Zhao Huan looked at Chen Zimei, who had been scoring points continuously, and was impressed by him, and already wanted Chen Chong to go home to inherit the family business and let Chen Zimei enter the court as an official.

How did this eyesight get mixed up with the seal and go to the official in the first place?

"Oh? But it doesn't hurt to say that. Zhao Huan said.

"There are no thin horses in the grass people's families, but they know that there are many people who are private Kunlun slaves, and the ministers think that they can use Kunlun slaves to test the law, but they are just barbarians anyway." Chen Zimei said with a smile.

Zhao Huan frowned and thought about it, of course he didn't think about any topics such as human rights and equality, in the worldview of the Great Song Dynasty, which still regards Huayi's distinction as the mainstream, in the eyes of others, it is a madman.

If you want to become a naturalized person, you must at least be the child of the minister of a country to be eligible. In this era, if you want to be a Song person, even if you have to pay your life, after all, you can bless future generations.

If you want to be the dog of the Great Song Dynasty, it is also necessary to pick one.

He was thinking that after all, his skin color was different, and if the test was successful on Kunlun Nu, he couldn't use it on the Song people, it would be too troublesome.

"How are these Kunlun slaves in condition?" Zhao Huan asked.

"Most of them came from Nanyang, and most of them occupied the city." Chen Zimei replied honestly.

Champa? Then no problem.

Zhancheng is not far from the Great Song Dynasty, all in the border of Jiaozhi, the Qin and Han remnants gathered called Li Dynasty, and the local aborigines gathered called Zhancheng, but left and right escaped not Asia this circle.

"And this wolf poison taro, Hu Yuan, you also take this away for research and research, and see if you can produce some results." Zhao Huan handed over the Lingnan wolf poison taro to Hu Yuan to deal with.

Hu Yuan looked at the wolf poison taro in surprise and said, "Could it be that this is the dripping Guanyin?!" ”

Hu Yuan took the wolf poison taro, passed through the secret room of the gate of the Daodao, and came to his own poison room.

Although he used only one word in the temple to explain the pathogenic principle of the small Sumeru worm, the process of discovery was not easy.

The mandrill, which had been with him for four years, died in his experiments.

When the mandrill finally closed its eyes, Hu Yuan stayed in the secret room and cried for a long time.

Only he can enter the secret room, and he has to carry an eagle's beak and a hood, and the huge secret room is full of bottles and cans, and the slightest carelessness is a miserable death.

He was afraid of death, afraid that one day, like the mandrill, he would die in this poison room, and no one would know that the corpse would stink.

Fortunately, the official family will soon send new mandrills over for him to use in experiments.

On the experimental table, there are countless glassware, these are Wang Sanpin Wang Chongyang, boiling water in Cizhou, with fired glassware.

When the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty returned from his expedition to Hedong, these small utensils that were tinkered with by the military weapons supervisor outside the city were really useful.

On the table is a large eyepiece, as well as a specially produced candle candle stand, which is to make it easier to see the small Sumeru insects that can only be seen in the eyepieces.

"The anthrax small Sumeru insect filtered from the blood of chickens, short rod-shaped, like a bamboo, half the size of blood, has been given the name anthrax by the official family, and you have not come to this world in vain." Hu Yuan looked at a closed glassware and said with a smile.

From the blood of the chicken that survived the plague, he filtered out the small Sumeru worm that was not found in ordinary chickens, and this filtration process was also a bucket filter that he created himself.

The small filter on the table with a handle that could be shaken, was his proud invention, originally designed for penicillium suspension, but it turned out to be useless at all, but it was very useful for filtration.

Intentionally planting flowers does not bloom, and unintentionally planting willows and willows into the shade.

This anthrax minus insect filtered out with the word A will not make any animal sick, but the anthrax minus mere insect brought back from Liaodong will kill the mandrill.

The mandrill died, and died in the anthrax small Sumeru worm brought from Liaodong, as a control, the anthrax small Sumeru worm from the blood of the surviving chicken, but there was no abnormality.

And like the method of human pox, as long as the chicken blood is hit, you will not be infected with anthrax again.

All he had to do now was to figure out whether the chickens played a role or the temperature played a role.

If you find a way to detoxify, you can follow the example of human pox and save the people of the world.

The game behind the wool economy, Hu Yuan does not quite understand.

After all, the Kerebu and the Great Song Dynasty were on good terms, and they did not become enemies of the Great Song Dynasty, nor did they help the Jin State, and the Jin Kingdom was also unable to sustain the grain and grass because of the wool incident, and they were constrained everywhere, which was all superficial things he saw.

But Hu Yuan knew that the will of the official family could not be violated, and the sooner he studied and understood, the safer the Datong craftsmen who sorted the wool would become.

He took out the mask produced by Tang Hong's textile institute, which was multi-layered cotton and extremely densely knitted, and even the textile institute could not produce too much in a day, and all of them were sent to Ezhou.

"In ancient times, Shennong tasted white grass, and now there is Hu Yuan to try the mask, hehe, try it!" Hu Yuan smiled self-deprecatingly, picked up the eyepiece, and began to compare the size of the knitted hole and the small Sumeru insect.

Of course he wouldn't bring it himself, to see if he would get sick, he had a sense of self-sacrifice and wasn't stupid enough to deliberately send him to death.

The results showed that it was not satisfactory naturally. It is completely enough for ordinary people, but for people like Hu Yuan, who stay in the secret room every day and mess with the poison jar day and night, it is better not to take risks.

In comparison, he trusts his olecranon more.

"Get to work!" Hu Yuan stretched his waist and continued his research, the anthrax must be found before the next wool harvest season, otherwise it will die again.

At this time in Qingtang, Yue Fei organized his own back army, put on armor, and directly opposite him was the old department of Remnant Liao.

"Has the grain and grass on the Yongxing Military Road arrived?" Yue Fei took the clairvoyant mirror and carefully observed the enemy's formation.

He summed it up in two words, garbage.

Of course, to put it mildly, the Great Song army is about to win a devastating victory.

But before meeting this great victory, knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can not be defeated. Obviously, the enemy is weak, but the ability to restrain yourself is not bad.

The problem is the grain.

"The grain and grass on the Yongxing Military Road are still on the road, and I brought some when I came out of the Hetao, and the Xixia side gave another 70,000 stones, if it really starts, we will have 70,000 people, and it will be no problem to eat for a few months." Zhang Xian knew what Yue Fei was asking.

Qin Fenglu was responsible for escorting the grain and grass from Bianjing, mainly Jinhua ham and other meat, while Yongxing Junlu was responsible for escorting the grain from Hedong Road, mainly rice and noodles.

But the meat has already arrived, and the rice and noodles are still on the way.

"It's really bold." Yue Fei shook his head, the age of the planter was too old, and he could no longer suppress the oil of the Yongxing Military Road.

In fact, the purpose of the Yongxing Military Road is very simple, to start with grain and grass and hinder the offensive pace of the Hejian Army, that is, to hinder Yue Fei's achievements.

In the eyes of the group of oilers on the Yongxing Military Road, the credit of Western Xia is theirs!

As a result, he was robbed by Yue Fei!

Now Yue Fei wants to rob them of their exploits in Qingtang again!

Naturally, they have to use their brains a little bit.

Since the official family sent Yue Fei to attack from Dongshengwei to deter Western Xia, Yue Fei knew that he and this group of oilers on the Yongxing Military Road were completely settled.

That's why he suppressed Sun Yi, because Sun Yi was born in Yongxing Military Road.

No one can be friends with the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty, such a person is too dangerous, for Sun Yi, on the one hand, Yue Fei really can't see Sun Yi's tail cocked to the sky, he doesn't have much ability, and he actually dares to pry the emperor's face! Living until now, it is the benevolence of the official family, cherishing talents, and the appearance of the eldest in the sky, the second in the earth, and I am dying of old age.

Of course, this is also his means of self-preservation.

"A few catties of rice can stop the pace of my Great Song Iron Cavalry? This is too much to look down on my Hejian Army. Yue Fei drove forward and shouted loudly: "Tangyin Yue Fei is here!" Someone is here! ”

"Tang Yin Yue Fei is here!" The voice of the back army sounded behind Yue Fei, like a landslide and a tsunami.

A huge wave of sound reached the Khitan army, and the people and horses were convulsed, and the Khitan general frowned and asked: "The Han people have the surname Tangyin?" ”