I traveled through time without patched pants, I was the richest man in the Republic of China

Chapter 117: Busy raising a family in a foreign land 117

In the brightly lit treasure room, Lu Pingsheng looked at the pale yellow crystalline powder in several transparent containers and his breathing became heavier.

"These are the sulfa powders I extracted using the heating method. I have done purity tests and they are a few points higher than the imported products."

Wei Miaoxiao had his hands behind his back, with a nonchalant expression, as if this was a very simple matter.

In fact, although the heating method of extracting sulfa powder is the simplest and most direct, it has the highest risk factor and can cause explosion or poisoning if you are not careful.

Fortunately, her brain was very useful and she had a strong sense of perception. She could easily grasp these imperceptible elements, as if she was born with the ability to call the wind and rain.

Wei Miao secretly complained that if his bloodline was completely inherited, he would be a formidable being.

"What beautiful things are you thinking about now?" Lu Pingsheng tapped her forehead.

Wei Miao touched his forehead and glared at him in dissatisfaction:

"Brother Lu, my head is very precious now. If you break it, your dream of becoming the richest man will be shattered."

Lu Pingsheng said awkwardly, "You figured it out in half a month? And you made so much sulfa powder in one day?"

Wei Miao looked at the sulfa powder and said dissatisfiedly: "If it is made into tablets and injections, a professional production line will be needed."

"Is it difficult?" Lu Pingsheng asked nervously.

"It's not difficult to make tablets. All you need is starch and a tablet pressing machine. For injections, you need a professional sterile laboratory and production line."

The standards for oral tablets and intravenous injections are completely different.

Wei Miao took care of every detail, after all, she also hoped to achieve mass production quickly.

Lu Pingsheng suppressed his ecstatic expression and thought secretly in his heart.

After Wei Miao finished explaining the matter, he asked Lu Pingsheng, "What kind of packaging should we use?"

Lu Pingsheng pondered for a while, "I'll take care of the packaging that's exactly the same as the imported products."

Wei Miao had exactly this idea.

Lu Pingsheng saw her looking at the eight bronze lamp holders in the dark room again and laughed in his heart.

The little boy still didn't give up and thought there were more treasures in the dark room.

Early the next morning, Wei Miao sat on the sofa, rubbing his eyes, listening to Lu Pingsheng calling Dr. Ding and Bai Meigui, making an appointment to meet in three days.

Thinking about dividing the money, such a large sum of gold was enough for her to be happy for a while.

"What should we do with Xiao Angkor's family?" Wei Miao asked.

Lu Pingsheng thought that since the last incident, Wu Ziyang had been taking Li Xiaoya to live in the hospital, and he had rented a house near the hospital and rarely came back.

"It's okay. I have to go to the concession tomorrow. I'll just go to the police station to find him. Everyone knows that we sold sulfa to the Japanese. There's no need to hide it from Li Xiaoya now."

In fact, there is no need for this anymore, but he is used to being cautious.

"I wonder what delicious food my mother made this morning."

Wei Miao stretched and went out, stood under the eaves, looking at the osmanthus tree washed green by the rain, and felt quite good.

Just looking at the gloomy weather, I’m afraid today will be another rainy day.

There was a knock on the courtyard door, and Wei Miao stepped on the bluestone slabs leading to the courtyard entrance to open the door. At the door were Wei Li and Wei Ping, who were carrying a sumptuous breakfast.

"Where are A-Ling and A-Ran?"

Wei Miao took the plate of pot stickers from Wei Ping's little hand.

Wei Li followed her inside and said, "They had diarrhea when they came back from school yesterday."

Lu Pingsheng paused as he tried to take Wei Li's tray. "Diarrhea? Did you eat something bad?"

Wei Ping followed Daguo from her own family and entered the living room of Lu Daguo's house. She climbed onto the table and ate a small bite of the steamed dumplings that Daguo from her own family had fed her. She puffed out her cheeks and said:

"No, it's that many students in school are vomiting and having diarrhea."

Lu Pingsheng stood up suddenly, and the plate in front of him fell to the ground, and the food inside shattered all over the floor.

Wei Miao looked up at him. His hair had just been washed, with water droplets dripping on his face. Combined with his pale and shocked expression, he looked quite broken.

"Lu Daguo, don't be afraid, Sui Sui is safe, no one will get hurt."

Wei Ping's childish words made Lu Pingsheng curl his lips.

Wei Miao had already stood up, "Brother Lu, I'm going home to take a look."

Lu Pingsheng wanted to say, "Don't go back," but in the end he just opened his mouth.

"Just a moment."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a commotion outside the door.

Through the open gate, you can see neighbors gathered together.

"What? Why did you close the alley?"

"Oh my god! There are policemen with guns drawn standing at the entrance of the alley, and coolies are building a wall to block the road."

"What do you want?" Panic voices were heard everywhere.

Lu Pingsheng realized that the situation was not good and went back to the house to make a phone call. Wei Miao also frowned and thought, feeling a little confused.

The neighbors outside the door were alarmed and gathered in groups of three or four to exchange information with each other.

"When I went out this morning, I found that five or six alleys near our vegetable market were blocked."

Xiao Jiangsu went to the slaughterhouse before dawn every day to buy pork for wonton filling. Although the journey was long, he could save twenty copper coins, which was not a small amount in a month.

"Do you know why the matter was blocked?" Grandma Cui asked hurriedly.

She has lived here all her life and has seen all kinds of things, but this was the first time she encountered such a situation and her face was very tense.

His son Cui Liping came out shirtless and yawning. When he saw the policeman with his gun raised, he instantly sobered up, shrank his neck and went back into the house.

"I heard that some people ran away from the shantytown." After Xiao Jiangsu said this, he shuddered all over.

The reason why he and his son left their hometown was because of a dysentery epidemic that year. Nine out of ten houses in his hometown were empty, and only he and his eldest son were lucky enough to escape.

"Last time, who of you said that there was some infectious disease in the shantytowns?" Xiao Jiangsu's voice was sharper than ever.

The faces of those who were talking about it all changed.

The upstairs window of Grandma Cui's house opened, and Cui Lijuan showed an angry face and complained to the people below:

"Why are you making so much noise so early in the morning? You're disturbing my sweet dreams."

Xiao Jiangsu raised his head and stared blankly at the woman who was half leaning against the window. He felt that the fear in his heart had lessened by two points.

"Sister Lijuan, when did you come back?" he asked dryly.

Cui Lijuan half-closed her eyes, covered her mouth and yawned, and said with a sweet smile:

"Ala, come back at dawn and cook me a bowl of lard wontons with more chopped green onions and less lard."

"Hey, hey, okay."

Xiao Jiangsu suddenly lost all his fear and turned back to his wonton stall to cook wontons for Cui Lijuan.

But other people didn't have such good intentions. The patrolmen with guns pointed and the alley entrance where people were building a wall made them panic.

Only Mrs. Dong, who was leaning against the door of the barber shop, had a better expression; she even let out a mocking laugh.

Infectious diseases, she had experienced it, she crawled out from a pile of corpses.

It's a bad life, a bad person, it doesn't matter whether he lives or dies.

Thinking of this, she turned and went into the house, grinning, as if her wound was hurt, her eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and then she hummed a little song from her hometown.

"Yan Xijiao was in the building, feeling sad and listless, when she suddenly heard her mother calling out, and it was my confidant coming downstairs." (Note 1)

The crowd, who were already anxious and at a loss, became even more frightened after listening to such a gentle and sad song.

"Someone is shouting at the door."

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Note 1: The original version of Yangzhou tune "Zhi Xin Ke" by "Tian Ya Ge Nu".