Prosperous Tang Soul

Chapter 95
Seeing Sun Simiao's melancholy old face, Zhang Yi knew that their experiment might not have even completed the most basic development.

After all, he sighed in his heart, and saw Sun Simiao walking towards him dragging his tired body.

Now Sun Simiao is no longer half human, his white hair is loose like straw, his eyes are dull, and there are two eye bags the size of copper bells in his eye sockets. Haven't had a good rest.

His footsteps were a little staggering, but he still walked over. It was not until he got close that Sun Simiao uttered a dry voice: "Follow the old Taoist to the Taoist temple!" After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the back mountain with difficulty.

After all, the prescriptions written by myself were not suitable for the Tang Dynasty. In the Tang Dynasty, which had almost no industrial foundation, it was simply an impossible luxury to rely on a group of old Chinese doctors to produce Baichongling.

After walking a long way, Sun Simiao's footsteps slowed down, and he only heard him say: "We have failed!"

The voice was very flat, as if there was no emotion, but Zhang Yi could tell that the seemingly emotionless words were actually filled with shame and self-blame.

There is no doubt that the locust plague is terrible. Although he knew that it was impossible to develop pesticides, Sun Simiao still did it.Not only did he do it himself, but he even pulled a group of imperial doctors to do it together. After more than a month, when the locusts started to emerge, he still failed.

For more than 30 days and nights, Sun Simiao has never even had a peaceful sleep. He would wake up from his dreams every midnight, because the scenes of locust plagues in his early years were like pictures in his mind. reverberate.He was afraid, he was afraid that those scenes would be staged again, so he tried his best to hope that the pesticide could be successfully developed.

Whether it was the recipe given by Zhang Yi or his own idea of ​​using arsenic as the main ingredient, all of them failed.
"Which step did you fail in?" Zhang Yi asked.

"We only produced formaldehyde. We read the wood carbonization method you wrote and tried dozens of times before we succeeded!" Sun Simiao simply sat down on the ground and said with a wry smile: "As for the trichloroethylene in your prescription We can't get aldehydes out at all!"

Not only did Zhang Yi's eyes light up, but he didn't expect that these old Chinese doctors could produce formaldehyde with only a sketchy wood distillation method. This result really surprised him.

According to Zhang Yi's memory, the production of formaldehyde by wood carbonization can be said to have a long history. From the appearance of this method until 1920, it was gradually replaced by other more advanced methods.Although the concentration of formaldehyde produced in this way is slightly lower, it is actually very suitable for making Verchil.

As for chloral, although it is difficult, it is not impossible to do it. Thinking of this, Zhang Yi asked curiously: "Since the Taoist priest has already made formaldehyde, although chloral is a bit difficult, it should not be difficult?"

"The old man beat you to death, lazy bastard!"

Sun Simiao shouted loudly, stood up angrily, slapped Zhang Yi's arm, and said angrily: "Since you know how to do it, why do you have to wait for others to waste time? Do you know that now? There are signs of locust plagues in the whole Guanzhong, and even in many other places, if there is a man-made disaster because of the pesticide, you are the culprit!"

Being slapped was no big deal, but why did I suddenly become the culprit?

Zhang Yi felt that it was necessary for him to clarify this issue with Sun Simiao, so he said, "Sun Daoist, is it a bit abrupt for you to say this? As for your prescription, the younger generation racked their brains to come up with it. Being flattered has become an eternal intoxication?"

"You still have the nerve to say it? Let me ask you, can you do it?" Sun Simiao was still unreasonable.

"No!" Zhang Yi shook his head resolutely, he has become a sinner through the ages, even if he knows it a little bit, he won't know it anymore!

Besides, as a great theoretician, he must have theoretical knowledge, but his hands-on ability is far behind. If he lets himself do experiments, Zhang Yi feels that the sky has turned gray.It's too late for me to hide in this muddy water, so I'm full and stuffed into it?
"Really not?" Sun Simiao was a little incredulous.

In his view, since the person who can tell the way actually says he can't, isn't this obviously a lie?But thinking about it in a blink of an eye, this method is like a prescription. It may not be difficult to remember a prescription, but what about the principle of medication?Those who don't study medicine don't know at all.

Thinking of this, Sun Simiao sighed, then said weakly: "It seems that this plague of locusts is really inevitable!"

After all, my heart is soft!
After tossing in the Taoist temple for two full days and three nights, Zhang Yi finally dragged his extremely exhausted body back to the Viscount's Mansion.He can swear that even riding a horse all the way from Haifeng to Panyu in Lingnan has never been so difficult.

For three whole days and two nights, Sun Simiao and Yue Shiyi, one kept urging, and the other always had a dead face, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.Fortunately, I finally got the chloral, otherwise I don't know how long I would have been tossed by these two uncles.

As soon as he was lying on the bed, Zhang Yi realized that something was wrong. Sun Simiao had lived nearly a hundred years old, and he was wiping tears in front of his face, and he was looking for death. I'm playing a bitter drama!

It never occurred to him that such a seemingly honest and harmless old man would be so proficient at deceiving people.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi was filled with resentment towards Sun Simiao. Of course, he was also filled with a sense of crisis from this society.

The knowledge of chemistry is not something that Tang Dynasty should have. Even its ancestors are still guarding the elixir stove to make alchemy. Will the skill I showed be regarded as a different kind?Thinking about it carefully, Zhang Yi felt that this was definitely not a good sign!

When I tried my best to control myself not to think about those things, a pair of gentle little hands appeared on my head, and at the same time there was a rather disturbed breathing sound.

Then the little hand tapped back and forth on the head very gently, the technique was a little jerky, but it was really comfortable, and the brain cells became active in an instant, and then as time went by, the little hand became a little tired, and the movements were slow. Slower and slower. Slower and slower!

Feeling tight and comfortable, would Zhang Yi be willing to stop?

"Ah!~~" Yun Ren exclaimed in surprise, but stopped dumb as soon as he uttered the sound.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yi squinted his eyes and acted dumbfounded. The moment his eyelashes opened slightly, he saw Yun Ren's little face that was already red and dripping water.

"Young master, you... you just... just now".
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