Next.

After getting up early and having breakfast, Li Changfeng went to the scientific research institute to inspect the progress of the nuclear weapons program.

The equipment has already been manufactured, the radioactive elements are said to have been found, and mining has begun.

Everything is progressing in an orderly manner.

Li Changfeng asked carefully about everything, and this stay was a whole day.

And on this day, a small thing happened in the capital.

Yang Zhiyuan, the son of a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, issued a reward in the capital, and whoever could cure his father would be rewarded with a hundred taels of gold.

Yang Wanli was originally a great Confucian, with a very high prestige in the hearts of scholars, and he liked to be close to the people on weekdays, and proposed many political constructions that were beneficial to the people and were adopted by Emperor Qianwu, and he also had some reputation in the hearts of the people.

So Yang Wanli's dying, coupled with a huge bounty, attracted the attention of many people.

The famous doctors in the capital went to Yang's Mansion for diagnosis and treatment one after another, and after seeing the situation, they all felt that there was no way to return to heaven, so they could only use some secret recipes to hang Yang Wanli's breath.

There are many famous doctors who even spoke out, asking Yang Zhiyuan to prepare for the future, and the entire Yang Mansion fell into a state of grief.

Day 2.

Li Changfeng still got up very early, went to the Ministry of Railways to inspect the work, check the progress of each bid section of the project, and then personally went to the construction site to see the construction quality.

He was very pleased with the results.

Feng Quji, Ye Qingcang, and even Emperor Qianwu have been staring at this matter since he set out on the expedition, and there is no problem in all aspects.

However, during the inspection, Li Changfeng also found that he did not consider the problems when he designed and planned at the beginning, and guided the construction party to rectify it on the spot.

Just when he was busy with these, Yang Wanli's situation became worse and worse, his breath was almost imperceptible, and his life hung by a thread.

Yang Zhiyuan knelt beside the bed and cried bitterly, the old housekeeper on the side thought about it, hesitated for a moment and said, "Young Master, do you want to beg His Royal Highness Li Changfeng?" ”

Yang Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment: "His Royal Highness the Ninth Emperor Prince? ”

"That's right, the penicillin of His Royal Highness the Nine Emperor Princes may be able to save the old man!"

"How is that possible? His method of curing diseases and saving people is completely nonsense, and the rumors in the market should not be believed! ”

"Young master, the matter of delta-wing planes and hot air balloons, people also think it is nonsense, but what is the result?"

Yang Zhiyuan looked hesitant.

Seeing him like this, the housekeeper said again: "For the sake of the master's condition, the old slave once went to seek the famous doctor of the Shen family, but do you know what people say?" ”

The Shen family is a medical family, and its status in the medical field is unshakable, Yang Zhiyuan suddenly became interested: "What did you say?" ”

"People say that the only person who can save the master is penicillin of His Royal Highness the Nine Emperor Princes! This shows that the Shen family has recognized that penicillin is real and effective! ”

"But...... The decoction is injected into the body, which has never been done since ancient times, and it is too unreasonable! ”

Seeing that Yang Zhiyuan was still undecided, the housekeeper was anxious.

"Young Master, was there artillery in ancient times? Does it make sense to grow vegetables in winter? Is it common sense for people to fly to the sky? Don't forget, the best thing His Royal Highness the Nine Emperors is best at is subverting common sense and creating miracles! ”

This time, Yang Zhiyuan finally made up his mind.

"That's right, now I can only rely on His Royal Highness the Nine Emperor Princes, my father is in this situation, what's the harm in giving it a try?!"

"Young Master is wise!"

"Prepare the car, I'm going to go and get penicillin myself!"

……

When Li Changfeng came back from the construction site, as soon as he arrived at the gate of the mansion, a person ran over from a distance and knelt on the ground.

"Please have mercy on Your Highness, save my father!"

Li Changfeng waved his hand to get out of the way of the guards blocking in front and asked, "Who is your father?" What's wrong? Get up and speak. ”

Yang Zhiyuan didn't get up, and arched his hand: "Your Highness, my father's name is Yang Wanli, and he is a scholar of the Hanlin Academy. ”

Hearing this name, Li Changfeng thought about it and had no impression.

The guard on the side reminded in a low voice: "Your Highness, this person is quite prestigious in the hearts of scholars and the people, and he is a celebrity with a very high level of learning. ”

Li Changfeng nodded, revealing a thoughtful look.

Yang Zhiyuan continues.

After he said that Yang Wanli fell into a coma because of the inflammation of the wound, Li Changfeng understood the purpose of his trip, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Sure enough, Yang Zhiyuan kowtowed heavily and said: "I heard that His Highness's penicillin has a miraculous effect in treating wound inflammation, and I also ask His Highness to have mercy and rescue, whether it is successful or not, I will be grateful!" ”

Li Changfeng did not hesitate, and immediately ordered: "Come here, take a bottle of penicillin, take a syringe and go to Yang's mansion to treat Lord Yang." ”

Penicillin is a huge mountain of gold.

Since he returned to Beijing, he has been busy with other things, thinking that he will wait for a while to finish his work before arranging the promotion and listing of penicillin.

Since this Yang Wanli is so famous, his son Yang Zhiyuan even made a heavy reward in order to save his life, which caused a storm in the city.

Once Yang Wanli is cured, this is a free propaganda campaign that will make his penicillin an instant hit and save him a lot of trouble.

Seeing that Li Changfeng agreed so happily, Yang Zhiyuan was naturally grateful.

Li Changfeng didn't take this matter seriously, immediately went home to rest, and got up early the next day to come to the vegetable planting base of the scientific research institute.

Nowadays, all the sweet potatoes grown in this area are cultivated.

In charge of the vegetable planting base is an authentic old farmer, and everyone affectionately calls him Lao Huang.

Lao Huang, who has been planting land for most of his life, never thought that one day he would work under His Royal Highness the Nine Emperor Princes and command hundreds of people.

Therefore, he almost doesn't go home much, and he eats and lives in the planting base, for fear of betraying Li Changfeng's trust, and taking care of these sweet potatoes is more attentive than taking care of his children and grandchildren.

When he heard that Li Changfeng had come to the vegetable planting base, he hurriedly ran over to greet him, and when he saw someone, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Little Lao'er has seen His Highness!"

Li Changfeng smiled: "Lao Huang, right? Get up and speak! ”

Hearing Li Changfeng call him so affectionately, Lao Huang was very excited, and he slammed another one before he got up.

Li Changfeng looked at the sweet potato field behind him, and when he saw that the growth was gratifying, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Well, it looks like it's planted well, when can it be harvested?" ”

Lao Huang thought for a moment and said, "Your Highness, if you compare it with the size of the seeds you gave us at that time, it should be ready to be harvested now." ”

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Li Changfeng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he walked forward quickly, pointed to a very ordinary-growing sweet potato and said, "Dig!" ”

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Lao Huang hurriedly stepped forward, knelt on the ground, picked up a small shovel, and dug it up carefully.

A moment later, six sweet potatoes of different sizes were dug up, and Li Changfeng's eyes couldn't help but light up.

Judging by the size, it has grown mature.

And the yield is not low.

"What about the scale? Take the scale and see how many catties there are! ”

(End of chapter)