Before it was dark, two large car lamps were hung in the compound of the coal chemical plant.

Lifting the table, moving chairs, and lighting a bonfire. The young people from the Southwest Condolences Group were busy cleaning the courtyard, the tables and chairs were neatly arranged, and chopped melons, melon seeds, peanuts, dates, tea, laughter and joy, and the sound of the fire was heard.

As for the condolence group, there are certain programs, but they are not as good as professional literary and artistic groups. Therefore, tonight is a joint performance between two groups, and the base art troupe is the protagonist.

It was very lively outside, but it was very quiet in the laboratory. Yang Tianfeng recorded the information in his mind on paper bit by bit.

Since the laboratory was built to now, it has increased from only simple reagents. Now the number of people has increased to more than 20 people. There have been many varieties of reagents purchased and made, and there are more and more extensive experimental research that can be done.

Of course, this cannot be separated from Yang Tianfeng's strong guidance. There are many roads for scientific development, some are direct and fast, while others are circled around for many years to succeed. Yang Tianfeng undoubtedly knows the best way to take shortcuts to achieve success.

Although there are no modern analysis and research instruments, Yang Tianfeng has listed the molecular formulas and wrote the synthesis method. Military use, people's livelihood, and making money with medicine. In short, if conditions permit, Yang Tianfeng wants to produce these drugs, which is beneficial but not harmful.

With a focused expression and thinking look, Zhao Yurou looked at Yang Tianfeng while looking at the finished information, feeling that he was the cutest and most reassuring thing at this time.

The impression changes subtly, and the favors arise unconsciously. Zhao Yurou does not reject being with Yang Tianfeng now, and even thinks it is quite good. But I'm afraid even Zhao Yurou doesn't feel it, or she deliberately doesn't want to admit this.

"There are zeolites in Xiaohe, Henan, and there should be no problem in making zeolite hemostatic dressings, right?" Yang Tianfeng stopped writing, and his thinking turned to the army again, and he was a little off.

"I heard that Yunnan Baiyao is effective very well!" Zhao Yurou suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and felt comfortable that she could interject.

The magical effect of Yunnan Baiyao in saving lives and helping the wounded was particularly outstanding during the War of Resistance Against Japan. On September 5, 1937, more than 40,000 soldiers of the 60th Army of the National Revolutionary Army went to the front line of the Anti-Japanese War. On this day, Kunming was deserted, and people took to the streets to bid farewell to the army of Yunnan's first province to fight against the Japanese invaders. Qu Huanzhang also led all the pharmacies to the streets early in the morning. When the troops passed by, they stuffed a bottle of Qu Huanzhang Wanying Baibao Dan into everyone's hands.

In early April 1938, in the famous Taierzhuang Battle, the soldiers of the 60th Army were injured and continued to fight after applying white medicine on the outside and taking white medicine. This led to the Japanese newspapers exclaiming: "Since the war between the Chinese army in September and 18, it is rare to encounter fierce charges in the Yunnan army."

In the era when war was more injured than illness, Yunnan bone wounding doctor Qu Huanzhang and his white medicine were spread more and more magical. When soldiers went on a war, the people were walking, and they were the greatest comfort to be able to carry a small bottle of white medicine with them, which was more precious than dry food.

Oh, Yang Tianfeng was stunned for a moment, turned to look at Zhao Yurou, and then smiled bitterly for a while, saying, "The road is long and the production of Baiyao is limited, so it is difficult to meet the needs!"

"You should say I understand nothing again." Zhao Yurou smiled at herself, laughing at herself but not angry. She was silent for so long and wanted to talk to Yang Tianfeng.

"If you have a specialty in your skills, you won't become a god if you understand anything." Yang Tianfeng stretched his arms vigorously, shook his sore neck, and smiled: "Okay, I will try not to say that to you in the future. You will forget what you said before!"

"Drink some water, let's just write it today!" Zhao Yurou poured tea for Yang Tianfeng and grabbed a handful of walnuts, "When I find a hammer, I will take it to replenish my brain."

"Not that trouble." Yang Tianfeng smiled slightly, grabbed the walnuts, and pinched them hard, "Give them to you, eat them!"

"Haha, you have to know that this is the case, Jiaqi and I don't have to work so hard, and we almost smashed our hands." Zhao Yurou said with a smile.

"Don't smash it hard, knock it along the seams, you can eat it whole." Yang Tianfeng kept chewing in his hands and mouth.

Oh, Zhao Yurou responded and said softly, "There is another thing that will be held in a while."

"The party is to bring closer relationships with those new students and young people, relieve their emotions of leaving home, and also allow the hard-working coal chemical plant staff to relax." Yang Tianfeng asked strangely: "Is there anything inappropriate?"

"It's not that it's inappropriate." Zhao Yurou said aiyi: "The art troupe and condolences group have programs. There are fewer people in the coal chemical factory, and even fewer people can perform. The factory director insisted that I produce one, which is in line with the current situation of the Anti-Japanese War. So, I asked the art troupe to write a short drama, as for the role, I want you to play a guest role."

"Acting?" Yang Tianfeng scratched his head and said in a little embarrassed manner: "You can briefly talk about what I play, what you play?"

"I play a witty and brave female soldier, and I go to the town occupied by the Japanese to reconnaise the enemy situation. When I left the town, I was targeted by a Japanese soldier. This guy was so lustful, so he secretly followed him out of the town. Finally, I defeated him with wisdom and courage, seized his gun, and took him back to the army. You, you play that Japanese devil." Zhao Yurou peeked at Yang Tianfeng's face and briefly told the plot.

"Are you mistaken? Have you ever seen a tall, mighty, handsome and handsome Japanese devil like me?" Yang Tianfeng laughed and said, "I was so arrogant that I was chasing you, shouting 'Miss Flower, Miss Flower', and I actually failed."

"Isn't this an act?" Zhao Yurou lowered her eyes and said pitifully: "Then are you not acting? Are you afraid that it will damage your glorious image?"

"I don't have any glorious image." Yang Tianfeng looked at Zhao Yurou's resentful look, and his soft voice came. He couldn't help but feel soft and his head became hot. "Isn't it just acting as a Japanese to catch you? It's so easy."

"It's not really caught, it's just that I want to catch it or not." Zhao Yurou raised her head, the clouds and mist dissipated on her face, and she explained with a smile: "If you really catch it, where can I escape?"

"Well, you know this. Look, should I take a small step or use slow motion to cooperate with you." Yang Tianfeng smiled proudly.

"What is slow motion?" Zhao Yurou asked in confusion.
Chapter completed!