Fall In Love with the Technology Tree

    In winter, everything withers. The sky and the earth are covered with gray, as if there are lively fireworks in Luoyang City, where only people gather.

    "Master, Madam asked Madam Zhang for ten people's deeds because of the banquet on New Year's Day this year."

    A Sheng washed his face in a daze while listening to Luo Chi gossip. "Well."

    "Mrs. Zhang complained to Lang Jun, and Lang Jun replenished her with fifteen people."

    "Oh. Is there anyone in there that we care about?"

    Luo Chi handed the sackcloth to Ah Sheng: "No, I've seen it all. The master doesn't have to worry, we've secretly picked the new servants, but anyone who knows a hundred craftsmanship will The priority will be sent to the eastern suburbs courtyard. With the old man and the old lady here, we can't treat us badly."

    "I have never felt wronged. The craftsmen who are really capable either do their jobs under the aristocratic family, or join the imperial court, where would they come to our house and be sold as slaves? Gold digging in the sand , what I found were only a few broken gold sand." After sighing over this part, Ah Sheng made a little comment on the new progress of Zhaidou, "This mother, your methods are somewhat honest."

    The nurse, Mrs. Zhuang, interjected: "After all, Mrs. Xin is from a noble family, so she can't do rude things."

    Luo Chi's opinion is different: "She is rotten. Taking advantage of her status, if she wants three today and two tomorrow, it will be enough for Mrs. Zhang to feel uncomfortable. Slowly cutting the meat, tsk tsk , this taste."

    "My father still likes Madam Zhang the most, so even if she becomes a bare general, she can pull up a team in a blink of an eye." After rinsing his mouth, Ah Sheng put on a linen mourning clothes over his fleece jacket. "Let's see for a moment. If you can't threaten me and my brother, then let them make trouble."

    Cao Cao got up early to exercise again, Ah Sheng was not willing to move, and after ten leaps, he returned to the house and sorted out the reports sent by the other courtyard, most of which were written by the craftsman Ai : The design drawing of the hydraulic stone mill, the raw material treatment and ratio of the graphite refill, the standardized papermaking process, and also mixed with Liu's chicken raising report, the new crop interplanting results written by Zhao Gouhou for Zhao Gou... The latest is in progress In the coal iron smelting and small-scale ceramic firing technology in China, the furnace temperature is still not high enough. It is rare to burn molten iron and finished ceramics, not to mention glass. If you want to break through, you must have refractory bricks and more reasonable structures blast furnace.

    A Sheng looks for inspiration from these reports every day, recalls the contents that may have been forgotten by himself, and then adds them one by one. After recalling, she pretended to lock the blueprints in the wooden box, but in fact they threw them all into the space.

    A Sheng has no intention to carry out large-scale production in Luoyang's farmhouse. Whenever a technology is experimentally mature, she records all the technical parameters, and then orders Craftsman Ai to conduct the experimental workshop Completely knock down and demolish before starting the next job. Her intuition told her that the capital city was not a good place for large-scale industrial development.

    Only agriculture and aquaculture, relatively speaking, is not taboo.

    A Sheng felt guilty, and this guilt was especially strong when she saw the displaced people in the suburbs of Luoyang. Maybe take out the Quyuan Plough and save some of them.

    But Ah Sheng refused to do it.

     Reason tells her that these farmers are not so much the victims of the social system as they lack better farming tools. Even in the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties with Quyuan plows, the same scene was repeated over and over again. She will develop productive forces, but it is not the present where the feudal dynasties dance with false prosperity, nor is Luoyang City, which is singing and dancing peacefully.

    If she wants to play the biggest role, she must wait for the collapse of the Han Dynasty, wait for the turbulent times to rise, wait for the flag of Cao Wei to be planted in the Central Plains.

    Compared to those distant and terrifying futures, Ah Sheng has one relatively pleasant thing right now: she's got penicillin.

    Three months ago, she turned three.

    After a whole year of accumulation, the water in the space forms a water column that can reach the sky. Ah Sheng behaved well this time, and she began to take the initiative to ask the consciousness that she didn't know where she was.

    "I want history books from the late Eastern Han Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms period."

    The water column pretends to be dead and does not respond at all.

    "Isn't it...? Sure enough." Ah Sheng retreated and asked, "Then give me a high-yielding penicillin strain." Bacteria cultivation, separation, and purification can all be done under limited conditions. It will be realized slowly, but to find low-toxic and high-yielding Penicillium strains from the vast world, it is a long-term global work, and it is precisely the biggest bottleneck of home-made penicillin.

    Night is never seen in the small world of space. The huge water column connects the sky, like a round and cute jelly.

    "This... is also not good?" Ah Sheng puffed up his cheeks, "Then I don't need anything."

    "Cum!" As her voice fell, white light wrapped a dozen amoxicillin and fell.

    A Sheng was about to laugh at the space: "Do I look foolish? Oral penicillin drugs, of course, are very advanced, but this is the problem of consumables, not to mention amoxicillin The shelf life is at most three years. What should I do after three years? I’m not going to play fairy children, I want to let people in this era learn to save themselves. Do you understand what self-help is? Even if I die, they can save themselves Production of antibiotics, production of vaccines, medical development, so that more people can survive the plague after the disaster, and prolong the average life expectancy of the bottom people...

    "You can't fool me like this. There is no free lunch in the world. Since you gave me the golden finger, it must be for me to work. I don't know what you want me to do, but I'm telling you, do you know that gold fingers are not easy to use, I'm going to strike, do you know..."

    The invisible and intangible consciousness may be unbearable by her nagging.

    There was a loud "bang", the huge water column evaporated instantly, and the rising water vapor made Ah Sheng's eyes blurred. When the white fog dissipated, I saw a small spot of light carefully falling from the sky.

    Asheng rubbed his eyes.

    It is a petri dish with only a small colony in the middle of the medium.

    Very good, mold clusters less than one millimeter in diameter used up all the space water share in the third year. The person who presides over the exchange in the dark obviously has a considerable understanding of the value of each material, and will not give her too many loopholes.

    It is a long job to make native penicillin, but the lesson of Ding's death made Ah Sheng not want to delay at all. She had people boil the culture solution with sorghum, millet, and meat. From the pottery jar to the solution, boil and sterilize it, then take a little precious Penicillium into the jar, seal it and start to cultivate.

    Although she is a medical student, she is not working in a pharmaceutical factory after all. The temperature, humidity, concentration and ratio of culture medium must be repeatedly tested to find the best production standard. She needs to grow more high-yielding Penicillium. In the absence of ion exchange column equipment, she needs to explore the method of activated carbon adsorption and purification of penicillin by herself.

    Before all conditions are ripe, terefacilin, which has not been tested for its medicinal properties and toxicity, can only be used to clean wounds and prevent suppuration. For real injection administration, the issues of purity and allergy should also be considered.

    However, in the past three years, the 100 capsules of amoxicillin that Space fooled her have become a life-saving treasure. Mastering the super-era life-saving medicine, Ah Sheng's back suddenly straightened.

    The first person to enjoy penicillin was a girl in the nursery. Coincidentally, she was the only girl Twenty Seven pulled out of the beggar's den in Southwest City. She originally had no name, but she was named Ding Xi after entering the nursery hall. Due to long-term malnutrition and poor sanitary conditions, many wounds on her body were festering, and she had alternating high and low fevers. Seeing that it was going to be winter again, the steward of the nursery couldn't bear it, and finally asked Ah Sheng.

    A Sheng has no allergy test conditions, she can only use a small amount of reagents. First, I took a little powder of the pills for her to drink. After half a day, there were no allergic symptoms, and then she divided the rest of the pills into three days for her to eat.

    Bacteria at this time are generally not resistant to antibiotics, so the function of antibiotics is almost immediate. After Ding Xi took a tablet of amoxicillin, there was a marked improvement, and within a week, she recovered on her own with sufficient nutritional supply.

    Ding Xi's friends also ran outside the fence of the other courtyard and kowtowed to Ah Sheng. "As expected of a noble person, even the talisman water used by the noble family is more magical than the talisman water used by Qianshou." Come on, you guys should continue to go back to the nursery hall to accept thought reform, feudal superstition is a must.

    A long way to go.

    What makes Ah Sheng feel that he has a long way to go is that his grandfather fell ill with a cold. Cao Teng started drinking **** soup and pueraria since the evil wind entered his body. After drinking it for a month, his condition became more and more serious.

    A Sheng pondered, she had to do it herself. Grandfather is old and can't stand the toss of traditional Chinese medicine in the primary stage. If the cold is prolonged, it will be troublesome if it turns into pneumonia.

    Wind cold is a very general term, and the symptoms are very similar to a cold. When Western medicine sees a doctor, first look at pathogens. Colds are divided into bacterial and viral types. Viral is easily contagious, while bacterial is mostly sporadic. Ah Sheng asked Qing Bo that among the more than ten servants serving Cao Teng, only one person was infected.

    Bacteria are good, bacterial colds, antibiotics can be used.

    In order to be more certain, Ah Sheng tried his best to persuade Qing Bo, and was able to see Cao Teng, who was recuperating behind closed doors. The grandfather felt sorry for the younger generation, for fear that they would catch the cold, and he even ate meals by himself after he became seriously ill.

    "What are you doing here? Don't make a fool of yourself, go out quickly." Cao Teng chased away the guests as soon as he saw her, his voice was hoarse, and he had pharyngitis or tonsillitis.

    Cao Teng sighed, he also missed his precious granddaughter. "What do you want to ask? Did you take down the homework assigned to you? Did Geely cause trouble?"

    A Sheng hit the snake and followed the stick, talking with his grandfather and observing his symptoms. Inflamed tonsils, purulent phlegm, no other symptoms like diarrhea. This is a very typical bacterial infection of the upper respiratory tract, and the amoxicillin provided by the space is just symptomatic. She has verified the effectiveness and safety of this batch of antibiotics several times, and the only thing to watch out for is her grandfather's penicillin allergy.

    Asheng was more cautious this time, carefully weighing the dose and time interval based on previous experience. The ground medicinal powder was then sneaked into my grandfather's **** soup.

    She waited nervously for three days.

    Strangely, from what Qingbo said, Cao Teng has neither symptoms of allergies nor his condition improved.

    Asheng was holding the bun face, could it be that she was misdiagnosed? It shouldn't be.