A few days later, the inn outside Luoyang City.

The small post station was filled with scholars from Luoyang and even the surrounding prefectures and counties, with about a hundred people holding a handful of tickets the size of a handful were covered with the seal of the local postmaster.

That is the ticket just issued by the Ministry of Industry this year. With this ticket, you can take the four-wheeled carriage at the post station and use the railway to go to the destination station.

The post station is originally an official office, and is specifically responsible for the housing, food and military information transmission of passers-by. However, these are free, and the maintenance of post stations often requires a lot of money. It is difficult to support the funds provided by the local county government alone. Therefore, most of them receive officials for free and pedestrians for a fee.

It's probably equivalent to an inn!

The construction of a "railway" is a very expensive infrastructure. Even if the Tang Dynasty used inferior products as good ones, wrapped iron sheets with wooden rails and tiles to save iron, the money it consumed was quite amazing. The asphalt roads in later generations were said to have been paved with RMB, and the high-speed rail department has been deficits over the years.

However, visionary officials have long reported to the court to open railways for civil use, setting up stations in county towns where railway tracks pass by, selling house tickets, and collecting travel fees.

After all, in the eyes of the post station officials, selling tickets for a rail carriage is no different from renting post station horses. They are both generating income and using them to maintain the daily maintenance of the railway and collect taxes.

This sound could be seen everywhere in the crowd before waiting for the arrival of the four-wheeled carriage.

"Brother Shi Xiu, I left Zuiyun Tower in a hurry that day, but I didn't expect to meet my brother's platform here..."

"Where, where, I am just the last visit of my fellow villagers. It's not worth mentioning or worth mentioning. How can I compare to you, Yu Kun, and work as a food officer in Jinzou Academy in Xingrenfang."

"I dare not be a sensible person... The salary of the squatter is small, and he has to make a living. I have to quit. Brother Shi Xiu, you are going to Chang'an..."

"You heard it too? I saw the Dibao after placing my connection..."

Unlike those poor scholars gathered together to talk, Zhou Han hurried in the corner of the post station, revealing the broken paper-paste windows, he clearly saw the railway about five meters away from him.

At the bottom of the railway are wooden rails made of cork, mostly pine, and at the top are tiles that are placed inverted. The tiles are almost embedded on the wooden rails, and in the middle are filled with wheat bran or crushed wheat straw.

Although Zhou Han didn't understand the reason, according to his father, sitting in the carriage, he could hardly feel the pain in his butt, just like sleeping at home.

His father Zhou Shunzi's butt is made of iron. Even if he is walking in a ox cart on the gravel path, the guy can happily moan like a prostitute lying on the bed and spreading his legs.

He silently pulled out a bulging blue cloth from the box he was holding in his arms, wrapped in a few pieces of dry and hard white bread. He tore a small mouthful and put it in his mouth, then soaked it carefully with his saliva to experience the aroma of wheat, and then floated through the air, not knowing whether it was mutton, dog meat, or pork meat...

The neighing sounds of several horses crowing. Under the urging of the post station officials, Zhou Han grabbed the ticket full of sweat and boarded the carriage. The four-wheeled carriage was indeed very fast, which made him feel a little cold. He tightened his clothes and hugged the box deeper into his arms, making his hug more powerfully.

Looking up at the sky that was already white, he felt a little confused. The road in the distance gradually became clearer and became even more unfamiliar...

......

Qujiangfang is located in the southeast corner of Chang'an City. Connected with it is Qujiang Pond, which is independent of the outside of Chang'an City, and Qujiang Pond is adjacent to the royal garden Furong Garden.

In February of the first year of Zhenguan, the Emperor asked him to come here by the Emperor as the campus of the Royal Medical College.

The establishment of the Royal Medical College did not cause a huge rebound in the court. Instead, the ministers also agreed very much. Even Chang'an wealthy people actively donated money and paid goods...

According to the suspicion of the Supreme Emperor, the court wanted him to be more at ease and to carry out medical education under their noses, and maybe he could be effectively monitored.

Li Er is still being fooled by Sun Simiao for a while and is secretly hurting himself. Moreover, what the Supreme Emperor has made is not an excessive request, and even for financial reasons, he would rather save himself!

As for the reputation that the construction of the medical school brought to the Supreme Emperor, Li Shimin was not worried at all. His father now only had his legitimate son and had no military power. What kind of waves can he make?

Of course, the biggest reason is that Li Yuan’s life span is not long. Even if he may still be "staying alive" at that time, Li Shimin’s government was already stable at that time, and he was still worried about something?

The establishment of the Royal Medical College caused a sensation in Chang'an for a while. Some ministers who had a little research on medical skills even wanted to come in, such as Li Ji, Duke of Britain, Wei Zheng, the Chief Censor of the Censor...

British Duke Li Ji participated in the compilation of "Tang Materia Medica" in later generations, which was the earliest pharmacopoeia in the world. As for Wei Zheng, he did not suffer from cerebral hemorrhage when he was angry with Li Shimin for so long. I think his medical skills are good... (Wei Zheng was a Taoist priest at the end of the Sui Dynasty for a while. Although he dared not say that Taoist priests knew medical skills, they were not bad.)

"Mr. Dao, this is not great!" Huaping frowned with her willow eyebrows, her little mouth pouted, and her cheeks were bulging and swollen. She was angry.

In Qujiangfang, there are towering ancient trees and green trees. There are two or three small boats on the Qujiang Pond, next to it is a palace-shaped building. The green glazed tiles shine brightly under the sun...

This scene is worthy of being a royal garden.

However, Huaping said angrily: "Daojun, a good college, why are you building a pigpen? If the people of Chang'an know about it, they will definitely laugh at us..."

However, Li Yuan also had his own reasons. He touched Huaping's head and smiled and said, "What's wrong with raising pigs? The human organs of pigs are closest to humans. After the medical school starts, they can also be used as experimental materials. Of course, there are more important reasons..."

"What's the reason?" Huaping asked again.

Li Yuan looked at the scene and objects on Qujiangchi with his hands behind his back. He didn't want to be disturbed by the humming pig cry in such a wonderful scene. But unfortunately, the invention value has gradually decreased and almost all of it was used to exchange for life. After looking at it, only the original "Scientific Pig Raising Manual" had the hope of obtaining more invention values.

Recalling the need for a large number of human specimens after the establishment of the Medical College. The ancients were more feudal and superstitious, believing that it would be safe to be buried. If someone dared to destroy the dead body, besides coroners, they would wait for condemnation or riots, and the medical college might not be able to be opened by then.

Human specimens can only be replaced by pigs.

Of course this is not the main reason!

Then Li Yuan showed his white teeth and smiled honestly: "I don't know much about castrating pigs, but a pig that has never castrated is a soulless pig. The first assessment for admission... is a castrated pig!"
Chapter completed!