Xu Mochen drove to Leng Palace.
Strictly speaking, it shouldn't be called the Cold Palace, because there is no more lively place in the palace than here.
However, Tang Derun still has some magical powers, and he has recently been upgraded to the seventh level of the Blood Training Realm, which is equivalent to the early stage of the Golden Core Realm.
He has set up restrictions in this area. Although it is not as good as that of the Magician Sect, coupled with the national destiny of the palace, it can also resist the prying eyes of immortal cultivators.
When Xu Mochen arrived, what he saw was a group of busy people with bare chests and backs, walking in and out, all covered in sweat.
"Tang Aiqing," Xu Mochen was silent for a long time, "Although my harem is vacant and this cold palace is just a decoration, it would not be good if someone saw this."
The palace can resist immortal cultivators, but it cannot prevent human officials from entering and exiting.
Especially the newly appointed censors of the Metropolitan Procuratorate are all human race.
It would be really troublesome if they made a noise.
There have been many scandals about him, Xie Bumin.
Tang Derun apologized: "Your Majesty, this is because I didn't think enough about it at the beginning. From now on, I will immediately look for a more suitable place so as not to disturb Your Majesty."
Xu Mochen nodded: "The opponent is an immortal cultivator. It is naturally difficult to hide the truth from the sky. Thank you for your help."
Tang Derun said that this is what he eats.
Xu Mochen then walked inside and looked at the people coming and going, including big laborers, doctors, and even monks.
No, if word spreads that the harem is unclear, it will be enough for me to drink a pot.
He was wearing casual clothes, and no one else knew him. He was just doing his own thing in a hurry.
Entering the yard, Xu Mochen discovered that at some point, there were many more tanks, large and small.
Zhao Lingbo, Princess Yong'an, was surrounded by five or six bald monks, discussing something.
Xu Mochen frowned and walked over: "Princess Princess, what happened."
Upon hearing this voice, the tips of Zhao Lingbo's ears turned red. She calmed down and turned around to salute, but Xu Mochen grabbed her and said, "No need."
"Your Majesty." She could only nod.
When the people around him heard this, they were all shocked and wanted to salute again. Xu Mochen didn't like this and hurriedly waved his hands: "No need to worry, just go and do your own thing."
But with the emperor here, who dares to speak? The originally noisy Leng Palace immediately became quiet.
Zhao Lingbo pursed his lips and smiled: "Your Majesty, do you still remember what I said about making mustard juice? These are the eminent monks from Tiantai Temple in the south."
Xu Mochen's eyes fell on several monks.
One of them, who should be of higher seniority, performed Buddhist rituals: "Your Majesty, monks do not understand secular etiquette, please forgive me.
The so-called eminent monk is just a compliment from the princess, and the poor monk and others are too ashamed to deserve it.
The princess and the poor monk have discussed the cause and effect of the matter. In fact, it feels shameful to say that the mustard juice in Tiantai Temple was accidentally discovered by an ancestor, a distinguished monk, and it has been passed down to this day. "
Xu Mochen remembered that it was the "old mustard marinade" he was talking about.
"There is no need to belittle yourself." Although Xu Mochen comes from the 21st century and has a certain technological vision, he definitely does not despise the ancients and the ideas of inheritance. On the contrary, he is very interested in it. "You can find valuable things in life. Over time, It’s already very difficult to settle down.”
Several monks looked at each other and smiled.
"There are limitations." This is a factor of the times. Xu Mochen is very clear. "Your method is right, but the time is too long and the output is too low. Of course, I don't mean to deny you.
For example, when you came here, you should already know that this thing is called penicillin, and what I am concerned about is how to increase their production. "
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty," the monk put on a tall hat first, "I am truly lucky to be able to participate. This has opened the eyes of the poor monk and others. Your Majesty is really the reincarnation of the Buddha."
Xu Mochen shook his head, Lord Buddha, forget it, after all, the harem will be opened in a few days.
You will know immediately whether it is meat or vegetarian.
"The poor monk and the princess have been trying new methods these days," the monk said matter-of-factly, "Originally I just relied on feeling, but your majesty has some kind of mirror... some kind of mirror, which can see things that are difficult for ordinary people to see with the naked eye, that is Buddha eyes.
Coupled with the princess's unparalleled intelligence, through repeated tests over time, the poor monk and others have obtained a certain level of breeding methods that can greatly increase the amount of penicillin. "
Xu Mochen was stunned for a moment. The method he first proposed was actually very primitive.
It is possible to refine small-dose penicillin products, but mass production is still far away.
Now, they say they've found a new way.
He remembered that even before the unification of China, Blue Star did not dare to say that it had mastered similar technology.
His doubtful eyes fell on Zhao Lingbo.
The latter's cheeks were flushed with excitement, and a pair of watery eyes blinked desperately.
"Let me introduce it to the poor monk," the monk began to explain. "After careful inspection with a microscope, we found that Penicillium is actually different.
After repeated attempts, one of them reproduced very quickly, so we cultured it independently.
Of course, this is divided into several steps and some additions. "
Xu Mochen's thoughts began to come alive.
Although he is a time traveler, he is not a being with omnipotence and mastery of all knowledge.
He knows about penicillin, its basic pharmacology, and the key to cultivating and refining it, but that does not mean that he is an expert in this field.
In the end, he just started, and the mortals of this world soon followed.
Even beyond his expectations.
On the one hand, there are people who guide the way, and there are also the support of spiritual cultivation, magic and supernatural powers; on the other hand, there is a lot of wisdom from the ancients, which is actually just a touch off.
For example, the monks of Tiantai Temple who developed the original penicillin through self-awareness.
There are limitations to their achievements simply because they lack a platform.
When Xu Mochen built the platform, they had already started pouring the foundation.
Xu Mochen took a deep breath: "Princess Princess, distinguished monks, how much can be purified and produced in this way?"
The monk smiled: "Your Majesty, it is still in the conservative stage, and the poor monk cannot guarantee it, because we are still exploring some additional necessary items."
Zhao Lingbo handed over a notebook as if asking for credit. It was full of words, densely packed with the names of various items.
Xu Mochen glanced at it, including acid, alkali, etc.
In other words, this group of people had entered the field of chemistry before he knew it.
They may not have a complete understanding yet, but through countless experiments, they are finding the right path.
Xu Mochen never thought that the ancients could make such inferences.
Perhaps, in any era, there may be a process of slow and progressive improvement in human IQ. What is lacking is just the opening of a door.
In this case, I am willing to be the first one to open this door!
