In order to eradicate head lice, the most effective way was to shave off one's hair and put one's clothes into boiling water to kill the lice.
The Firearms Supervisor's camp was in the middle of the military camp. When the Mo Family's disciples set up a dozen large pots outside and continuously put their clothes into the boiling water, the entire military camp was alarmed.
"Is the Mo family crazy from hunger? They're actually putting their clothes into boiling pots. "Many soldiers came to watch. Soon, the camp was surrounded by three layers of people.
"I heard that many of the Mo Family's disciples have been infected with head lice. The Mo Family's Head Lice was furious and demanded that everyone must get rid of the head lice before returning to the Mo Family's Village. I'm afraid that the Mo Family is trying to get rid of the head lice now."
"Head lice is nothing. I have plenty of them on me. Only these Brother Mo Jiazi are fake clean!" A sloppy old soldier nonchalantly grabbed a head louse from his head and put it into his mouth, crushing it with a crunch.
"That's right!" Many people agreed. When the army entered Tuyuhun, most of the soldiers were infected with head lice. There were only a few survivors. Everyone was the same.
"Besides, if they boil their clothes, they can also boil their heads. Even if they get rid of all the lice this time, it won't be long before they get infected again. What's the use?" The sloppy old soldier said.
Once the head lice came, the itch would be unbearable. It wasn't that most of the soldiers didn't think of getting rid of the lice, but it wouldn't be long before they got infected again. After a while, everyone just let it be.
"You don't know about this! I heard that Mo Jiazi found a way to completely eradicate head lice in a day. "The well-informed soldier said expectantly.
"What?"
The group of soldiers couldn't help but exclaim. Head lice could be said to be a chronic disease. Although everyone was already used to it, they had long hated it. Now that they suddenly heard that the Mo Family's son could completely cure their head lice, how could they not be excited?
Tie An put his clothes into the boiling pot with an aggrieved expression. When he heard what the soldiers said, he couldn't help but snort, "There is a way, but I'm afraid you won't dare to use it."
The sloppy old soldier was enraged. "How dare you look down on me? I've been on the battlefield for twenty years and killed more than a hundred enemies. As long as you can cure my head lice, I'm willing to climb a mountain of swords or dive into a sea of fire."
"Alright, let's see if you dare to do it later," Tie An continued to provoke him.
"Whoever doesn't dare is a coward!" The sloppy old soldier roared.
Tie An's scheme succeeded. He left behind a group of old soldiers who were glaring at each other.
It was not that the ancients did not cut their hair, but most of them only trimmed it slightly. The term hairdressing first appeared in the Tang dynasty. In this era, there were also craftsmen who specialized in cutting hair, shaving, and shaving people's faces.
When Lanzhou City's most famous hairdresser, Uncle Ji, appeared in front of everyone, the entire military camp boiled over.
"Cut your hair!"
After knowing Mo Jiazi's method, countless soldiers were in an uproar. The sloppy old soldier who made a bet with Tie An was also stunned. He did not expect Mo Jiazi's method to be this.
These old soldiers were not even afraid of fighting on the battlefield. However, when they heard about cutting their hair, they could not help but back off.
"There are lice on a bald man's head. It's obvious. If you don't even have hair, how can there be lice? Have you ever seen a monk with lice? " Tie An sneered and looked at the sloppy old soldier provocatively. Immediately, the old soldier stopped in his tracks.
"I don't believe you dare to cut your hair. If you dare to cut it, I dare to cut it too," the sloppy old soldier said fiercely.
The other soldiers' eyes flashed. To be honest, they did not expect Mo Jiazi's method to be this. It was indeed the most effective method, but it was too hard to accept.
"Who's first?" The hale and hearty Uncle Ji grinned.
Immediately, the group of Mo Jiazi's brothers looked at each other. Even the carefree Tie An could not help but take a few steps back. He spoke with confidence earlier, but when it was his turn, he could not help but shrink back.
Seeing this, Uncle Ji advised, "Lice on the head is not a small matter. If it is allowed to spread, it will damage your hair. After a long time, you will become bald."
"Baldy!" Tie An was also shocked.
Black Wu also advised, "Lice on the head is a parasite. It will suck blood and spread diseases. The sooner it is treated, the better."
However, no matter how Black Wu and Uncle Ji persuaded, Tie An and the group of Mo Jiazi's brothers shook their heads.
"Cut it for this Marquis first!"
When Meton sat in front of the hairdresser, the whole place was in an uproar.
"Young master, you can't. You have lice on your head!" Black Wu and Tie An advised.
"Young master, I'll cut it. I'll cut it now." Tie An said with a solemn face.
Meton shook his head and said, "The people of the world are suffering from lice because of your bad habits. There is no cure for it. Even the Mo Family is like this, let alone the people of the world. Today, this Young Master will set himself as an example to the people of the world. I will definitely rid the world of lice."
"Young master is indeed the leader of the Mo Family. He dares to be the first of the world." The sloppy old soldier said with a face of admiration.
Tie An and the group of Mo Jiazi's brothers could not help but stare at the sloppy old soldier. It was not him who cut his hair.
"Uncle Ji, cut it for me first." Meton smiled warmly at Uncle Ji.
"Marquis Mo, this lowly one doesn't dare!" Uncle Ji felt his legs go soft. He thought he had taken on a big job. Who would have thought that he had taken on a hot potato?
Meton said indifferently, "After Uncle Ji cuts my hair, my name will definitely spread. In the future, I will be earning a lot of money."
Hearing this, Uncle Ji tightened his grip on the hilt in his hand.
"Also, I'm not shaving. Cut my hair according to this drawing." Meton said and handed Uncle Ji a piece of charcoal drawing.
Uncle Ji took it and looked at it. There were four simple self-portraits of Meton on the paper. They were Meton's front, back, left, and right sides. Moreover, each of the self-portraits had extremely short hair, only about an inch long. The shape was unique.
If people in the future saw this drawing, they would definitely exclaim loudly. Wasn't this the most common flattop hairstyle in the future?
"I wonder if Merton could give this drawing to me? I'm very interested in this hairstyle. "Uncle Ji said with a twinkle in his eye. A painting by a son of the Mohist Clan was worth thousands of taels of gold, and his name had long since spread throughout the Great Tang. How could Uncle Ji not be tempted? Moreover, this was a self-portrait by Moton, so its price was inestimable.
"As long as you cut our hair, this drawing will be yours." Meton said casually.
Uncle Ji was very happy when he heard this. He said, "Merton, do well. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
Uncle Ji's hands shook and the scissors flew. Under everyone's gaze, Meton's black hair fell. Soon, the most common flattop hairstyle in the future appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
"Merton, what do you think?" Uncle Ji placed a bronze mirror in front of Meton.
Meton looked at the familiar short hair on his head. Now that he had a flattop hairstyle and wore a t-shirt, he looked no different from the future. Suddenly, an inexplicable feeling welled up in his heart. He couldn't help but feel emotional.
"Merton!"
"Young Master!"
…
The surrounding people saw Meton staring at the bronze mirror and couldn't help but call out to him.
Meton woke up from his daze and nodded. "I'm very satisfied."
Moton slowly rose to his feet and calmly walked in a circle in front of the crowd.
When Tie An and the rest saw Meton's flattop hairstyle, they suddenly felt that short hair wasn't that ugly.
"Young Master, this is your hair!" Mo Jiazi's brother diligently collected Meton's hair and prepared to put it away.
Meton reached out his hand and took it. He directly threw the hair into the blazing fire at the side. The black hair instantly burned intensely.
"Merton!" Everyone said with a worried expression.
The soldiers were worried as well. Hair was an extension of life. The ancients usually kept the hair they cut off for safekeeping, but Morton had set it on fire.
Meton waved his hand and said, "In my opinion, hair is like fingernails. It doesn't hurt or itch. Once it grows, I'll just cut it. There won't be any negative effects."
Mo Wu and the rest of the Medical Family's disciples nodded their heads. The Medical Family couldn't agree more with this point of view.
Since Meton had already taken the lead, Tie An and the rest of Mo Jiazi's brothers quickly followed suit. They didn't care if they were willing or not.
Even the few Mo Jiazi's brothers who didn't contract head lice followed suit when they saw Meton cutting their hair. Although a large group of Brother Flatheads appeared in the campsite.
"Right, Mo Wu, although you're learning medicine from Old Hua, you can also be considered as Mo Jiazi's brother!" Tie An suddenly pointed the spearhead at Mo Wu who was covering his mouth and laughing.
Mo Wu was momentarily stunned and waved his hand. "Young Master, I didn't contract head lice!"
Tie An sneered and said, "Young Master didn't contract it either. In order to take the lead in eradicating head lice, you didn't cut it. Furthermore, treating patients and treating head lice is the Medical Family's matter. You can't let my Mo Family do it!"
Mo Wu was at a loss for words.
Meton waved his hand and said, "A doctor has the heart of a parent. If you don't even have this bit of courage, how can you talk about medical ethics? If you don't take the lead, how can you make the patients believe in you and cure head lice?"
Mo Wu was stunned when he heard this and nodded his head. "Young Master is right. This is the responsibility of the Medical Family. Since Mo Wu is learning medicine, I naturally have to set an example."
Mo Wu turned to the crowd of disciples of the School of Medicine and said in a clear voice, "Saving the dying and healing the injured is the responsibility of the School of Medicine. The number of poor people in the world who have been infected with head lice is innumerable and they have suffered greatly from it. Everyone here has seen how this method can cure head lice without spending a single copper coin. Today, I, Mo Wu, as a disciple of the School of Medicine, will cut my hair in front of everyone to set an example for the world's patients.
"That's right. Patients trust doctors the most. If we don't cut it, how can we make the people believe in us? I'll cut it! "A young Medical Family's disciple said.
"Me too!"
"Me too!"
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If it was in the past, it would have been impossible to get these doctors to cut their hair so easily. However, after treating so many doctors, Black Five had already won over the hearts of all the doctors. In addition to the temptation of being famous in medical history and his medical ethics of helping the world, all the doctors immediately responded to him.
Very quickly, the group of Medical Family's disciples also cut their hair.
The crew-cut Mo Wu and Tie An looked at each other. Tie An immediately understood and walked towards the sloppy old soldier who made the bet earlier.
Mo Wu and Tie An knew that although there was a reason for this haircut, it would obviously cause the Mo Family to be embroiled in a storm. Hence, they secretly planned to drag more people down with them. After all, the law can't punish too many people and they could also share the burden of the Mo Family.
As for the Mo Family and the Medical Family, there weren't many people. So many lice infected soldiers were the main force.
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