Bright Sword: Starting from the Improved Grenade

After writing the formulas for allicin and penicillin, Zhao Tianyang took the two things and found Mr. Liu who was busy.

"Mr. Liu, I have something to discuss with you!"

"Tianyang, you've come just in time. Come and see what kind of machine do you think would be best to power the semi-automatic bullet production line?"

Zhao Tianyang walked into the office and had just said a word when he was pulled to the blackboard by Mr. Liu.

"Steam engine?"

Zhao Tianyang said as he looked at the two pictures on the blackboard.

"That's right. We shot down four planes. If we swap the engine parts of those four planes, we can still repair one."

"But since the engine needs gasoline, and we don't have a stable source of gasoline at the moment, we were thinking about building a steam engine. The structure of that thing is pretty simple anyway!"

Shen Hong explained.

Hearing this, Zhao Tianyang thought for a moment and said, "My opinion is to make a steam engine. There is only one engine, but we will need power in more places than just a semi-automatic bullet production line in the future."

"Ah."

Old Liu nodded and agreed, "In the long run, that's right. I also agree with the steam engine."

"Row."

Shen Hong nodded indifferently. He could easily build a steam engine anyway.

"Since we are going to build a steam engine, why not make a pot-carrying machine in one step?"

Suddenly Zhao Tianyang thought of his previous life. When the country was just liberated, pot-carrying machines were very popular due to the lack of power sources. That thing was absolutely perfect for the Eighth Route Army.

"Pot camel machine? What is that?"

Shen Hong asked doubtfully.

"You don't know? It's the power source of steam cars."

Zhao Tianyang picked up the chalk and drew the pot-carrying machine he remembered on the blackboard.

"Oh, this thing!"

Shen Hong suddenly realized, and then showed an interested look: "This thing is good, the structure is simple, and it only needs to burn wood to provide power."

"If our Eighth Route Army can manufacture it on a large scale, it will solve many problems that require power. I can give it a try. It shouldn't take long to make it."

"Hey, where's Comrade Cheng Mingsheng?"

At this time, Zhao Tianyang discovered that a key person was missing from the office.

"He went to get the copper wire and magnets for the generator."

After Mr. Liu explained, he seemed to remember something and said, "By the way, why did you look for me just now?"

Zhao Tianyang felt a little helpless when he heard this. You finally remembered that I have something to talk to you about, right?

But business was more important, so Zhao Tianyang still whispered, "Mr. Liu, can I have a word with you?"

"What's going on? It's so mysterious!"

Old Liu followed Zhao Tianyang to a corner, looked around to make sure there was no one around, then took out two recipes from his arms.

"This is the formula for the miracle drug I just developed!"

"Miracle medicine? When did you start talking about these weird things?"

Mr. Liu took the recipe with a puzzled look on his face: "Garlicin has antibacterial and anti-inflammatory properties, protects the cardiovascular system, and enhances immunity."

Seeing this, Old Liu looked up at Zhao Tianyang with a look of doubt on his face: "Is this thing really that powerful?"

"Of course!"

Zhao Tianyang said calmly, "Gallicin has been tested on a young soldier. The antibacterial and anti-inflammatory effects are very obvious. Li Yunlong has taken more than ten liters of allicin from me."

"what!"

Mr. Liu was shocked: "This is a good thing, why didn't you take it out earlier?"

"I want to, but the problem is that I just developed this thing recently!"

Zhao Tianyang spread his hands helplessly.

"Oh, oh, I wronged you!"

Mr. Liu smiled embarrassedly, then opened the second formula: "Penicillin is also known as penicillin, um!!!"

Old Liu's eyes almost popped out. He looked at the formula and then at Zhao Tianyang, his hands shaking a little: "Is your formula real?"

"Calm down, don't get excited!"

Zhao Tianyang first comforted Mr. Liu, then explained: "Although I am sure that this formula can produce penicillin, I don't know how pure it is. It is best to do a skin test before using it."

"We can ask Yan'an to find someone to take this to Shanghai and have it tested with professional equipment."

After calming down, Mr. Liu spoke.

Although it costs a lot to send a small bottle of liquid all the way to Shanghai, this is penicillin, so it is worth the expense. This thing is equivalent to gold!

"also."

Zhao Tianyang nodded and suggested: "It would be best to find a way to get a chemical dryer, otherwise the penicillin will easily evaporate in the liquid."

"Chemical dryer?"

Mr. Liu hesitated: "This machine is very expensive abroad, and it is impossible to get it in China."

"We have to find a way to do it. If we can't turn penicillin into a solid, it will be hard to sell!"

Suddenly Zhao Tianyang thought of someone: "If it doesn't work, find someone who can definitely solve the problem of the chemical dryer."

"Who?"

Mr. Liu was a little surprised. Who is so powerful!

"Huang Youwei is a Chinese from Honolulu, USA. He should be in Shanghai now. He returned to China to support the war of resistance. As long as we find him, the dryer problem can be solved!"

Hearing this, Mr. Liu looked at Zhao Tianyang deeply and said, "Since Brother Tianyang is so sure, I will write this letter to Yan'an in my name."

"Let them find Huang Youwei. Don't worry, you are the one who made the formula for allicin and penicillin. This will not change."

"Thank you, Mr. Liu. There are some things that I can't explain."

Zhao Tianyang was a little touched. In fact, he regretted it after he mentioned Huang Youwei just now. He couldn't explain how he knew this person.

Now that Mr. Liu is willing to take the blame, it is a great help to him.

"Haha, through observing you these days, I know your character well. You are smart, upright and selfless, and more importantly, you are very patriotic."

"I can sense your hope for China's rise from your usual tone, as if the little Japan now is as insignificant as a chicken or a dog."

Old Liu sighed and said that since the Anti-Japanese War, most of the people he had come into contact with were pessimistic about the war, except Zhao Tianyang.

"Haha, Mr. Liu, you're too kind. I just firmly believe that China cannot be defeated by a mere island country."

Zhao Tianyang scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Don't worry, everyone has their own secrets, I will keep it secret for you."

Old Liu patted Zhao Tianyang on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Of course, if you have any secrets that are beneficial to the anti-Japanese war, you can also tell me. I am willing to take the blame for you."

Hearing this, Zhao Tianyang's eyes lit up. He did have some ideas, but he couldn't explain them to outsiders. It would be great if someone could take the blame.

"Then it's a deal. Next time I have a secret, I'll tell you in advance, and you have to support me!"

"You boy."

Old Liu held the two recipes and shook them: "Don't worry, even if I'm not here, once I hand these two recipes over, no one will be blind enough to cause trouble for you."

"Then write a letter to them right away!"

Zhao Tianyang pushed Mr. Liu towards the office. He was a little impatient.