Xu San didn't know the expiration date of this thing.

Medicines are originally rigorous things, and without the support of experimental data, Xu San can't guess.

If you want to know the specific results, you may have to find an opportunity to ask Nanako.

Put it away, and plan to hand it over to Zhang Fengling for a while, so that she can seal it and keep it in the ice cellar of the Ji family.

After pouring it out, Dong Jinbao handed over a small notebook to Xu San, and after Xu San looked through it, he found that this was Dong Jinbao's notes on gunpowder and penicillin, which were very concise and full of dry goods.

"Give this to me. And this part of gunpowder is too sensitive. Xu San took the small notebook, thought about it for a while, and tore it from the middle, half of it was about gunpowder, and the other half was about penicillin, "I keep the part of penicillin, destroy the gunpowder, the devil values the formula of Hei Sojin very much." ”

Dong Jinbao took half of the notebook, "What I said is reasonable, but I was negligent." ”

As he spoke, he took out a match and burned it, "It's been almost a year in the distance, and it's the most fulfilling period of my years as a soldier, so I want to leave something behind." ”

"Comrade, you gave me something, and I can't let you leave empty-handed."

Dong Jinbao's eyes lit up, "What do you want to give me?" ”

"I'm here to eat today, I didn't bring it, I'll ask someone to bring it to you later."

"Then I'll see."

On the third day, Dong Jinbao received a bulletproof vest when he was too far away, although it looked a little shabby, but he knew that it was something that Xu San gave him to save his life.

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It has been several days since the end of the first phase of the Hundred Regiments War, and these days the main forces are basically repairing, and the bosses are also working intensively to improve the plan for the second phase, but when the plan is formulated, there is a little deviation.

Prices!

I don't know what the reason is, but recently, the price of grain in western Jinxi has been rising and falling three or four times a day, so that the comrades in charge of procurement do not dare to act rashly with money in their hands.

The soldiers and horses did not move, and the grain and grass went first.

Without enough food to support, this second stage may not be easy to fight.

The brigade commander took off his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his dry nose, and said helplessly, "Grain, grain!" Unexpectedly, this is about to go to war, and the price of this grain is starting to make trouble again. ”

"It's been half a month since the price of food rose slightly, and I look like those black-hearted capitalists are making trouble!" A staff officer chimed in.

"No matter how much you make a demon, you have to buy it! If it really doesn't work, let the troops raise their own food first and see if they can borrow some from the people. When the devil has money after fighting, let's fill this hole. ”

"Our team has done this before, but it has a mass base. At present, most of the troops are in enemy-occupied areas, and it is estimated that there is not much surplus food for the people's families. ”

The staff officers discussed and came up with a lot of ideas, but none of them could cope with the problems at hand.

The brigade commander's courage is still very great, he put on his glasses, "I can't wait, let the comrades who purchased it sell grain immediately." ”

"But the current price of grain has almost doubled, we buy it at this time, in terms of quantity, I'm afraid it's not enough!" Some staff officers questioned it.

"Afraid of what? You have to buy it if it's expensive, and you can only fight when you're full! The brigade commander said, adjusting slightly on the combat map, "This time, in addition to completing the necessary tasks, we also have to engage in a few side jobs when we are free." ”

"What side hustle?" Someone asked.

"Grab food!"

As he spoke, the brigade commander drew a few red circles on the map.

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As the mastermind behind the manipulation of grain prices this time, Xu San did not know the difficulties of the Eighth Route Army at the moment.

He is a time-traveler, he is not a god, and even if he knows history, he is quite limited.

Although there are such tools as walkie-talkies, they are not always available, not to mention that communication regulations must be followed.

Since confirming the plan with Seiichi Oshima, Xu San contacted the Ji family, as well as the old Wang next door, plus Chu Liang's Kurosawa to start the layout together, and of course, Yamamoto was also involved.

After more than ten days of hard work, the grain price in western Jinxi can basically be said to be under control.

If ordinary people might be like this, they would be satisfied, but Xu San didn't think so.

He's going to play big, he's going to take this opportunity to play big!

Not only do they have to store grain, but they also have to rob money in the hands of those profiteers.

The price of food has doubled, and this price is acceptable for families with some savings, but it is unacceptable for most people, and if it is maintained, it is estimated that there will be a situation of starvation to death.

Looking at the grain prices in various regions sorted out by Wang Zhenzhen, Xu San sighed faintly and said, "Tomorrow, let's get some grain, let the grain price drop a little, and let the people buy some grain first." ”

"Yes, Teacher!" Wang Zhenzhen agreed, "However, according to the teacher's plan, this price reduction seems to be a bit inappropriate." ”

"The first drop is to provide tension for the price increase again, just like pulling a bow." Xu San said pretendly.

"Hehe, it's the teacher that you have a good heart, and you're afraid that the people will starve, right?" Wang Zhenzhen said with a smile.

"I'm from Dongying, and it's my business whether the people of China live or die." Xu San glanced at Wang Zhenzhen and said angrily.

The office was closed, the board was closed, and it was nightfall, when there was a sharp knock on the door.

A cool breeze blew, which made Wang Zhenzhen have a cold war, and she took the opportunity to stick it on Xu San, "Teacher, it's late, who is it!?" ”

Xu Sanyi pushed it away, "It should be Kurosawa Daisa's person, who came to deliver food stamps." ”

"Is that the kind of bill you are talking about?" Wang Zhenzhen asked.

"Hmm!" Xu San nodded, got up and went to open the door, while Wang Zhenzhen sorted out the documents on the desk.

When he opened the door, the first thing he saw was a second lieutenant, and when he saw Xu San, he immediately saluted, "Hello, Mr. Edogawa!" ”

"Hello, Lieutenant Takeda!" Xu San smiled and bowed back.

"It was Kurosawa Daisa who asked me to hand it over to you!" Lieutenant Takeda said as he handed a suitcase to Xu San.

Taking the suitcase, Xu San said politely, "Come in and have a cup of tea." ”

"Nope! Military affairs do not dare to delay. After Takeda excused himself, he turned around and got into the jeep behind him.

Wang Zhenzhen stood behind Xu San, looked at the departing Lieutenant Takeda and asked, "Why is this person in a hurry?" ”

"What we do is not very glorious, of course, the joint transaction has to be sneaky, as fast as possible." Xu San poked his head out of the door with a sly eyebrow as he spoke, then quickly retracted it, and immediately closed the door.

The box was heavy, and it took Wang Zhenzhen a lot of effort to drag it to the desk.

"Teacher, can I take a look?"

"Look!"

The box was opened, revealing neat stacks of reddish-brown bills.

The face value on the bill is not yuan, but "jin".