicine. (Exaggerating a bit.)

Huang Zhong stared in disbelief: "This...this medicine works so quickly?"

Liu Ce explained vaguely, "This is a special medicine. I got it from merchants in the Western Regions."

He handed the remaining medicine bottles to Huang Zhong: "Keep these safe. Take the medicine according to the prescribed time and frequency. Remember it carefully. Taking the wrong medicine or taking too much can be dangerous."

Huang Zhong accepted the medicine bottle with both hands, as if it were his lifeblood, nodding repeatedly and saying, "I've got it! I've got it!"