A knife at the beginning almost killed the apocalypse

Seeing the oil lake in the photo, Wu Zhenhua's eyes gleamed, his breathing became rapid, and he couldn't help but stand up.

He suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked solemnly: "Comrade Yuanchu, is this photo true?"

Yuan Chu rolled his eyes at him, "You don't think I made a composite photo to fool you, do you? I don't have that technology. If you don't believe me, go back and find a technician to identify it."

Wu Zhenhua was not polite at all and said seriously: "This matter is of great importance. I must confirm that the situation is true. I'm leaving!"

Then left.

Yuan Chu was dumbfounded, thinking, has this guy always been so upright? I'm not afraid of offending the leader or anything.

But he likes to deal with upright people without having to rack his brains and play tricks.

Wu Zhenhua left Yuanchu's home, and when he got in the car, he remembered that there were still many important things that he had not asked clearly, and he suddenly slapped his thigh hard in anger.

"Oh, I'm so restless that I've forgotten all the important things. Forget it, let's come see him again tomorrow."

He quickly returned to the military area and sent the photo to the technical department, asking them to focus on identifying the authenticity of the photo.

After struggling for several hours, he was finally willing to believe the results given by the technical department, so he immediately reported the matter.

The capital received Wu Zhenhua's report and immediately held an emergency meeting.

The black lake on the big screen excited everyone. Not because that's oil, but because of the unknown elements in the oil.

Such a large oil lake is still rising from the ground. How many new elements can be extracted?

They still don't know what these new elements are and what they are used for, and they are experimenting little by little. If you can get the answer from Yuanchu, you can avoid a lot of detours.

The big guys really love and hate this young man who is stirring up trouble.

About two hours later, Wu Zhenhua received new instructions.

Agreeing to the request of the early Yuan Dynasty, a large number of oil storage tanks were built.

The water pump gave him the best and kept some more for later use.

The next morning, Yuanchu called Peng Xi over. Then he handed him several prescriptions for treating various stubborn diseases, as well as six finished medicines.

These are the names given to him by those ancient doctors, and they have excellent therapeutic effects on a variety of difficult and congenital diseases.

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, he asked him to slow down the purchase of medicinal materials during this period and spend more time studying these medicines with his family. When the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine is built in the future, these will be the capital for them to become famous.

Peng Xi was puzzled. This was obviously a ready-made formula with perfect efficacy. Why would it be used to make wedding clothes for their family?

Yuanchu said earnestly: "I won't hide it from you, I regard your family of traditional Chinese medicine as tools."

"What do you mean by Mr. Yuan's words?" Peng Xi was stunned, feeling his heart stinging like a needle.

Yuanchu explained: "I found these prescriptions from an ancient medical book, and the samples were also developed by entrusting an old Chinese medicine practitioner who has never been seen in the world. These are treasures of Chinese medicine. If you, the Peng family, don't study them thoroughly, , If others are unwilling to learn, then let it disappear in the long river of history."

Peng Xi was anxious. When he heard that he wanted to destroy the ancient medical classics, the little grudge in his heart suddenly disappeared.

"Don't stop, I learn, I study, you give me the ancient medical code, I promise to carry it out, and I will never humiliate the reputation of Chinese medicine!"

Good job as a tool man, he is willing to be a tool man.

There is no limit to the sea of ​​knowledge, and being able to learn the medical scriptures left by the ancient great masters is a blessing that he has cultivated in eight lifetimes.

Yuan Chu rolled his eyes at him, how could this man be so realistic?

"The medical dictionary is being translated by someone. This is a prescription translated from it. The three prescriptions I gave you last time were also translated from that medical dictionary. If there are new prescriptions in the future, I will give them to you. . If you encounter some medical problems, just write them down and I will ask an expert to ask them for you."

"Huh? That's too troublesome. Why don't you let me learn from that expert? I promise, I just want to learn ancient medical classics, and all the money I make will be yours!"

Peng Xixin swore that he definitely made such a request for the treasure of traditional Chinese medicine.

Yuan Chu glanced at him, he really knew how to daydream.

"Don't think about it. The master has a disease that prevents him from seeing outsiders. Just do as I say and don't have any other thoughts, otherwise I will find other tools in the future."

"No, no, no, I'm obedient. I'm obedient, okay? Just in time, I have some problems here. Could you please ask Mr. Yuan for help?"

"Write it down." At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, he knew nothing about medicine. If something went in from the left ear and came out from the right ear, it would be safer to write it down on paper.

"Hey!"

Peng Xi was so excited that he prepared to edit it into paragraphs and send it to the early Yuan Dynasty.

"Wait a minute. You can go back and edit it into a document. Just print out all the questions you want to ask and give them to me."

"Good boss!"

Peng Xi left happily, wanting to bring the good news to his family and asking them to write down all the questions they wanted to ask.

Just after sending one away, Cheng Tieniu came again.

"Mr. Yuan, there have been many veterans applying for security guard jobs recently, but as soon as they heard they wanted to immigrate, most of them left."

"why?"

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, he was puzzled by this.

The annual salary is 400,000 yuan, which is considered a high salary in the country, but it still can't impress these soldiers?

Cheng Tieniu said awkwardly: "They suspect that we are like northern Myanmar and want to trick them into cheating."

"Nima!"

In the early Yuan Dynasty, I couldn't help but uttered the quintessence of the nation,

"How come I didn't know that I still need someone else's waist to make money?"

Cheng Tieniu explained: "Actually, there is another very important reason. Most people who have served in the military are very patriotic. If you ask them to immigrate, it is equivalent to stabbing them in the heart, so..."

"So they think this is an act of betrayal of the country?"

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, he quickly realized the crux of the problem. He still didn't understand Brother Bing's patriotic feelings.

"Then what can you do?"

Cheng Tieniu thought for a while and said: "In fact, we can not mention immigration, recruit a group of veterans, train them, cultivate their loyalty to you, and give them a little sweetness. Over time, they will become dependent on you. , will naturally obey your orders."

Yuanchu pondered for a while and felt that it seemed to make sense, so he nodded and said:

"Okay, let's not talk about immigration for now. However, the treatment in the country is not that good. The monthly salary is only 6,000, and those who are willing to immigrate still have an annual salary of 400,000. When Dongwen develops later, they find that there are Han people there, and both sides If we can travel freely, we probably won’t be so repulsive. Tieniu, do you think they will disobey if I order them to attack other countries in the future?”

"what?"

Cheng Tieniu was stunned, his brain was spinning wildly, thinking about what his boss meant by his words.