Lu Ming

Chapter 323 Expired Products

"Student Zhong is here, sit, sit."

After calling the restrained Zhong Simao to sit down, Bai Jiabao said to him gently: "Don't be nervous, it's a good thing."

Zhong Simao, who was sitting on the chair, swallowed his saliva, and hurriedly bowed: "But according to the principal's orders."

"Hehe." After Bai Jiabao and the person next to him looked at each other, they didn't say anything, but started a routine with Zhong Simao.

For example, how many people are in the family, how are they adapting to the life here, how is the grade of the son in elementary school, and whether the mortgage pressure is great.

Although it was a common question, Zhong Simao didn't dare to slack off, and answered honestly.

"Well, it seems that student Zhong is doing well." After talking for a few words, Bai Jiabao flipped through the files and transcripts on the desktop, and then raised his head and said, "But as a human being, we should take a long-term view. Now it's not the same as before. The pressure of life is increasing, and in a few years there will be rubber, car loans, and a second child.”

"Yes, your lord is right." Zhong Simao couldn't understand the rubber car loan, but he still understood the encouraging meaning in his principal's words.

Seeing Bai Jiabao's documents on the table, Zhong Simao knew that he was about to talk about business: this kind of "file" for recording students' situations existed in ancient times, and he had seen it in sociology when he was a child.

Bai Jiabao cleared his throat at this time, and started to talk about business: "Student Zhong's chemistry score is very good!"

"Don't dare, dare not, I just learned a little superficial." Zhong Simao's words were not because he was sophisticated or polite, but because of his real feelings.

Due to the consideration of factors such as "leaking secrets", the only Chikan Middle School that currently offers chemistry classes is playing "step-by-step education". The contents of the chemistry booklets distributed to students are all selected and very simple.

However, it is this simple knowledge that has also changed Zhong Simao's world view dramatically.When he understood what this pamphlet was about, Zhong Simao, who reacted immediately, was shocked—isn't this the legendary technique of "turning stones into gold"?

In fact, no different from most Ming people, Zhong Simao also has a heart of "turning a stone into gold".You must know that in ancient times, there are countless examples of being addicted to this technique, and even being fooled by alchemists.

Also powerful is "alchemy".This ultimate move has become more famous because it has fooled many emperors into taking drugs and ascending to heaven: No way, the spokesperson is powerful enough.

Therefore, "alchemy" has always been the two pillar industries in the industry as famous as "alchemy".

Then Zhong Simao was dumbfounded.Although many things have impacted his concept and broadened his mind after coming here, it is still difficult for him to accept this kind of behavior of publicly teaching "alchemy" in class.

So he began to study chemistry knowledge hard, asking questions when he didn't understand, and studying hard, for fear that one day the masters would come to their senses and stop this class.Then his chemistry score was among the best in the class, and he also felt the profoundness of "alchemy". The more he learned, the more he learned to understand his own shallowness.

"Well, although the content is not very difficult, you have already learned relatively quickly, so you don't need to be modest." Bai Jiabao said to Zhong Simao seriously: "Now I have a job. Considering your situation, the school plans to recommend you Go work and study."

Without waiting for Zhong Simao to speak, Bai Jiabao continued to explain: "Look, you are getting older now, you have children to raise at home, and you have to pay off the mortgage, so it is better to come out to work earlier."

"In addition, you know that this time I recommend you to go to a confidential unit. The monthly salary is 10 taels. Well, it's ten taels from Long Yangqi, not to mention other benefits."

"Finally." Bai Jiabao smiled and stretched out his hand to pat Zhong Simao's shoulder: "The person who will be your master is a noble person, and he is also a master of chemistry. You can ask for advice every day."

Zhong Simao walked out of the office building in a daze.

Although the principal generously gave him a day to go home to "discuss and discuss", Zhong Simao was like a mirror in his heart: he had to do this laborious job, or he had to do it if he didn't.

Although it has only been a few months, Zhong Simao, who has rich social experience, has already grasped the level of characters here: the so-called "noble person" is the code name of the people who traveled through, and they are probably the old brothers when the Cao family started. He is the most untouchable big shot.

And when he saw these two in the office today, there was no doubt that they were "gentlemen"—the kind of inexplicable demeanor could be seen at a glance, not to mention the weird costumes they wore.

Now that the matter has developed like this, when Zhong Simao figured out the situation, he didn't hesitate to go home that night, and he confessed the matter to his wife.

The woman was overjoyed after hearing this: In the same few months, the new society like a paradise has already brainwashed the daughter of Origami with safety, fairness, dignity, hygiene, a wide range of commodities and a vibrant social form.

So when I heard that the "basic salary" is the newly popular "10 yuan", the women who work in the street immediately thought of mortgages and those exquisite and attractive products in the shopping malls-then the women went crazy on the spot, wishing that they could pay the bills on the spot. Pulling Zhong Simao's ear to report to the new unit.

Zhong Simao honestly reported to the new unit the next day.

As he expected, the person who sat in the office and said nothing yesterday was a "noble man".

When Zhong Simao came to the principal's office again, he found that two other students also accepted the job invitation with him.Of course, these two dear friends are also "old classmates" like him.

Today's lecture is not from Principal Bai, but from that chubby noble man.

Speaking the standard mandarin that is exclusive to the "noble man", this person first briefly introduced himself: his surname is Mi, his name is Mi Shuo, and he is in charge of farming.

Next, Mi Shuo first read a document, which contained the permission to specially recruit three students to work as researchers in the breeding base. The signature was someone from Dang Chaoxia.

After reading the document, Mi Shuo briefly introduced their future work content: Due to the current shortage of fertilizers and pesticides, the Ministry of Agriculture decided to do the opposite, and increase the intensity of reclamation after the Chinese New Year, and use the quantity of new fields to make up for the quality.

In this case, the laboratory responsible for providing improved seeds needs a few "apprentices" to help.

After knowing that they would deal with grain seeds in the future, the three of them felt relieved. After all, people regard food as their heaven, and in the eyes of wise people, dealing with grain is right and not ashamed.

Only Zhong Simao murmured in his heart: What does this business of manipulating grain have to do with chemistry?Or is it that the unmasked master is just refining a few hands of gold in his spare time?

In the end, Zhong Simao, who was a little suspicious, went downstairs to say goodbye to several teachers with two classmates, and then got on the electric three-wheeler and was sent to the breeding base together.

After delivering the three apprentices to the grain base, Mi Shuo let out a sigh of relief: Relying on the unparalleled importance of agriculture, he and Liang Letian finally got through with Xia Xianze and got these three specially recruited apprentices.

After these efforts, theoretically speaking, there is no obstacle to the reclamation after the Chinese New Year.And the last thing they need to do is to find a way to increase the output of tractors at the upcoming year-end conference.

"Endless work, endless famine." Thinking of fighting with those tigers and wolves again, Mi Shuo felt dizzy three times: "Oh, let's go back to the office."

The tricycle turned around and slowly disappeared along the way it came from on the burnt black plain.

At noon, Chikan First Hospital, Department of Pediatrics.

The dean Dong Qiang was wearing a white coat, sitting at the table, and kindly said to the couple who were holding their son in front of them: "It's a high fever, but don't worry, there are special medicines recently, just take some."

Having said that, Dong Qiang picked up a pen and wrote down the name of the medicine on the prescription list and signed it for take-out: "Xiao Zheng will take it and dispense the medicine."

Standing behind him in a row of young doctors and students, a short boy immediately took the prescription form, and walked out the door with the thankful couple.

Next door is the consultation room. After entering, Xiao Zheng handed the prescription slip to the head nurse in a white jacket.

After carefully reading the signature on the list, the middle-aged female head nurse raised her head and exchanged a glance with Xiao Zheng. After getting a wink of confirmation, she turned around, took out the key, and opened the door of a medicine cabinet.

What was taken out of the medicine cabinet was a melamine jar that is common in later generations, half filled with about a few hundred white pills.

After carefully counting out some pills with a spoon, the head nurse gave the fevered child one tablet with warm water on the spot, and then told the parents to bring the children to take the medicine on time, and then sent the family of three away.

After writing down the number of remaining pills on the slip, Dr. Xiao Zheng returned to Dong Qiang and handed over the slip.

"Oh, it seems that there is not much amoxicillin left. It should be used up in a week." After Dong Qiang finished speaking, he got up and stretched: "Go to the obstetrics and gynecology department for rounds, and have lunch after the inspection."

Surrounded by a group of interns, Dong Qiang strode out the door.

Today is an ordinary day in Chikan Hospital.What is different from the past is that in the past few days, many children who came to the hospital to see a doctor have been treated with antibiotics.

The reason is simple: it has been almost 2 years since time travel, and some medicines are about to expire
So not only antibiotics, but also antihypertensive, hypoglycemic, even abortion, anti-tumor, these will expire one after another in the future.

You know, when Cao Chuan brought medicine here, he found a drug sales company regardless of Sanqi 21, and brought all kinds of medicines to the Ming Dynasty.

As a result, many of the medicines were not used up.For example, antibiotics, and for example, immigrants who lower blood pressure are poor ghosts who have to work every day. If they really want to eat three highs in the Ming Dynasty, do such people need to travel thousands of miles to Dezhou to earn their lives?
(End of this chapter)