Chapter 382 They all believed that
if only Doctor Wei Yu could learn the technique
of vaccination, even if he worked himself to death, he wouldn't be able to take on many more. Therefore, we can still recruit a few more technicians for vaccination.
As for the core technology of vaccination, she had to discuss it with Doctor Wei Yu.
As usual, she did the talking, and Doctor Wei Yu did the brain and hands.
Done!
Thinking of this, Zhu Xuntao asked Qiuyue to prepare the four treasures of the study.
Qiuyue spread out the paper, ground the ink, and put the pen away before stepping aside.
Zhu Xuntao raised his chin and asked Xiao Miluo to sit in the writing position.
Xiao Miluo was as obedient as a primary school student who listened to the teacher. He sat down obediently, picked up the pen, dipped the ink, and waited for Zhu Xuntao to speak.
Zhu Xuntao opened her mouth and began to speak, and Xiao Miluo's little hands "rustled" down, recording all of Zhu Xuntao's words.
When Zhu Xuntao finished speaking, Xiao Miluo stopped writing: "Sister-in-law, I have written everything, please check and see if there are any problems."
Zhu Xuntao took it and looked at it, then couldn't help but praise Xiao Miluo: "Your handwriting is getting more and more beautiful, and your writing speed has also increased."
Qiuyue's mouth twitched.
Ever since the prince's wife was "bad" and pulled the young lady to work for her,
the prince's wife threw all the writing work to the young lady. Wouldn't the young lady's handwriting be more and more beautiful?
Qiuyue couldn't help but worry that when she was in the Zhu Mansion, there was no condition. Zhu Xuntao's handwriting could be beautiful but not praised. Qiuyue had no idea.
Now, in the Marquis's Mansion, with such good conditions, the four treasures of the study, and famous calligraphy,
as long as Zhu Xuntao asks, there is nothing to be found, but Zhu Xuntao's calligraphy still has not made any progress.
Thinking of the beautiful handwriting of other masters in the Marquis' Mansion, like that of calligraphers, Qiuyue sighed.
When the prince's wife gives birth to a little master,
when the little master grows up and learns to write, not to mention that the little master's handwriting will be better than that of the prince's wife...
Qiuyue had no idea that this matter was so mysterious, good things didn't work, and bad things worked like a thief.
Under the guidance of Xiao Jingzhan, a father who was both civil and military, his and Zhu Xuntao's children were naturally better than ordinary people.
Zhu Xuntao, who was not an authentic person of the Great Yong Dynasty, could not compare at all.
Of course, let's not talk about this for now.
Zhu Xuntao never thought that her poor handwriting would be surpassed by her little kid when he was five years old.
Now she has not received future lessons, so when faced with writing calligraphy,
she will try to avoid it if she can, and will never be lazy if she can.
But for Xiao Miluo, the sister-in-law she watched grow up, she still has a little brotherly love in her heart:
"Go to the mansion now and find a few people who can read and write, and copy the contents of this paper."
"There are a few doctors outside, so copy as many as you can."
"Wait, copy a few more copies, just in case."
"I understand, sister-in-law."
Xiao Miluo understood what Zhu Xuntao meant, and quickly called some people to help her copy.
When Zhu Xuntao saw the person coming, she was stunned for a moment, and then praised Xiao Miluo for being so "awesome".
She asked Xiao Miluo to look for someone among the servants in the mansion, but Xiao Miluo brought all the masters of the mansion.
Well, how could the master of the mansion be illiterate and unable to write?
Really, Xiao Miluo even pulled out the confined Xiao Jingshen to do coolie work.
"Sister-in-law, you don't have to be polite to us. It's just writing some words, a small favor, we can do it."
"Compared with what sister-in-law has done for all of us, our return is less than one ten-thousandth."