Nuclear Warlord

Chapter 301 A Great Way to Propaganda Penicillin (Sixth)

The next day.

After Li Changfeng got up early and had an early meal, he went to the scientific research institute to inspect the progress of the nuclear weapons program.

Manufacturing of related equipment has begun, radioactive elements are said to have been found, and mining work has begun.

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Li Changfeng carefully asked about everything, and stayed here for a whole day.

And on this day, a small event happened in the capital.

Yang Zhiyuan, the son of a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, offered a reward in the capital. Whoever could cure his father would be rewarded with a hundred taels of gold.

Yang Wanli was originally a great Confucian of great power, he had a high prestige in the hearts of scholars, and he liked to get close to the common people on weekdays. He proposed many political proposals that were beneficial to the common people and was adopted by Emperor Qianwu, and he was quite famous in the hearts of the common people.

So Yang Wanli's dying, coupled with the huge bounty, has attracted the attention of many people.

Famous doctors in the capital came to Yang's mansion for diagnosis and treatment one after another. After seeing the situation, they all felt that there was no way to recover, so they could only use some secret recipes to hang Yang Wanli alive.

Many famous doctors even spoke out and asked Yang Zhiyuan to prepare for his funeral, and the entire Yang family fell into grief.

Day two.

Li Changfeng still got up very early, went to the Ministry of Railways to inspect the work, checked the progress of each tender section, and then went to the construction site to check the construction quality in person.

The result made him very satisfied.

Feng Quji, Ye Qingcang, and even Emperor Qianwu have been watching this matter since he left for the expedition, and there are no problems in all aspects.

However, during the inspection process, Li Changfeng also discovered problems that he had not thought through in the design and planning, and instructed the construction party to make rectifications on the spot.

While he was busy with these things, Yang Wanli's condition got worse, his breath was almost undetectable, and his life was hanging by a thread.

Yang Zhiyuan knelt beside the bed and wept bitterly. The old housekeeper at the side thought about it, hesitated for a moment and said, "Master, do you want to beg His Highness Li Changfeng?"

Yang Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment: "His Royal Highness Ninth Prince?"

"That's right, the penicillin given by His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince may be able to save the master!"

"How is it possible? His method of curing diseases and saving lives is completely nonsense, and the rumors in the market cannot be trusted!"

"Master, back then, people also thought that the delta-wing aircraft and hot air balloons were nonsense, but what happened?"

Yang Zhiyuan showed hesitation.

Seeing him like this, the housekeeper said again: "For the master's illness, this old slave once went to seek the famous doctor of the Shen family, but do you know what they said?"

The Shen family is a family of medicine, and its status in the medical field cannot be shaken. Yang Zhiyuan immediately became interested: "How do you say it?"

"People say that the only thing that can save the master is the penicillin of His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince! This shows that the Shen family has recognized that penicillin is real and effective!"

"But... the decoction is injected into the body, this practice has never been done since ancient times, and it is too unreasonable!"

Seeing that Yang Zhiyuan was still undecided, the housekeeper became anxious.

"Master, did artillery exist in ancient times? Is it common sense to grow vegetables in winter? Is it common sense for people to fly to the sky? Don't forget, the thing that His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince is best at is to subvert common sense and create miracles!"

This time, Yang Zhiyuan finally made up his mind.

"That's right, now I can only rely on His Royal Highness Ninth Prince, what's the harm in giving father a try now?!"

"Master is wise!"

"Prepare the car, I'm going to get the penicillin myself!"

……

When Li Changfeng came back from the construction site, as soon as he reached the gate of the mansion, a man ran over from a distance and knelt on the ground with a plop.

"Your Highness, please take pity on me and save my father!"

Li Changfeng waved his hand to get out of the way the guards blocking the front, and asked, "Who is your father? What's the matter? Get up and talk."

Yang Zhiyuan didn't get up, but cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness, my father's name is Yang Wanli, and he is a scholar of the Hanlin Academy."

Hearing this name, Li Changfeng thought for a while, but had no impression.

The guard at the side reminded in a low voice: "His Royal Highness, this man is quite prestigious in the hearts of scholars and common people. He is a celebrity with high knowledge. Recently, he was seriously ill and offered a reward of one hundred taels of gold to save his life. There has been a commotion in the capital."

Li Changfeng nodded, showing a thoughtful expression.

Jerry Yang is still going on.

After he said that Yang Wanli fell into a coma due to inflammation of the wound, Li Changfeng understood the purpose of his trip, and his eyes lit up immediately.

Sure enough, Yang Zhiyuan kowtowed heavily and said, "I heard that His Highness's penicillin has a miraculous effect in treating wound inflammation. I also ask Your Highness to show mercy and rescue me. I will be very grateful to you whether it succeeds or not!"

Without any hesitation, Li Changfeng immediately ordered: "Come here, take a penicillin, take the syringe and go to Yang's mansion to treat Master Yang."

Penicillin is a huge gold mine.

Since he returned to Beijing, he has been busy with other things, thinking that he will start arranging the publicity and marketing of penicillin after he has finished his work.

Since this Yang Wanli is so famous, his son Yang Zhiyuan even offered a huge reward for saving his life, which caused a lot of trouble in the city.

Once Yang Wanli is cured, it will be a free publicity, which will make his penicillin a hit and save him a lot of trouble.

Seeing that Li Changfeng agreed so happily, Yang Zhiyuan was naturally grateful.

Li Changfeng didn't take this matter as a big deal, and immediately went back to his home to rest, and got up early the next day and came to the vegetable planting base of the Research Institute.

Now all that is grown in this area are sweet potatoes.

The person in charge of the vegetable planting base is an out-and-out old farmer. Everyone kindly calls him Lao Huang.

Lao Huang, who has been farming for most of his life, never imagined that one day he would work under His Highness the Ninth Prince and command hundreds of people.

Therefore, he seldom goes home, eats and lives at the planting base, for fear of betraying Li Changfeng's trust, taking care of these sweet potatoes is more attentive than taking care of his children and grandchildren.

When he heard that Li Changfeng had come to the vegetable planting base, he hurried over to greet him, and when he saw someone, he knelt down and kowtowed.

"The little old man has seen His Highness!"

Li Changfeng smiled and said, "Old Huang, right? Get up and talk!"

Hearing Li Changfeng's kind address, Lao Huang was very excited, and only got up after knocking again.

Li Changfeng looked at the sweet potato field behind him. Seeing the gratifying growth, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Well, it looks like it's grown well. When can we harvest it?"

Lao Huang thought for a while and said, "Your Highness, if we compare the size of the seeds you gave us at that time, we should be able to harvest them now."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Li Changfeng's eyes lit up immediately, he walked up quickly, pointed to a very ordinary sweet potato and said, "Dig!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Lao Huang hurried forward, knelt on the ground, picked up a small shovel and dug carefully.

After a while, six sweet potatoes of different sizes were dug out, and Li Changfeng's eyes lit up involuntarily.

Judging by its size, it has grown to maturity.

And the output is not low.

"What about the scale? Bring the scale and see how many catties it weighs!"

(End of this chapter)