Bright Sword: Starting from the Improved Grenade

"This is the confidentiality measure I wrote. Let me read it to you."

After leaving the shooting range, Zhao Tianyang brought everyone to the conference room to hold a meeting on the confidentiality measures he had written.

"Article 1: The Arsenal will set up corresponding levels for all research projects that are being studied or have been completed, namely Secret Level 1, 2, 3, Confidential Level 1, 2, 3, Top Secret Level 1, 2, 3, and Shooting Death."

"and many more!"

Old Liu asked in surprise: "What the hell is this execution by shooting?"

"Hehe, this level is my vision for the future."

Zhao Tianyang smiled and said, "This level represents the highest level of confidentiality, and those who participate in this project will inevitably be isolated from the world and unknown to others."

"Anyone who inquires about this project will be immediately listed as a key suspect. Once a problem is found, they will be shot directly without filing a report."

"Hahaha, you are indeed a young man!"

Old Liu smiled and shook his head. Although he felt that they could not afford research of that level, he admired Zhao Tianyang's daring spirit.

"Humph, forget it if you don't believe me!"

Seeing that everyone looked unconvinced, Zhao Tianyang did not explain. Anyway, he had already started to conceive of research of that level and even had a candidate in mind.

"Arsenal employees, from level one technicians to level eight technicians, can participate in secret level one, two, and three projects."

"Research interns, assistant researchers, and associate researchers may participate in classified level one, two, and three research."

"Researchers can bring associate researchers and assistant researchers to participate in top-secret level one, two, and three research."

"There is a question. We don't have specific job titles yet?"

At this time Liu Ransheng raised his hand and said.

"I think I'll have to trouble Elder Liu to take care of this matter!"

Zhao Tianyang looked at Mr. Liu. Although he knew the background of these experts, he didn't know their actual current level.

"Liu Guifu, Cheng Mingsheng, Shen Hong, and me, Tian Jinchen, Yu Xiaping, Associate Researcher Wu Shimeng, Wu Yunduo, and Assistant Researcher Liu Ransheng."

Mr. Liu did not hesitate and immediately told the levels of the experts.

Seeing that no one objected, Zhao Tianyang immediately made the decision: "Li Yuncai will record it."

"Yes."

Li Yuncai nodded, took out a notebook and wrote down everyone's names and ranks.

"Ahem, okay, let's move on to the second point, armed protection."

Zhao Tianyang coughed and continued, "In addition to the protection of the New First Regiment outside, we will also set up a security department inside the arsenal to be responsible for the security and review work inside the arsenal."

"Should we report this to the higher-ups? Should we do it after it's confirmed?"

Li Yuncai reminded carefully.

"no problem."

Zhao Tianyang readily agreed: "How about you write this report for Mr. Liu?"

"Row."

Old Liu thought for a moment and nodded: "We do need an armed organization inside the arsenal. I will write the report."

"Stable."

Zhao Tianyang said happily that Mr. Liu still had a very high status in Yan'an, so every time he needed to make a report to the higher-ups, he liked to ask Mr. Liu to come.

"Okay, these are the only two confidentiality measures for now. I'll add more if any problems are discovered later. You may adjourn the meeting now!"

After the meeting and lunch, Zhao Tianyang went to the cellar and took out the oranges. At this time, a small area on the oranges had been occupied by green Penicillium.

After getting the oranges, Zhao Tianyang also determined the level of penicillin, which was confidential level three, which meant that he could only ask Wu Yunduo, Liu Ransheng and others to participate in the research and development of penicillin.

However, the manufacture of penicillin is very simple, and Zhao Tianyang always feels like he is wasting his talents by asking them for help.

"Hey, you have to abide by the rules you set yourself."

Thinking of this, Zhao Tianyang could only run to the office and find Wu Yunduo and Liu Ransheng.

Let one of them use the stone mill to grind some rice flour, and the other one to boil some corn water.

When they heard that the research project was classified as Level 3 confidential, although they didn't quite understand what kind of research required rice flour and corn juice, the two of them still ran to prepare.

Zhao Tianyang ran to find an iron pot, put walnut wood in it, covered the pot, lit the fire and started cooking.

He kept burning until there was no smoke in the pot, then he opened the lid and found that the walnut wood inside had been completely carbonized. This was the activated carbon he wanted.

"Boss, we've got it done!"

Just then Wu Yunduo and Liu Ransheng came in holding rice flour and corn juice.

"Just in time."

Zhao Tianyang took the ceramic bowl from the two and pointed to the activated carbon beside it: "Grind it into powder and then air dry it."

"Oh."

The two men took the activated carbon and walked out in confusion. Until now they still haven’t figured out what kind of weapon Zhao Tianyang is making. Is it a poison gas bomb?

Zhao Tianyang saw the confusion of the two people, but did not explain. The fewer people who knew about penicillin, the better. It would be best if the person who manufactured it did not know what it was.

After the two left, Zhao Tianyang mixed the rice flour and corn juice thoroughly, and this became the culture medium.

Then he took the orange and carefully scraped the Penicillium on it into the culture medium. The next step was to wait seven days for the Penicillium to fully develop.

Of course, one thing that needs to be specially mentioned is that the growth of Penicillium has temperature requirements, and the most suitable temperature for it is 24 degrees.

So Zhao Tianyang used skin temperature measurement method and placed him near the brazier, trying to give it a suitable temperature.

After placing the culture medium, Zhao Tianyang clapped his hands, looked at the sky, then put his hands behind his back and went to have dinner leisurely.

Zhao Tianyang, who was eating noodles from a bowl, suddenly slapped his head, feeling like he had forgotten something.

Just as he was thinking about it, Wu Yunduo and Liu Ransheng ran in holding a pottery jar: "Director, so you are here, we have been looking for you for a long time!"

"Damn, I forgot about them!"

Zhao Tianyang took the pottery jar embarrassedly: "You haven't eaten yet, go and scoop two bowls quickly, today we have white noodles."

"it is good."

Feeling really hungry, the two of them obediently ran to scoop up the noodles.

"After dinner, you can go back and rest. You don't need to report for duty tomorrow. Just do what you need to do."

While eating noodles, Zhao Tianyang spoke to the two people who had just sat down.

Hearing this, the two looked at each other and couldn't help asking, "Director, did we do something wrong today?"

"No!"

Zhao Tianyang was stunned: "You have done a good job, but the experiment has come to an end here. The next stage will have to wait seven days."

"I see."

The two men breathed a sigh of relief. They almost thought that there was something wrong with them!