The sky is extremely blue, because it has just been washed by a light snow in early winter. This light snow washed the blue sky and turned into a thin layer, covering the earth far and near, and the whole world was transparent and clean.

A convoy of horses rolled by, crushing the snow, revealing a winding asphalt road.

Zhang Meixi lifted the curtain on the carriage and took a deep breath of the fresh air in the wilderness, which was very comfortable.

Mrs. Zhang, who was sitting next to her, was anxious:

"Hurry up and put the curtain down, what should I do if I get the wind and catch a cold? You are so young, how can I rest assured that I will go to Shanghai alone. ”

Zhang Meixi deliberately said in a very surprised tone:

"How can it be a person, aren't the three young masters of the Zhou family all going? There are also little peach apricots, and those housekeepers and soldiers, who don't look like they're going to study, but like they're going to war. ”

"Those people don't do anything."

Mrs. Zhang took pity on her girl in her arms and handed her a cup of hot grapefruit juice:

"If you have to go out at this time, why can't you wait until the winter, and then the New Year, the spring is warm, and then there will be filial piety, you can prepare more bright clothes."

Zhang Meixi smiled and warmed her hands with grapefruit juice handed over by Mrs. Zhang:

"It's good to drink more of this, to prevent radiation sickness, and to study, you must hurry up, otherwise this winter will not be wasted."

Mrs. Zhang once again expressed her attitude:

"Your body is important, and when it comes to studying, the girl's family is so-so, and this time it's for you to go out and have some knowledge."

Zhang Meixi smiled:

"Yes, the materials in Shanghai are all fashionable, and the clothes are all up-to-date, but I can see a lot of them!"

As soon as Mrs. Zhang heard about the clothing materials, she became interested and told her daughter about what happened in Shanghai when she was young.

At this time, the carriage slowly stopped.

The steward came over and replied:

"There is a foreign devil's car coming from the opposite side, and the three young masters of the Zhou family don't want to give way to them."

Mrs. Zhou frowned slightly:

"Forget about the second and third children of the Zhou family, you really shouldn't let the boss of the Zhou family send you, I look at that child, yes with a demon king of the mixed world."

As long as Zhang Meixi can go to Shanghai, everything is compromised, and she hurriedly appeases Mrs. Zhou:

"There's Daddy there!"

The eldest girl of the Zhang family is going to Shanghai to study, and the young master on Tuesday and Wednesday are also going together, and the young master Zhou is the escort.

Although the two husband and wife, Uncle Zhang and Mrs. Zhang, did not personally send them to Shanghai, they still insisted on sending them to Qingdao to board the ship.

Uncle Zhang, who escorted his daughter to Qingdao to board the ship, didn't want to do much, so the dispute was quickly resolved.

The Zhang family's convoy leaned to the side.

Zhang Meixi lifted the curtain of the carriage and saw an antique car with an old style driving by, the oldest kind, with a very exaggerated shape, protruding like a frog, and the headlights were large and round.

It was already winter, the car was still open-topped, and a middle-aged white man wearing a high-topped wide-brimmed gentleman's hat stood in the passenger seat, looking over coldly.

Zhang Meixi put down the curtain in disgust, since the evening sunshine, this ancient and heavy land has been a semi-colony of Westerners.

Thanks to the enlightened atmosphere of the Republic of China. As a girl, I can have the opportunity to go to Shanghai to study, and when I arrive in Shanghai, I can let go of my hands and feet, at least in the pharmaceutical industry, and contribute to this troubled land.

In Zhang Meixi's plan, she will set sail from Qingdao and slowly start her career in Shanghai.

But she didn't know that she had actually made a name for herself outside, and the middle-aged white man in the sedan was here for her.

During last year's drought, Ms. Zhang mailed $200 to a well-known law firm in the United Kingdom, Rege & Gray, entrusting them to register a patent for the production of penicillin worldwide.

The law firm quickly completed Ms. Zhang's commission, but it was followed by well-known pharmaceutical businessmen and researchers.

Ruige Law Firm found a problem with Yan zhòng, they could not find the address of the patent contact person, only the name of the patent owner, Mr. Shandong Ping'an.

In the end, the firm took into account the huge economic value of this patent, and as far as they knew, the ancient oriental country, despite all its ignorance and backwardness, still had its own uniqueness in medicine.

So I raised a sum of money from those pharmaceutical merchants and sent a shrewd and capable middle-aged lawyer, Mr. Pauli, to China to find someone.

Mr. Pauli's first stop was in Shanghai, where he began to publish newspapers looking for people.

It was a great harvest for several days, and many people came to him with newspapers in hand every day.

Most of them recommended China's famous doctors to him, and there were also gangs of rivers and lakes who came to Mao Sui to recommend themselves to cure all diseases.

Mr. Pauli also met with several rumored famous Chinese doctors, and listened to what they said:

What is the harmony of yin and yang, what is the five elements of gold and wood, acupuncture and cupping, looking and hearing.

Pauli had no way of judging, so he sent a telegram to the headquarters, asking them to send a professional appraiser. The professional appraisers had not waited, and the British fellows who had been mixed in the Shanghai Concession for many years gave him a clue:

"Shandong is a big name, Ping'an is a small place name, Mr. Shandong Ping'an, should be a famous doctor who lives in Ping'an, Shandong."

It has to be said that this inference is infinitely close to reality.

Mr. Pauli also felt that it was right, so he bought a ferry ticket from Shanghai, got off the boat in Qingdao, rented a car and a guide, and went straight to Ping'an County, Shandong.

Mr. Pauli was full of the famous doctor, Mr. Ping'an of Shandong, and naturally he didn't care about the caravan he encountered on the road, let alone a little girl in the caravan who opened the curtain to look at him.

Mr. Pauli galloped all the way to Ping'an, Shandong, and immediately contacted a gentleman, a kind county magistrate, and a doctor who had studied in England.

This doctor whose front incisors are all inlaid with gold (the genuine front teeth were knocked out by Master Zhou) introduced him to several well-known famous doctors in the county.

The famous doctors recited to him, the harmony of yin and yang, the five elements of gold and wood, acupuncture and cupping, looking and smelling, asking and cutting, selling a few packets of lime powder to him, and then respectfully sending him away.

I have to say that this Mr. Pauli was very lucky, because, one or two decades earlier, when the local sect and the foreign priests were in dispute, this place was the most powerful place to kill foreigners.

This Mr. Pauli was considered to have entered the bandits' den, and he was able to get out safely after entering the bandits' den, and made a very fair deal, and bought several large bags of lime powder for two hundred pounds. What a blessing.

Although Mr. Pauli returned to Shanghai, after seeing the professionals sent by the headquarters, he closed the door alone and cried for a while.

However, decades later, whenever he mentions that he has been to the hometown of the famous Dr. Ping'an of Shandong, this Mr. Pauli is still quite proud.