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nTranslator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

nKouzhejiao Chifan: “I am so bored. Why isn’t there even a robber around?”

nLaosiji Lianmeng: “Even though I also feel that the livestream has been boring recently, the robbers––if they had brains at all––would not seek death, okay? Money is enticing to man’s heart, but one needs life to enjoy it… Plus, the streamer is basically the personification of a killer weapon. Moreover, the other 5,000 soldiers are not just for show––each of them is donned in armor and holds a spear. Small groups of robbers would not dare to take action.”

nBiantiaoti Fayan: “#coversface. As a newbie in the live streaming room, I feel that watching the streamer record first aid incidents isn’t boring. I feel such simple live streaming content is not bad. I hope the streamer can advance all this first aid knowledge in that dimension, speeding up the creation of a noble occupation such as nursing. That would raise the prevalent weak status that women had in society.”

nThe travel time from Hejian to Shangjing was long.

nThere were 5,000 soldiers guarding the carriages, so the robbers did not dare to approach them. Jiang Pengji was free from worry.

nSince there was nothing to do, she brought forward the schedule for first aid knowledge during wartime. She recorded it all in detail, slowly filling hundreds of pages.

nTaxue helped Jiang Pengji grind the ink. It carried on for days, but her curiosity could not be contained. “I have watched you be cooped up in the carriage recording this information for days. May I know what the writing is for?” she finally asked one day.

nJiang Pengji copied another page responsibly and examined it in great detail. She ensured that there were no mistakes, then used the heater to dry the ink.

n“Nothing much. It’s just some simple medical information.” Jiang Pengji simultaneously dried the paper then placed it in her armor. She took out a new piece of paper and placed it on the table. The horse carriage was moving on an uneven road, but that did not influence her neat writing.

nAs Taxue was grinding the ink, she laughed. “Qihuang medical techniques? When did you start having interest in such unorthodox methods?”

nJiang Pengji said, “Medical skills are for healing lives. A better understanding will come in handy during unexpected times. This, to me, is orthodox.”

nOnce she explained herself, Taxue was not interested anymore.

nThe Langjun of her house was truly very intelligent. He had a strong ability to learn, but how could one digest Qihuang medical techniques so easily? If she were to begin research on such practices––dedicating three to five years to learning the techniques––she would only reach an entry level standard.

nTime flew as Jiang Pengji immersed herself in copying the book.

nThe moon rose silently outside, people scurried on the road, and one after another they started the fire and cooked rice.

nTaxue used her hands to cover her lips. She yawned, the sides of her eyes filling with tears.

nJiang Pengji saw and said pitifully, “If you are tired, go rest. You don’t have to serve me.”

nTaxue tried hard to stay awake and said, “How can this be? If I rest, who will help you grind the ink?”

nJiang Pengji smiled cunningly. “Don’t forget––I do have a servant. The job of grinding ink is his. Ask him to cover your duties.”

nXu Ke, who was outside, sneezed.

nTaxue was not unreasonable. She was indeed very tired; she had almost fallen asleep while she was grinding the ink.

n“Then I will not refuse. I will go and ask Xu Ke Jun to come over.”

nJiang Pengji said, “Don’t forget to bring a box of ink sticks over. The ink stick has already been used, so it is probably not enough to copy everything tonight.”

n“Sure.”

nShortly after Taxue left, Xu Ke carried a box of ink sticks into the carriage. He separated the carriage curtains and saw Jiang Pengji, whom he had not seen for days.

nJust as he got in the carriage, he laughed and jokingly remarked, “I was feeling bored just now. Why have I not seen you in the last few days? I didn’t think that you would be in the carriage working and studying very hard.”

nHe clearly understood that Jiang Pengji had a personality that could not sit still. She would ride White around when she was free, and would seldom stay in the horse carriage. Recently, she had vanished; one could not see her shadows outside at all.

nJiang Pengji pointed to a slab of ink that had dried up. “Grind the ink.”

nXu Ke took out a pack of ink sticks and the carriage filled with the smell of ink. As he focused on grinding the ink, his eyes fell on the paper Jiang Pengji was using. “You are writing about…”

n“Some foundational first aid knowledge…” Jiang Pengji touched her forehead. Her hands continued copying, and did not stop for a moment. “I read about army strategies and discovered that when armies go to war, most do not die during battle, but afterwards because nobody can save them…”

nTaxue and Xu Ke asked the same question, but the answers Jiang Pengji gave were completely different. The latter was astute and caught something. He cupped one hand and said, “Please excuse me. Can I have a look at it?”

n“Have a look. ” Jiang Pengji pointed at the box at the side carelessly. There were hundreds of papers stacked into a thick layer.

nXu Ke examined them carefully. His brows were tensed from the start, but they relaxed as he read on. His eyes were filled with shock.

n“This––this…” Xu Ke spoke gibberish out of excitement. Most people did not have foresight and felt that Qihuang medical techniques were unorthodox, but he had foresight and understood why Jiang Pengji saw the importance of writing it all out. It would save many generals and soldiers in the future.

nHe bit the tip of his tongue, suppressed his excitement, and asked, “Was this compiled by you?”

nJiang Pengji shook her head and said, “No. Most of the information in there was copied from Master Wenfu, then compiled by me. I used layman’s term to write them out since not everyone can read. If it is too difficult to read, no one will understand.”

nWenfu referred to Cheng Wenfu, who was Premier Cheng. Premier Cheng and Jiang Pengji had made an agreement in the past: She would supply bamboo paper, and the other party would make a copy of his collection of books at home and give them to her.

nThree years had passed. Premier Cheng had only sent two thirds of his total books. Premier Cheng was not cunning or deceitful––he was not purposely delaying the progress of making copies of his books; instead, there were a massive number of books at home. The rate of copying could not be increased by his strength alone.

nJiang Pengji identified the source of this knowledge from Premier Cheng’s book collection. Xu Ke did not have any suspicions.

n“I intend to let the women learn first aid. Women are more meticulous than men, so they have an advantage at learning this.”

nXu Ke solemnly said, “Your plans are not bad. The women are unable to go to battle and kill the enemies, but they can save the lives of injured soldiers. They can achieve much as well. But… I am somewhat worried.”

n“What is there to worry about?”

nXu Ke said, “Medical knowledge is different from other kinds of knowledge. This concerns lives. If you insist for the women to learn first aid, you should ideally hire someone with good medical knowledge and skills to pass down their skills to them. If they teach themselves, I am worried that accidents may occur.”

nJiang Pengji nodded. “Your worries are valid. I have such plans. When we reach Shangjing, we will choose wisely.”

nIn the ancient times, the standard for medical skills was very low, but there was no lack of talent. If sought after, they could be found.

nTo impart first aid knowledge to the women did not require genius doctors; doctors with average medical skills could do the job just fine.

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