diskusbooks Chapter 183 Storytelling
Chapter 183 Storytelling
All beginnings are hard.
With the influx of the first batch of disaster victims, more and more subsequent victims followed.
After being screened, these victims were assigned to work at construction sites in Pingshun and Changzhi according to their strengths and wishes, or to receive land and houses in villages that had been massacred by the Japanese.
In short, everyone has their own place.
About two months later, after attending a ceremony for 20,000 new recruits to leave the camp, Li Yunlong and Wang Meng decided to wander around the base to see how the victims were doing.
"Mengzi, how many disaster victims have been resettled during this period?"
"A few days ago, Jia Guier came to report on his work, and I casually asked him about it. It was about 1.8 million people."
Li Yunlong was shocked. He didn't expect that tens of thousands of victims would pour in every day.
"So many? I thought they would come in over several months, but it's so fast. Can we accommodate them all?"
"More than 300,000 people were resettled in Pingshun, and the rest were distributed to Changzhi, Yuncheng, and the petrochemical base in Qingyang. The damn Japanese had been committing crimes in southern Shanxi for many years and massacred many villages. These disaster victims are just the right people to fill up the villages."
Li Yunlong felt angry whenever he thought about this. The Japanese devils slaughtered the whole village and even killed the chickens, ducks and geese. In short, not a single creature was left alive.
Sometimes you wouldn’t hear a dog barking for dozens of miles, let alone see a living person.
"As long as the people live in peace, the production lines at the military industrial base should be put into production soon, right? I went to see it a few days ago, and it was packed!"
All six production lines of the Military Fortress have been put into operation, and now there are a total of 9 production lines in the Military Fortress. Among them:
There are two steel and various non-ferrous metal smelting production lines with an annual production capacity of 2 million tons of various steel and other non-ferrous metals.
There are three ammunition production lines, which produce 3 rounds of various bullets and 30 shells per day.
枪械生产线3条，日产G43自动步枪3000支、MG34通用机枪300挺，50毫米或81毫米迫击炮300门。
There is one fertilizer production line with an annual output of 1 tons of fertilizer.
There are more than 40,000 workers on these nine production lines, and it is not intended to fill up the military-industrial fortress.
The independent column had surpluses of these weapons, ammunition and equipment, so Wang Meng planned to discuss with Li Yunlong and sell them to the brigade commanders at a low price, allowing them to pay some.
"Stop! Old Li is more or less a veteran in the business world, but he has never taken advantage of the brigade commander. Don't let yourself get into trouble without catching the fox."
Wang Meng watched Li Yunlong change color when talking about the brigade commander, and it turned out that Monkey King could not escape the palm of Tathagata Buddha.
"Then let's talk about it later!"
In the past two months, hundreds of private factories of all sizes have been established in Changzhi and Pingshun, and many educated disaster victims have entered the industries to work.
Zhao Gang repeatedly told the chief executive Jia Guier that these enterprises would not be taxed within three years, but that the workers' income and rights must be guaranteed.
Those private factory owners were still hesitant at first, but after they calculated the total cost, they found that it was much more cost-effective because they did not have to spend money on lobbying and various exorbitant taxes.
So, they all readily agreed to Jia Guier's request.
The government operations in Changzhi area and the military pay of the officers and soldiers of the independent column still rely on the materials exchanged by Wang Meng.
Life is indeed a bit tight.
The two continued walking and came to a small village, where they saw a few furtive people rummaging around in nooks and crannies.
"spy?"
The guards immediately became alert. One group protected the two men, while another group quietly surrounded them.
During this period, several waves of spy were captured among the disaster victims. Although they were discovered early and did not cause any damage to the base, it did make everyone nervous.
"Who is it? Put your hands up!"
More than a dozen Type 95 rifles surrounded the four people.
Those "spies" wearing glasses and speaking in a literary manner suddenly turned pale and raised their hands.
"Don't shoot, I'm from the Institute of Biology at the Academy of Sciences, my name is Tang Feifan!"
"What do you mean by Feifan? I think you want to fly into the sky!"
After the body search, four terrified people were brought over.
Wang Meng looked at Tang Feifan and did have some impression of him, as if he had seen him at a meeting of the Academy of Sciences.
"Are you Professor Tang from Kunming? Are you mainly engaged in penicillin research?"
When Tang Feifan saw that Wang Meng recognized them, he immediately became alert. Now their lives were saved.
"Yes, Chief of Staff Wang, these are researchers from our Institute of Biology, Zhu Jiming, Huang Youwei, and Lu Jinhan."
Li Yunlong waved his hand, and the soldiers with guns turned off the safety.
"You intellectuals are our treasures. Why are you running around the village instead of staying in the institute? If you are caught by the spies, I will suffer a great loss!"
"Commander Li, we are here to look for penicillin mold!"
In 1941, Florey and Chain of Oxford University in the UK published an article in the journal The Lancet, which mainly reported the extraction, purification and analysis of penicillin, inspiring the exploration of Tang Feifan and others.
So, Tang Feifan began to look for the strain in Kunming for several years, but to no avail.
Later, I saw many experts and scholars coming to southern Shanxi, so I followed them and continued the long and boring task: finding bacterial strains!
They searched everywhere around the Academy of Sciences, but couldn't find even a piece of moldy stinky tofu.
In the end, all they could do was focus on the furry leather shoes and coats, the green-glowing antique coins, and even the rotten sweet potatoes that were dripping with juice.
In total, the mold on the broom produced 11 strains with antibacterial properties.
However, there is no suitable culture medium because the culture medium used abroad requires the addition of corn slurry, which is not available in China.
"Chief of Staff, we have no other choice but to continue looking for things in nature that can be used as culture medium."
Wang Meng rolled his eyes and decided to find Lin Shubing to handle this matter.
This guy usually reads a lot, maybe he has seen the preparation method of penicillin.
Although he can now exchange points for penicillin, this is after all a "take-it-as-it-is" approach. Technology can only be reliable if it is in one's own hands.
If penicillin could be mass-produced one day earlier, it could be sold to the anti-fascist alliance in exchange for some gold dollars.
"Come with me, I'll find someone for you!"
After Wang Meng finished speaking, he led a group of people towards the military base to find Lin Shubing who was teaching students.
After hearing the purpose of the visit, Lin Shubing hurriedly pulled Wang Meng aside.
"Brother Wang, you are embarrassing me. How would I know how penicillin is made? This is a technical job!"
"Oh, just think about it. They are all national treasure-level experts. You only need to give them a little advice and they can open their minds!"
Lin Shubing thought about it and agreed. Using the results to work backwards was too easy for geniuses like them, so he started to think back from the sketchbooks he had learned in kindergarten.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Don't tell me, I've really seen it!"
Wang Meng excitedly pulled his hand, as if he saw countless gold.
"Where have I seen it?"
"Storytelling!"