After sending away Tie Fuyin and his party who just wanted to get away with nothing, Wan Lei was not worried about the superiors giving him small shoes because of this matter, so he just did whatever he had to do. But when Grandma Li handed over the payment to Wan Lei, she asked about Tie Fuyin.
Regarding the affairs of the government, Wan Lei told the truth that some important raw materials were missing. The old woman was very sensible, so she took care of the raw materials.
In fact, Wan Lei doesn't want to come up with a new type of sunscreen. After all, the weather in the south is humid, and there is not much market for anti-drying and anti-cracking creams. Sunscreen creams are different. What lady doesn't want a white face?
Although Grandma Li said she could get the raw materials, the raw materials were produced in far away places in Huguang and Yunnan, and they wouldn't be available for a while. Wan Lei had no choice but to wait and brush up on chemistry knowledge, especially inorganic chemistry knowledge, when he had free time.
After all, he majored in petrochemical engineering in college, and he had already given back a lot of his chemical knowledge to his teacher.
When the book is used, I will regret it. I don’t know the difficulties until I have experienced them. That’s right!
However, Wan Lei also knew that it would be useless even if he had an invincible Du Niang, because many technologies had to be combined with the actual situation at that time, and it was not just about listing a set of chemical formulas. Take oil refining as an example, Wan Lei knew about catalytic cracking,
Hydrotreating and reforming technology, but these technologies are useless because the Ming Dynasty cannot produce steel in large quantities, not even steel pipes for oil production, let alone large oil refining towers.
Therefore, just having a bunch of high technology is not enough to reach industrialization in one step. The key is to be down-to-earth and keep pace with the times. As for those who imagine that they can unify the entire universe by going back to ancient times with a bunch of aircraft carriers, planes, tanks, and submachine guns, Wan Lei
I can only give them one piece of advice: go back and eat brain fragments.
On the night of November 25th, the strong cold air suddenly moved southward, bringing another heavy snowfall. The heavy snow fell all night, and it didn't stop at dawn. At this time, there was a vast expanse of white everywhere, and there was snow on the ground.
Knee deep. Wan Lei was nestled in bed and didn't want to get up, but the sound of playing in the backyard still woke him up.
There was a layer of winter snow and a layer of cold. Wan Lei wore four layers of clothes inside and outside, and even added a cloak. His hands and feet were shaking because of the cold. After all, this was his first winter in Ming Dynasty, and he had no down jacket or sweater.
In addition, people of the new era live "happily" under the sunshine of socialism, how can they bear the poverty of the old society?
"If I had known it would be so cold, I should have bought some furs when I went to the city the day before yesterday." Wan Lei came out of the room shrinking and was about to go straight to the heated laboratory when a ball of white and furry things suddenly flew towards him.
Before he could notice it, he was hit on the back of the head.
"Hahaha..." Zhao Xueer's crisp laughter came, "Brother Wan, look here, who does the snowman we built look like?"
Wan Lei turned around and glanced at the naughty Zhao Xueer, only to find that there was a big, plump snowman next to her. There was also a small sign beside the snowman with the words "Big Lazy" written on it. Of course, this was not her.
It was the work of one person, and she found several helpers.
"You only have to play and work all day long?" Wan Lei glared at the two brothers Quan Ren and Quan Yi who were messing around with Zhao Xueer, and said angrily.
"We're done. It's snowing today, so no one will come. Boss, we want to..." Zhao Quanren asked boldly.
"Now that the work is done, let's have a day off today. You can go and do whatever you want. Just don't cause trouble for me." Wan Lei knew what these two boys wanted to do. Children's temperament is such that they just want to go out and play. Plus,
They just had some money on hand, so naturally they wanted to go shopping.
"Yeah! It's a holiday, the boss is the best." No, the second son of the Zhao family cheered and disappeared.
"Brother Wan, I also want a holiday." Zhao Xueer hurriedly came over and begged.
"You've been playing all day long, and you haven't even done any good work. You still want to take a vacation?" Wan Lei rolled his eyes at her and said, "Don't go anywhere now, just stay here."
As soon as she heard that she couldn't go out to play during the holidays, Zhao Xueer's mouth immediately pouted so much that it could hold several oil bottles. Wan Lei had always ignored this. The reason why he gave Zhao Xueer a grounding order was to protect her. After all, she had offended her.
He killed the second young man of the Li family, and he was not sure when he would be retaliated against, so it would be safer to stay at the inn.
"Master, it's time to have breakfast." Wei'er happened to bring Wan Lei's favorite soy milk and fried dough sticks. Wan Lei ignored Zhao Xue'er and turned back to the laboratory.
Compared to Zhao Xue'er who was naughty and mischievous all day long, Wei'er was many times better. Not to mention ingenious and clever, the key was that she was hardworking and hard-working. It was hard to find such an excellent employee. So Wan Lei not only paid her wages, but also frequently asked her about her well-being.
Not to mention, Wei'er, who was well fed and well clothed, was gradually plumping up. Although her figure was still a bit petite, it was well-shaped and more and more feminine. The more Wan Lei looked at it, the more satisfied he became. He thought to himself
This thousand taels of silver was well spent.
After drinking a bowl of warm soy milk, Wan Lei felt a little more comfortable. He sat at the laboratory table and burped with satisfaction. Then he said to Wei'er: "Don't pack up now. There is nothing to do today. No need to work hard. Sit down."
Come and talk with me."
"Oh." Wei'er responded in a low voice, and her face suddenly turned red to the root of her neck. She used to talk to the customers in Siyiyuan, but those customers moved their mouths and glanced randomly at the same time, and some of them were not polite.
She can also move her hands and feet. So when she talks about talking to others, she can't help but think of sad things.
Fortunately, Wan Lei didn't like to take advantage of women. He rubbed his hands and put them on the incubator to bake, and asked casually: "What are your plans for the future?"
"This slave was bought by the young master. The young master can arrange it however he wants. This slave does not dare to make his own plans." Wei'er whispered.
"Are you literate?" Wan Lei asked again. Seeing Wei'er nodding, he realized that he was asking knowingly. As the leader of a brothel, of course he is well-informed and courteous, so he would not be illiterate. Then he asked
: "Are the handwriting good?"
"Generally, you can't stand in the eyes of experts."
"That's alright." Wan Lei nodded with satisfaction. He knew that Wei'er was being modest. The so-called average meant that he was capable, not like him.
"Master, if you have any questions, just give me your orders." Wei'er felt a little nervous when she saw her master asking this and that. She was afraid that his master wanted to sell her to someone else, otherwise why would he ask such detailed questions?
"It's like this. I've lost a secretary by my side. You can read and write well and can write well, so you should be able to do the job. Well, except for cooking, you won't need to do any other rough and detailed work in the future. You can help me.
Just make some notes for me." Wan Lei said with some embarrassment. In fact, his purpose was to compile an introductory chemistry manual. However, he was not good at handwriting and could not get on the stage, so he had to find a writer.
It turned out that he was not going to sell himself. Wei'er felt relieved now and said hurriedly: "I, I will work hard and not let the young master down."