Mountains and giant beasts, cabins in the woods

After eating and drinking to your heart's content, all that's left is to work.

Adult life has always been this realistic.

However, it looks like it'll rain for the next few days. Business is slow, so people are getting some free time.

Liu Xingmo and Su Mali started the production line and processed 10 cans of blood and qi potion.

This kind of mixed potion is indeed very troublesome. Especially the Blood and Qi Nourishing Potion, which, as a genuine Yellow-grade pill, is extremely difficult to refine.

Given Sumali's current abilities, making eight pots a day would be appropriate.

Doing more would deplete the body's energy, which would be detrimental to cultivation and lead to slower advancement.

The entire alchemy workshop's output is constantly adjusted based on its capabilities and market demand, gradually stabilizing into a fixed work schedule.

After a busy afternoon, the production task was completed.

Next comes the time for learning and research.

Entering the study on the east side of the attic, I found the oil lamp and matches in the dim light and lit them with a faint glow.

The eastern side of the room is a whole wall of granite, a remnant of the foot of a large mountain. The western side of the room has five rows of bookshelves, filled with books of various kinds.

Five bookshelves of books is quite a lot in this day and age.

After all, a copy of the "Black Dragon Weekly" on four sheets of straw paper costs one yuan, so the whole book would cost several tens of yuan, which is more than half a month's wages for an ordinary first-level expert.

Inside Heilongzhai, apart from school textbooks, almost no books are published, except for bound volumes of novels.

Most of the books were imported goods, carried by caravans across mountains and rivers to villages deep in the forests.

Liu Xingmo used to be unable to afford books, and he had to take advantage of his position to forcibly obtain them from the library, including the library card.

The couple sat down in the study.

Sumali took a few sheets from a pile of drawings on her desk, glanced at them briefly, and began to doodle.

Liu Xingmo took a classical novel from the bookshelf and began to read quietly. As a writer of vernacular novels, his creativity was not endless, and he needed to constantly replenish his knowledge.

Inside the glass shade of the oil lamp, the flame burned steadily, sending up a wisp of black smoke that drifted up to the ceiling.

Sumali wrote on most of the paper, then shook her head without saying a word, crossed it out with her pen, folded the paper, put it in the folder, and took out a new sheet of paper.

After reading about half of the book, Liu Xingmo took out a thin booklet and began writing chapter outlines.

Sumari could barely write anymore, and would occasionally glance sideways at what her husband was writing. Thanks to her excellent eyesight, she could read every word clearly.

Liu Xingmo reached out and covered the notebook, like a student defending their exam paper: "Don't look, Mary. If you accidentally spoil my story, I won't get any money."

"Oh~ you don't believe me?" Su Mali stood up abruptly, walked behind her husband, and said, "I'm going to see what you wrote."

"Alright, I'll tell you. A young boy was swept off a cliff by a mudslide, but he accidentally climbed into a cave and was lucky enough to receive the teachings of an elder." Liu Xingmo said dryly.

"Huh? This is so interesting!" Sumali became even more interested. "My dear husband, please tell me the rest of the story in detail."

"No way?" Liu Xingmo's eyes widened. "You can actually accept such a clichéd and outrageous plot?"

Su Mali rested her chin on Liu Xingmo's shoulder and said softly, "It's not cliché, is it? Because no one would do that in reality, so people can't come up with this kind of story."

"My God..." Liu Xingmo simply let go of her hand and lay limply on the back of the chair. "I suddenly feel like all the inspiration for the next few hundred years has suddenly come to me."

Su Mali saw the words on the paper clearly, pouted and said, "Xingmo, you lied to me again. The story you wanted to write is completely different from what you said."

……

The paperwork continues into the evening.

Liu Xingmo flipped through the outline, checked it over, closed the book with satisfaction, and capped his pen.

Sumari completed the experimental design, brought out the witch's cauldron, and began the operation.

After a while, the test tube rack was filled with a strange-smelling potion, and the thing being boiled in the pot had turned into black ash.

Liu Xingmo walked over, glanced at the contents of the paper, and asked, "Is it really that difficult to find healing medicine?"

"It's because I lack the necessary knowledge." Sumali emptied the cauldron of remains and continued, "All bloodline cultivators possess powerful self-healing abilities, and upon advancing to higher levels, they can even heal others. Therefore, I haven't paid much attention to this aspect of knowledge, and now I need to start learning from scratch."

"I see. But you don't need to be so precise, just make it roughly the same. After all, we're selling veterinary medicine, and those animals aren't easy to poison."

"That makes sense." Sumali stopped the experiment and returned to the desk. "This yellow healing elixir, while promoting growth, can easily cause muscle adhesions and severe pain if you're not careful."

"Hey, any piece of meat from a wild boar is bigger than a whole human. Forget about whether it's stuck together or not, if it can stop the bleeding on the spot, then it's a good thing."

After speaking confidently, Liu Xingmo carefully examined the prescription again.

"Relaxes muscles and promotes blood circulation, removes necrotic tissue and promotes tissue regeneration, drains toxins and pus... So that's what this compound medicine is for. By the way, are there any specific methods targeting bacteria?"

"Bacteria? Those extremely tiny parasitic life forms?" Sumari looked up in confusion. "I'm sorry, this is a field of study for biologists, and I don't have any relevant knowledge in it."

Liu Xingmo slapped his forehead: "Ah, do you know about penicillin?"

"What is it? Fermented food?" Sumali asked, even more puzzled.

"Hey? I think I've sniffed out a huge business opportunity!" Liu Xingmo opened his mouth wide, but hesitated to speak.

Thanks to magic and elixirs, the medical level in this world has taken a completely different path from that of the previous life.

A surge of joy rushed to my head, only to be suppressed by reason.

Liu Xingmo clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, finally saying helplessly, "Damn it, I've never learned this kind of knowledge..."

"Relax, let your ink flow. Everyone starts from nothing, gradually building their own unique wisdom." Su Mali placed her slender, fair hand in her husband's. "You're so smart, you'll definitely overcome all difficulties. I believe you can do it."

"Well! Now that we know the general direction, let's forge a new path through the thorns." Liu Xingmo sat back down at his desk, took out a large sheet of paper, and said, "Mary, I know something that can effectively remove infection, and it doesn't conflict with your medicine at all. At least, they're not on the same wavelength."

"Do what you want, I will always support you."

Liu Xingmo buried himself in his paper and pen.

Unearthing hazy memories, searching for knowledge from another world.

The most common antibiotic, penicillin, comes from the mold Penicillium and can effectively kill other bacteria.

Manufacturing involves cultivating large quantities of Penicillium mold, and the difficulty lies in removing impurities and purifying penicillin.

How should it be extracted?

Design an experiment first!