It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 288: Gold project, silver project, iron project, which one do you choose? (It feels like fog will reward you with 10,000 rewards)
Chapter 288: Gold project, silver project, iron project, which one do you choose? (It feels like fog will reward you with 10,000 rewards)
Grete still has an impression of Leon Carlos as an apprentice.
This young man has black hair and black eyes, a quiet personality, and is very diligent with his hands and feet. Others have stopped to rest, and he will help others clean test tubes, clean up the operating table, and collect samples.
Even those priests from the Deistic Church were taking care of the experimental animals. When Leon saw it, he would help them.
This time he was the first to produce results. Grete saw this and inevitably wanted to teach him more skills. It just so happened that after he got the Mage Tower, he had a lot of projects in his hands, and he just wished he didn't have a coolie to help him. This kind of qualification is not bad.
, students who are diligent and hard-working, of course should try their best to hold them in their hands!
Well, which item should I throw to him?
Early the next morning, on the eighth floor of the Mage Tower, in Gretel's study, three boys and girls lined up.
In addition to Leon Carlos, the girl from the Order of the God of Nature who came with a bunch of wild boars, and a young man from the School of Change, were among the top three in this assessment. With so many projects at hand, there was only one worry.
There was no one to do it, so Grete, who was not worried about running out of ideas, naturally began to wholesale projects for these coolies...
"You are the first in this assessment, so I ask you first." Gretel looked at Leon Carlos seriously:
"I have three projects on hand, all of which should be suitable for your ability and direction. One has a shorter cycle and makes money faster; one has a shorter cycle and is more profitable, but is more varied; and the other has a fairly long cycle.
It’s almost impossible to make money, but it’s the most consistent with the direction of the Necromancy School. Which one do you choose?”
When Grete talked about the second topic, the boy from the School of Change moved slightly. However, he was the third place in the assessment, and it was his turn to choose only after the first two people had finished choosing. The boy moved slightly.
He clenched his fists and lowered his head, while Leon Carlos thought for a moment and then raised his head with firm eyes:
"I choose the third one."
"Are you sure?" Grete looked at him carefully. Leon stood upright in front of him. The pure black mage robe uniformed by Black Crow Swamp had been washed white in some places. The cuffs and hem of the clothes were frayed to the point of fraying in many places. Like this
Is he sure he can persevere? Even if he perseveres, is it really good for him? You know, a magician's advancement must be supported by financial strength...
"I'm sure. Thanks sir!"
Grete nodded and asked him to step aside. He sent the project to study the biogas digester to the girl from the Natural God Church. When it was the turn of the School of Change, only the last one was left:
"Well... go and research why wine-making fails and why stored wine becomes sour..."
"Mr. Nordmark!" Leon Carlos suddenly interrupted. Grete turned to look at him:
"What? You regretted it?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Nordmark." The black-haired and black-eyed boy took two steps forward, bowed his head as deeply as a green bamboo tree. When he raised his head again, his eyes were unusually bright, and his cheekbones were
Two red masses burned on it, as if something was igniting from the inside out:
"I don't mean to disobey you. But - but, my father once opened a winery, and I used to help there when I was a child. Then one year, several batches of wine were brewed in succession, and the winery could not turn around.
, had no choice but to sell it to others. My father couldn’t afford it..."
He buried his head deeply, his shoulders trembled, and his hands clenched into fists. After a moment, he raised his head for the third time, and his voice was already trembling slightly:
"I don't hold a grudge, nor do I want to take revenge on the person who took away the wine shop. I just want to know! - Sir, I want to know, under your guidance, why the wine goes bad and why the stool becomes sour! Sir,
I beg you!"
"..."
Grete rubbed his temples. Under the expectant gaze of the Necromancer apprentice, he finally sighed:
"Okay, then you can do this first!"
It doesn't matter if you are too strong-willed. No matter if someone has seen the money scene of the subject or if they really have this problem, if they want to do it, just let them do it.
At Grete's request, a cart full of wine was sent to the Mage Tower. Along with the wine, there was a barrel of lees, three or four barrels of semi-finished products in various stages, raw materials, yeast, and two barrels of failed fermentation, exuding the smell of
An unknown liquid with a sour smell. The spell caster apprentices who passed by it all looked sideways and covered their noses.
"Leon Carlos!" Among a group of boys and girls who were fighting each other and almost wanted to leave first, Grete pointed to the two carts of wine barrels and said to Leon:
"Go and choose a room as a laboratory to study this thing. Use your newly learned techniques of bacterial culture, staining, and identification to test it carefully. Is there something in these spoiled wines that is the result of brewing?
There is no such thing as a successful wine!”
"Yes, Mr. Nordmark!" Leon stood at attention and saluted. He then hesitated:
"Then sir, do I still want to continue taking the class later?"
"Of course I will, what are you thinking about? I still have a project for you to do!"
In the first round of bacterial culture experiments, there were a total of ten students who successfully passed. Three students from Black Crow Swamp, one each from the Change Department and Spell Department, two girls from the Natural God Cult passed the test hand in hand, and three students passed the test from the God of War Temple.
Temple of the Spring Goddess——
completely annihilated.
In Grete's opinion, when they wash the seaweed and beef, they should wash it more cleanly.
For the ten people who passed, Grete gave them extra homework.
Group of five people, one group cultivated Staphylococcus aureus, and the other group cultivated Mycobacterium tuberculosis. After both groups were very familiar with it, they started to add various strange things to the petri dish.
:
Cheese crumbs!
Moldy scraps of clothing!
Suspensions made from soil dug from various places!
All petri dishes are divided into n groups, 18 degrees, 20 degrees, 25 degrees...add blood to the culture medium, add corn paste, various pH levels...with light, no light...use magic to induce birth, not use magic to induce birth...
…
Each person has an experimental table and an experimental cabinet. There are hundreds of petri dishes on the shelves, neatly arranged one on top of another.
"Every person has 100 petri dishes per day, and ten people are equal to 1,000. If ten people are not enough, you can add 20. If 20 is not enough, you can add 24. If you can't make it with 24 people, the worst is to collect more~~~"
Gretel hummed and glanced at the tables of petri dishes in front of him, just like looking at the green and swaying wheat fields. Well, this is the correct posture for doing research!
As a subject leader, he does not have dozens of graduate students under his command, and doctoral students help with the work. He does everything himself. Not to mention whether it should be so tiring, the efficiency is completely unbearable!
It was fine now. Gretel was happy and left all the tasks of finding penicillin, streptomycin, and God knows what other mycins to the apprentices to complete. And he himself concentrated on teaching these students and giving them
They encourage:
"Don't just look at it with a microscope! Cultivate it! Cultivate it! Don't you need to cultivate it when you make wine?"
"You...concentrated salt water crystallizes. When cooling down, you must pay attention to maintaining a stable temperature! Is the water bath just for you to look at? Is the thing I bought with 1,000 contribution points for you to put on display? No.
?——Then use it!”
"Record! Make good records! Did I give you a pen and paper for you to eat? Last night, the last experiment, what was the ratio of your culture medium? - Look, you can't remember, right? A good memory is not as good as a bad pen!"
Under such high-intensity practice and operation, not to mention the students' research level, their proficiency at least increased very quickly. Twenty days later, the bacterial culture operation assessment was conducted for the third time, and all students finally passed the test.
At noon that day, Leon Carlos, who took on the task of wine-making research, excitedly rushed into Gretel's study with a petri dish in his left hand and a petri dish in his right hand:
"Sir! - Mr. Nordmark! I found it! I found it! Some batches of yeast used for brewing contain some bacteria that are not found in good wine! But there are some in the wine that failed to brew! I speculate,
It is these bacteria that cause fermented wine to turn sour!"
I seem to remember that this is indeed the case... Are there bacteria in the yeast, or are there bacteria in the raw materials? Grete nodded:
"Okay, then you can do a few experiments to verify it."
"Is it here?"
"...or help you find a wine shop?"
Grete just casually said that the accountant at the Department of Public Health, the middle-aged man who had been asked by many industry associations to do more research, took it seriously. After receiving the message, he ran immediately
I went to the Liquor Guild, and at one o'clock the next afternoon, the carriage in which the guild leader himself was riding stopped in front of Gretel's mage tower.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Leon Carlos, as an employee of the Department of Public Health and a commissioner sent by the Magic Parliament to study the problem of wine acidification, was personally accompanied by the president and entered the largest winery in the upper reaches of the Smith River.
.
The wine shop was filled with smoke and a strange sour smell was everywhere. As soon as the middle-aged accountant stepped in, he began to frown frequently. Leon, however, showed no signs of discomfort and looked around with a nostalgic look on his face.
A long time ago, his father once took him through this winery, watching from a distance and pointing it out to him. The quality of the wine that year was particularly good, and their family's financial situation was also good. His father once said that if he could make wine in his lifetime,
It would be great to build such a big winery...
The president bent slightly, pressed his right ribs with his right hand habitually, passed over the middle-aged accountant, and looked at Leon carefully. After walking through the crushing tank and the fermentation room, he suddenly pulled a middle-aged accountant and fell behind.
He took two steps and asked him in a low voice:
"What is the last name of this mage? Is his surname Carlos?"
"Yes, it's me--"
Leon paused and blurted out.
That afternoon, when he left the winery and got into the carriage, he found a thick, patterned deed on the seat of the carriage.