Dress to be a celebrity

He returned home by car, which was slower than riding a horse, but Huan Ling still didn't come back when he got home for a long time. On the contrary, his elder brother came to the door first, and when he met him, he scolded him: "Yesterday, Mr. Huan... the old man returned home. You are afraid that Huan Ling will be sad, so you can just spend the night with him. Why don't you go home today? Don't you have a place to live at home? Could it be that you are planning to leave your second parents behind and live in his house from now on? gone?"

Of course Song Shi didn't mean that, it's just that he had too much activity last night, and now it's a little inconvenient to move around. He was afraid that he would show his face when he went home and let his parents and sister-in-law see...

How embarrassing is that?

No matter how he was fooled in front of the leader, he had to do the same in front of his elder brother: "Elder brother is serious, why am I willing to leave home. It's just that his family has left Beijing for the past two days, and he can only see things and think about others in this yard." , as a farewell, so stay here with him for two days. By the way, I have to use the glass factory at home for something. If the elder brother doesn’t come to look for me, I will go back to find the elder brother.”

Brother Song was satisfied when he knew that he was still willing to go home, and when he heard that he wanted glassware made at home, he asked, "What do you want? Is it a gift or for your own use, a water cup or a pot for decoration?"

The glass recipes and technology of their family were brought over by Mr. Song when he was an official in the south. They don’t make fine ornaments on weekdays, but they can burn high-temperature resistant soda-lime glass. Song Shi wanted to order a set of colorless glass. Transparent chemical laboratory utensils, try to use "Wu Ming Yi" to make potassium permanganate.

These glassware were burned when he built a factory in Guangxi to prepare chemical fertilizers and pesticides, and the skilled workers brought from the south knew how to do it.However, at that time, the shape was uneven and the measurement was not accurate. Now with vernier calipers, it can be done more accurately.

As for ironware such as crucible tongs, iron stands, and tripods, you can find craftsmen in Beijing to make them.

Song Xiaodao: "These things are easy to make, and you can get them in ten days. What kind of medicine do you want to mix? Or that fertilizer? Our family has moved to Beijing now, and you have become a Qing Dynasty Imperial Academy. Why bother with this farmer?" The things I use..."

He was very puzzled by his younger brother's love for pesticides, but his own children love him, so he can give whatever he wants, as long as he asks.He wrote down what his younger brother wanted, and persuaded him: "There are only a few people living in this house, and it's not safe at night, so why don't you ask him to go back with us. Even if there is any affection for family, he and you will... also I have worshiped my righteous brother, won't I see my relatives when I see you?"

Song Shi wanted these experimental utensils just to have a good reason to stay here to recuperate, how could he be willing to go home after two days.He said honestly: "No, no, I'm studying the unnamed strangeness brought by Huan San from the border. It's inconvenient to get home. This medicine is a wonderful medicine used by border soldiers to treat wounds, festering, sores and carbuncles." , It can even be used to connect bones and flesh. I think that the medicines picked directly from the soil are all miraculous, and if they are processed again, they will become more effective medicines."

But he tried to refine the medicine, and found that it was poisonous, and it could poison fish if it fell into the water.They have a lot of family members and have children. If any child gets poisoned, wouldn't he have harmed his own family?

But dare not do it at home.

The Huan family no longer has this problem.His house is now empty except for Huan Ling, who lives in the courtyard. It's not like their family lives on the edge of Xiya Haizi. .But the house here is not far from the imperial city. There is only a sweet water well in the west courtyard in the whole house. If you are farther away, you won't be afraid of the drinking water being polluted.

Huan Ling also read two medical books in private, and he could even be his assistant.When will he prepare the medicine, and when will the two of them go home to live again.

His elder brother frowned and said: "Then you can find a doctor to do it? You don't have to do it yourself. You are also a Hanlin now—"

Song Shi took advantage of the situation and said: "Brother is right. I almost forgot. Today I came up with a way to add pages to the bibliography when I was compiling a book with Master Zeng. Come out and play Lu Ge Lao, I will catch up tonight."

Although the eldest brother knew that this was an excuse for him not to return home, he was afraid that Huan's house was far away from theirs, and running back and forth would waste time, and he would not be able to write anything that night, so he had to compromise: "Forget it, you can just live here , I’ll just go back and get scolded for you.”

No wonder people say, "When you marry a daughter-in-law, you forget your mother." His younger brother had just broken his sleeve and hadn't been married before, so he regarded Huan Ling as closer to his father, mother, brother and sister-in-law.

The one who married someone else's daughter wanted to live in his own house anyway, his younger brother found a rich family man, and moved to live in someone else's house within a few days...

Brother Song left with a sigh of relief, Song Shi sent his elder brother out of the gate, and ordered people to remove the tea and fruits for the guests, and prepare dinner, and wait for Huan Ling to come back.

He is very busy now. He has to read several papers on the Jinjiang literature website on the purification of manganese dioxide (mainly pyrolusite) and the preparation of potassium permanganate from manganese dioxide. He has to convert ancient and modern units of measurement to calculate the formula. Than accurate material mass...

Forget it, Huan Ling is good at mathematics, and I will leave it to him to do the calculation later.

He has to think about new papers to save some time and recharge his Jinjiang.com.But having said that, the short papers he wrote on the Royal Collection of Books these days are relatively esoteric and difficult, and I don’t think there are any old manuscripts, but the “books” mentioned by Brother Huan last night are more likely to attract the editor’s attention.

Sigh, I can't be called "little senior brother" in the future, but it's really not small...

He climbed onto the kang, leaned on the bed with two pillows, and pulled out a new quilt to cover it.The fluffy and warm quilt hooks the person drowsy, and the little elf paper, when spending money, makes the spender jumpy and sober, and when he looks at it, it also has a hypnotic effect——

As soon as he saw the reaction between manganese sulfate and ammonium bicarbonate, he was already drowsy and his brain couldn't turn. He didn't care about what kind of substance ammonium bicarbonate was and how to prepare it.

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When Huan Ling arrived home, it was already very late, but in the mansion there were only lanterns hanging on both sides of the road between the outer courtyard and the main courtyard.Fortunately, there were still lights in his yard, and there were still people waiting. Thinking of this, the cold autumn sounds in the yard were nothing.

After walking into the yard, the family members who usually served him came up and asked, "Master Song came back in the afternoon, his uncle came and left, and then Mr. Song ordered to prepare food and wait for the third master. How can the third master want it?" Serve now?"

Huan Ling subconsciously asked, "Did Shi Guaner eat?"

The family said: "Of course not, Mr. Song is waiting for the third master."

Why wait until so late without eating, but not afraid of starving to death.Huan Ling threw down the word "上" and strode into the room. After passing through the moon gate separated by the multi-treasure frame, he saw Song Shizheng lying on the bed leaning on the pillow, with his eyes closed tightly. Is fast asleep.

When he got closer, he saw a shallow crease between his brows, as if he was enduring something.

Is it still hurting there?

Huan Ling wanted to see how he was hurt, but he hesitated a bit when he started. First, he went to the warehouse and found a box of ointment made with real musk, bezoar, and borneol, and brought it back to the house to see Song Shi.

The ointment he just brought back was a bit cold, so he poured it on his palm to warm it up, reached into the quilt with one hand and untied Song Shi's belt, and applied the medicine to the wound with his hand.

Song Shi was half asleep and half awake, and suddenly felt something was wrong, as if he had returned to the time when he was forced to study the laws of nature and human desires last night, and he couldn't move his hand when he tried to move it, as if he had encountered a ghost pressing the bed , frightened him to struggle desperately.

Suddenly he woke up from the dream, but after waking up, the situation was not much better: he was still being held down and struggling, and that person was still watching him by his side last night.

The scene, the atmosphere, the lighting, the action... all imply that there will be a mandarin dream to relive.

His mouth was dry, and he subconsciously grabbed Huan Ling's hand and asked, "What are you going to do!"

"I'll put some medicine on you first...I lost my mind last night, it would be better if it was lighter." He apologized, rubbed the ointment evenly, and then taught his junior brother a lesson: "Why don't Going to bed without eating? How can you bear such an appetite. You worked so hard last night, you should have some nourishing meals today, and rest early, so you don’t have to wait for me to come back..."

Song Shi couldn't speak at the moment, so he could only lie flat on the quilt and let him scold him.It was so hard to endure until he finished taking the medicine, took a deep breath to calm down his reaction, got up and said, "When you have something to do, you're not like you, just thinking about what happened last night."

He felt that the place where the medicine was applied was cool, and asked worriedly: "You didn't apply Er, Wumingyi, did you? I feel that it is a bit poisonous, and such a thick medicine should not be sticky or rubbed into the intestines casually!" "

Huan Ling smiled and handed the ointment to him: "This is made by adding bezoar, borneol, and musk. It can stop bleeding, remove decay, and promote muscle growth. Although the nameless strange is good, it is unrefined earth and stone. How can I bear it?" Use it on you."

You'd rather use it on yourself.

Song Shi didn't know how to describe his Shennong spirit of trying medicine by himself, so he had to admire it first.After admiring him, I also told him that I wanted to "process" this medicine: "After all, this medicine is a stone medicine, which is naturally violent. It needs to be forged to remove its potency to make it more effective. When my elder brother came to see me tonight, I asked him to help me order a set of glassware for concocting this medicine, and later, there are some parts that need to be calculated, and you have to do the calculation for me."

He spoke in a straightforward manner, and Huan Ling agreed without hesitation: "It's not a big deal, Shi Guan'er calls me 'brother' again, and I promise you."

Calling my brother on this kang...

Song Shi's face was slightly red, and he really didn't want to call, but his body was not up to the mark, and he couldn't jump up and push him away like a carp, so he had to call "Third Brother" vaguely.

Anyway, he has to practice three of the two theories, so it's not too ambiguous to call it that.

Song Shi finished screaming in self-deception, pressed his temples and raised his eyes to look at Huan Ling, only to see his eyes were scorchingly bright, a face slowly enlarged in front of him, finally getting so close that it was indistinct, and the deep voice echoed behind him. It echoed in his ears: "Why is our Shi Guaner so loving?"