Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 122 The rise of a great power or the dignity of small people?

"Those people's homes were plagued by famines and bandits. They couldn't survive, so they had no choice but to escape. There were refugees everywhere."

When he went out, these words kept echoing in Bao Guowei's mind.

Earlier, Lao Bao's friend Hu Da came to the house, and while chatting, they talked about the recent refugees in the city, and he shook his head repeatedly.

This is an era of cannibalism, and it is a luxury for ordinary people to survive.

Bao Guowei couldn't help but think of the wise sayings of a certain well-known person in later generations.

"I don't care about the rise of great powers, I care more about the dignity of small people."

It is simply full of narrow cognition and deep selfishness.

These people are not stupid. They don’t know that without the rise of a great country, how can small people have dignity?

This has been the case since ancient times.

They are just bad, because for them, the dignity of themselves as "little people" is the most important.

After all, they have money and power, so why don’t they just make money wherever they want?

Bao Guowei packed up tightly and went out.

In the morning, he saw Wei Junming. This guy didn't know where he got the news and knew that he was back in Hangzhou.

Came to the door immediately.

After asking about it, I realized that it turned out that the school knew about his deeds in Shanghai and decided to hold a welcome ceremony in the near future to allow him to return to school and have a good time.

Bao Guowei found it a bit funny. He hadn't read the newspaper recently.

I don’t know how much impact the speech at the Shanghai Railway Station had.

Come to think of it, I really turned the Shanghai cultural circle upside down this time.

From the film world to the music world, then to the literary world, and finally to the poetry world.

His final words to the students greatly confirmed his identity as a youth leader.

So it's normal for the school to get some news and then want to get some fame, so it would hold a welcome ceremony or something.

In later generations of schools, if any promising students appeared, they would be tempted to hang banners from the school gate to the square.

After all, this is a real achievement that attracts parents and students!

But this is not the most important thing right now. Since he has intervened in the epidemic, if he cannot solve the problem.

Even the Young World Leaders are of no avail.

So he also rejected Wei Junming's invitation.

"Why, Bao Guowei, this is a matter of being in the limelight. You used to enjoy doing this kind of thing!"

Seeing Wei Junming's exaggerated expression, Bao Guowei laughed angrily and punched him on the shoulder.

"What are you talking about? Who loves to be so pushy? Labor and management have always been very low-key, okay?"

When Wei Junming saw Bao Guowei say this, his face suddenly twitched without blushing.

But he was still very happy. Originally, he was worried that after his only good friend became famous, he would no longer recognize him as a good brother.

Nowadays, it seems that even if Bao Guowei is famous, he is still the same as before, an obscure high school student?

Wei Junming couldn't help but said cheerfully.

"Old Bao, a lot of things happened in the school during the time you left. Especially Zhang Nianyue has been thinking about you all day long. She will be furious when there is news. You have to go see her."

Bao Guowei touched his chin with some embarrassment and said.

"I'll see you later when I have time."

Damn it, I forgot about this when I came back.

It seemed that he had promised Zhang Nianyue before that he would find her as soon as he came back.

But there is also a reason. Nowadays, there is really no time to think about the love between children.

Wei Junming smiled meaningfully again.

"It's not just her. Now you have become a popular young man in our Zhicheng Middle School. All the girls secretly regard you as the standard for their ideal partner."

He punched Bao Guowei and said.

"You are so lucky. Even An Shuzhen heard that she is secretly competing with you. She wants to enter the top class and snatch you away from Zhang Nianyue."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Bao Guowei was a little speechless. What the hell is this? Why is there a love story?

Wei Junming said with a smile.

"Anyway, I envy you, boy. Not only do you become famous, but you also have such great blessings. But the epidemic in the city is really troublesome now, I heard."

When it comes to this topic, there is some silence between the two people.

Wei Junming knew that Bao Guowei had made suggestions for the government, so he sighed and said.

"Old Bao, I admire you very much. You are already very powerful, surpassing all of us."

"Don't be too harsh on yourself, your power is limited."

"If there is anything you can do to help later, you can call me, brother, I am obligated."

When he went to National Zhijiang University, the driver Chu Huiseng arranged for him is still there.

Bao Guowei has no plans to go to Zhicheng Middle School recently.

In fact, because of the raging epidemic. Many schools in Hangzhou have closed recently.

But for a school like Zhicheng Middle School, most of the students’ families are from the upper class in the city.

Not only are there few contacts with patients, but various prevention and control measures are also done extremely well.

According to Wei Junming, the school even hires specialized doctors to treat students with symptoms once they are found.

Get help immediately and then go home for isolation.

Compared with the suffering of the world outside, Zhicheng Middle School is simply unbelievably advanced.

After getting out of the car, Bao Guowei was fully armed.

When I looked up, I saw people at the entrance of National Zhijiang University. I couldn't help but be a little surprised. The vast area was filled with ragged disaster victims, refugees and hungry people.

Their faces were sallow and thin, and most of them wore shabby cotton-padded clothes, with the black cotton underneath exposed from the rips in the cotton-padded clothes.

These are all good. Those without cotton-padded clothes have died in the winter of the past few months.

The faces of the victims were numb, but when they saw the neatly dressed Bao Guowei, they all moved away from him.

Seeing their cautious and frightened looks, Bao Guowei couldn't help but feel a little sad.

He was a little curious, so he couldn't help but stop an old man who was in good spirits to ask.

"Old man, what is Zhijiang University doing?"

The old man wore a tattered cotton hat. Although he was thin, his bones were prominent.

Looking at his waist and steps, he probably spent time in the military.

He turned his head, his lips were a little dry and almost split when he laughed.

"Young man, the gentlemen in this school are kind-hearted and give us medicine and porridge."

He is a little strange.

"You look decent, what? Can't you live a better life?"

Bao Guowei shook his head with a smile, and stuffed the remaining piece of sesame cake and half a pot of water into the old man's arms.

"I'm here to see the professor at the school. It seems like the government doesn't have any measures?"

The old man originally had a smile on his face. He felt that he had met a good person and thanked him repeatedly.

"Hey, thank you, sir, thank you, sir."

But when he heard the word "Guofu", his face suddenly darkened, full of anger.

"National government? Such an organization should die as soon as possible. The country will be defeated by these people sooner or later."

The old man said as if he had opened a conversation box.

“Back then, I joined the army with enthusiasm, thinking that I could make the country stronger, but who knew that in the end, I had to make a living under the hands of warlords, and all of them became emperors of the country.

It's the same now. I quit early. It would be unjust to die for such a country!

Almost every household in my village has become a disaster victim, dying of starvation and illness.”

"Have you ever cared about the life and death of the common people?" "When the marshals were having fun on women's beds, the corpses of brothers and ordinary people were floating everywhere on the river!"

"I can't live anymore, but I've gotten used to it over the years."

The more the old man talked, the more excited he became. It was obvious that he had a past.

After some conversation, Bao Guowei realized that the other person looked like an old man, but was actually only in his forties.

Seeing the old man waving his hands and leaving, Bao Guowei didn't ask any more questions and just continued to move forward in silence.

I saw Fang Xinchuan from a distance. He looked haggard now, with two big dark circles under his eyes. He had obviously been busy for a long time.

Wearing a mask on his mouth and nose, he ordered the students next to him.

"This old man has a bad gastrointestinal condition. First, take him to a soup kitchen to eat some, and then give him our allicin tablets."

From a distance, Bao Guowei saw Fang Xinchuan who was dedicated to providing alms to the victims. He even invited some doctors in white coats to treat the victims at the same time.

It's just that there are too few people giving relief, and there are too many victims, so they are extremely busy.

"What's wrong with you? If you're not sick, please don't come to get medicine."

After seeing the old man off, Fang Xinchuan asked subconsciously. He looked up and saw the other party's smooth clothes, which was a little strange.

Seeing the other party's face again, he immediately exclaimed.

"Bingwen??! Your kid is finally back!"

"Come on, let me help you."

Bao Guowei took the medicine bag from the opponent's hand and cooperated with the doctors in white coats to start the diagnosis and treatment of the victims.

It is said to be diagnosis and treatment, but in fact it is just ordinary judgment. As long as allicin can be used, it will be used.

Saving lives is the most important thing.

Then Bao Guowei went to the soup kitchen and helped wherever there was a shortage of manpower.

During this period, he and Fang Xinchuan finally had a chance to talk.

"Brother Xinchuan, it seems that the allicin is effective now."

Bao Guowei wiped his sweat, as if he had seen hope, and a smile appeared on his face.

With Bao Guowei's help, although limited, it also relieved some pressure.

The key is that he had a deeper understanding of the use of allicin and provided many details, which made Fang Xinchuan suddenly enlightened.

Fang Xinchuan said with some brightness restored in his eyes.

"It has some effect. Most people's symptoms will be relieved after taking it, but there is still some burning in the stomach and intestines. Many victims have little food to eat, but it has some effects."

"Thanks to Brother Shinkawa. If I had done it myself, I might not be able to mass-produce it so quickly."

Bao Guowei handed over his hand. He was telling the truth. If he came by himself, all kinds of extraction equipment and various details in the mass production process would be a trouble.

"Bingwen, please don't say that. I didn't do much with this allicin. You told me the discovery and principle, and the execution was with the help of the students and Mr. Chu."

Fang Xinchuan said with a hint of bitterness on his face.

"The discovery you wrote to me last time was that penicillin. I still have no way to purify it. If it can be purified and mass-produced, it must be the miracle drug that saves the world!"

Last time, Bao Guowei had informed Fang Xinchuan that British bacteriologist Fleming discovered penicillin two years ago.

This paper was published last year, but it has not received much attention from the scientific community.

After Fang Xinchuan received Bao Guowei's suggestion, he had already begun research.

The lack of results was also to Bao Guowei's expectation. The creation of a new drug is never something that can be achieved overnight.

Even if there is successful experience in later generations, it is not easy to successfully reproduce it.

"Sir, there is no need to blame yourself. This is why I came here this time. Recently, I have thought of some ideas for developing penicillin, so I want to discuss it with you."

Bao Guowei can only take one step at a time. If Fang Xinchuan encounters any problems in his research, he will search them in his mind to solve them.

"So good!"

Fang Xinchuan was a little excited and almost grabbed Bao Guowei's hand. He realized that he was still wearing gloves and immediately retracted his hand.

Bao Guowei said with some worry.

"It's just that water from far away can't quench the thirst of near people. Can the production of allicin be increased as much as possible?"

"I have already contacted several pharmaceutical companies in Zhijiang Province, and through Mr. Chu's mediation, they agreed to do their best to help solve production problems."

Fang Xinchuan introduced.

"It's just that the raw materials of allicin are definitely a problem. To extract allicin that is enough for hundreds of thousands of people to take it, the amount of garlic required is absolutely huge. There is no way for us to find that much garlic."

Bao Guowei thought of this very early, so he didn't put all his treasures on allicin.

For this era, low productivity is always the biggest problem.

After a busy afternoon, the two of them were almost exhausted, but there were still countless victims in need of relief.

After all, Zhijiang University's capabilities are limited and it can only help a few people a day.

Take advantage of the school staff to inform the victims that today's relief is over.

Bao Guowei and Fang Xinchuan sat close to the table and were able to take a breath.

After the two people carefully disinfected with alcohol, they dared to lie down with confidence.

At this moment, Fang Xinchuan seemed to be holding back a lot of words in his heart.

He thought for a long time and continued.

"Bingwen, in fact, it is the same as what Mr. Chu said. From my inspection, the problem of the epidemic in Hangzhou today is not other."

"Only two things are manpower and materials."

"Actually, your epidemic prevention and control plan is excellent. It's just that the officials in Hangzhou are too low in ability and efficiency, and we lack publicity channels."

Fang Xinchuan has been following Mr. Chu's work and has a good understanding of the current situation.

Bao Guowei nodded and said.

"After the materials are collected through donations from Shanghai City, they should arrive in Hangzhou soon. If the manpower problem can be solved and the people can be aware of epidemic prevention and control, all work will be carried out much easier."

He paused and continued.

“It’s still very difficult to get the publicity right.”

Again, this era is unlike later generations, where everyone has a mobile phone and everyone can get information through various news media.

For ordinary people in this era, their daily knowledge of information is basically passed on by word of mouth, and their experience is summarized by the elderly.

Not to mention the poor literacy rate. Many villages only speak dialects.

Even if people are mobilized from outside to assist, it will still be difficult to publicize.

In fact, given the current mobilization capabilities of the national government, mobilizing assistance is unthinkable.

It’s not easy to even donate some money to you.

Fang Xinchuan's glasses were a little greasy, he wiped them and said.

"Bingwen seems to have forgotten that there is another group that is innocent, literate, and has a large number of people."

"student!"

Bao Guowei immediately exclaimed. He was so anxious before that he almost forgot about this group.

This is the most important force that can help.

but

"However, the most important thing is how to mobilize these students. The government on Mr. Chu's side is definitely unreliable. The first thing to do is to bear the brunt of the work of the parents of the students in the city. They definitely disagree."

How can gentlemen let their children help the poor?

Bao Guowei squinted his eyes, seeming to be making calculations in his mind.

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