As an infrastructure student from Beijing Normal University, Li Zhouqiao quickly saw how impregnable the barbed wire fence and the defensive structure of the bunker tunnel were.

I didn't care about being verbose here, and I couldn't wait to build this barbed wire defense structure: "Mountain chief, the students left first." ”

Zhu Shun waved his hand and motioned for him to leave first.

The second disciple Jiao Miao has already distilled sulfuric acid, and the chemical system, especially sulfuric acid, has serious hazards and dangers, so Zhu Shun must personally stare at it for a period of time and guide the second disciple Jiao Miao and others to sort out a complete set of anti-chemical measures.

Zhu Shun didn't want a group of genius students trained by Beijing Normal University, all of whom became pioneers in the chemical system.

The accumulation of hundreds of years of Daming has only spewed out this generation of talents, and because there are no anti-chemical measures, all of them have lost their lives, which will be a devastating blow to the chemical system that is about to be established.

Tongzhou, a tributary of the Chaohe River.

Jiao built a new sulphuric acid distillation laboratory here, as well as a sturdy concrete bungalow.

Zhu Shun walked into this small sulfuric acid dry distillation laboratory, and there was only a monotonous cement yard, and there was not even a jujube tree in the yard, only a bare cement floor.

To the south of the cement yard are several cement bungalows.

opened the heavy cotton curtain and walked in, and the scene in front of him suddenly made Zhu Shun's calm mood and burst into a lot of anger.

In the airtight distillation laboratory, three or four stoves have been built, and glass vessels are set on the stoves, and soap alum is being distilled.

Drops of transparent liquid are dropped into the glass measuring cup below through the glass catheter.

Zhu Shun lifted the cotton curtain, and a strong smell of sulfuric acid came to his face, and he almost couldn't open his eyes.

Jiao Miao and a large number of other genius students were eating with bowls while observing the glass utensils.

It's clearly looking for death.

The efficiency of dry distillation is only 10%, and the remaining 90% of sulfuric acid is evaporated into gas.

Zhu Shun held back his anger and shouted sternly: "Get out of here!" ”

Jiao Miao has devoted almost everything to chemical research over the years, and when he heard someone disturbing his research on the dry distillation of sulfuric acid, the child threw the bowl on the ground in a temper.

Just as he was about to let the man get out, he vaguely felt that the figure of the man was very familiar, and before he could ask, a genius student wearing Western glasses next to him whispered, "It's the mountain chief." ”

When Jiao Miao heard that it was the teacher who came, the child's temper quickly turned into a stiff smile, and he reached out to take the glass measuring cup that had distilled a lot of sulfuric acid.

The shoddy glass measuring cup suddenly broke, and the concentrated sulfuric acid splashed Jiao Miao's hand, seriously burning the back of his hand.

Zhu Shun, who was holding back his anger, immediately panicked and rushed over at the fastest speed in his life: "Miao'er! ”

Zhu Shun rushed out of the sulfuric acid distillation laboratory with Jiao Miao in his arms, his tears were about to fall, and he yelled: "Dry cloth, hurry up and get a dry cloth." ”

Before he finished yelling, Zhu Shun didn't think about it, and directly used the red unicorn suit on the outside of the cotton clothes, a prince's regular clothes that would be treated as an heirloom, and vigorously wiped off the concentrated sulfuric acid on Jiao Miao's hands: "Salt!" “

"Yuanchi hurry up and find the salt and melt it in the water."

Fortunately, Zhu Shun is here today and knows that he can't use clean water to clean concentrated sulfuric acid, which will release more heat, otherwise Jiao Miao's hands will be wasted.

The poor unicorn suit on Zhu Shun's body, which was less than the entire Ming King, corroded a lot of small black holes, and it was completely impossible to wear.

He didn't care, he hurriedly took the salt water from the man of the iron tower and carefully cleaned the back of Jiao Miao's hand.

Jiao Miao just smiled stiffly.

Zhu Shun cleaned the back of the three disciples' severely burned hands, washed and washed, his eyes couldn't help but turn red, and he scolded: "The teacher has long said that before the teacher comes, it is not allowed to dry distill sulfuric acid." ”

After cleaning the back of his hand, Zhu Shun looked at Jiao Miao, raised his hand and slapped Jiao Miao's face.

The wooden boy who was not good at words still smiled stiffly and did not cry.

Instead, he comforted his teacher.

"Teacher, it's okay, it doesn't hurt."

When Zhu Shun heard the sentence that it didn't hurt, his eyes were hot, and he suddenly raised his head, not knowing whether he didn't want to see his disciple or whether he didn't want his disciple to see him.

Doesn't it hurt?

How can it not hurt, this kind of pain burned by sulfuric acid can torture the determined middle-aged people to roll on the ground.

Jiao Miao, how could a teenager endure this kind of pain.

Smile stiffly and don't cry.

Just because of one thing.

Because Jiao Miao knew that as long as he showed a little painful expression, the teacher would feel even more uncomfortable and guilty.

Zhu Shun took a deep breath of the cold wind in winter, exhaled a long breath of turbidity, and helped Jiao Miao into the upside-down seat.

Several disabled veterans who had to keep vigil at night were sleeping on the Chase bunk, and when they heard the movement, they quickly woke up.

When the disabled old man saw Zhu Shun walk in, he didn't speak, crawled out of the futon, clutched the flintlock smoothbore gun next to the pillow, and went to squeeze it in the inverted seat next door.

Zhu Shun helped Jiao Miao to the Chase bunk, helped him undress, let him get into the still hot bedding, and said with a straight face: "Cultivate for half a month first, and wait until the teacher teaches you the anti-chemical measures and sulfuric acid tank, and then talk about the dry distillation of sulfuric acid." ”

After Zhu Shun finished scolding Jiao Miao, he turned to look at the genius students, who were at a loss and cramped to the side, and the genius students who were more or less injured by chemical products.

The lighter ones have a sparse bun on the scalp and severe hair loss.

Seriously, he is still a young genius student, but like an old man of ancient age, there are only a few teeth left behind.

Seeing this situation, Zhu Shun was a little out of breath.

He knew that this was an inevitable scene of industrialization, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in his heart.

Zhu Shun tried to calm down and asked calmly, "How much is your monthly money every month?" ”

A genius student who only had a few teeth left scratched his head and said, "The mountain chief doesn't want money, if it weren't for the mountain chief, I would have starved to death, what money do you want." ”

Zhu Shun looked at the other genius students, all of them were innocent and natural, and his heart was even more uncomfortable.

Since it is impossible to make these chemical geniuses not study the chemical system, the only thing Zhu Shun can do is to let these chemical geniuses who do not ask for anything in return get the rewards they deserve: "From today onwards, students who study the chemical system will be paid five taels of silver per month." ”

It's just five taels of silver.

The chemistry geniuses were all moved to kneel down and kowtow to Zhu Shun.

Five taels of silver a month, but sixty taels of silver a year.

In Zhu Shun's view, the mere sixty taels of silver are not worth mentioning at all for their contributions to the country and the nation at the risk of their lives.