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With manganese sand, all the raw materials for disinfectant are ready.

Gu Mingli began trial production of the first batch of disinfectant that afternoon.

The process is not complicated, but each step needs to be strictly controlled.

Gu Mingli personally stood by the stove, teaching Xiong Er and several "apprentices" how to operate it step by step.

First, mineral water needs to be distilled to obtain a high-concentration sodium salt solution.

Then the sodium salt solution and lime powder are mixed in proportion and heated and stirred.

"Stirring must be done at a constant speed! Don't stir too fast or too slow!"

"The heat is too high! Look at the size of the bubbles! Small bubbles are right, large bubbles are overcooked!"

"Don't pour all the lime powder at once! Add it in three batches! Stir it 100 times after each addition before adding the next batch!"

The bandits were clumsy, but earnest.

Finally, manganese sand powder is added as a catalyst, and the mixture is continuously heated to a specific temperature.

Cooling, filtering, and dispensing.

The entire process takes about six hours.

Xiong Er squatted by the stove and stirred for two whole hours. His arms ached so much that he couldn't lift them, but he refused to let anyone take his place.

As the sun set, the first batch of disinfectant was finally ready.

The liquid is light yellow and has a pungent but not overpowering odor.

Gu Mingli dipped a bamboo skewer in the liquid and dripped it onto a moldy wooden board.

The mold spots disappeared completely within the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.

A little more was dripped into a bowl of murky mountain spring water.

Within moments, the water became clear and transparent.

"The effect is very good." Gu Mingli's tone rarely carried a hint of satisfaction.

"It meets the standards. Mass production is ready."

Gu Mingyue stood aside, looking at the unremarkable light yellow liquid.

This stuff isn't worth much money these days; a big bottle costs just a few dollars in the supermarket.

But during the Dayong Dynasty.

It can save lives.

Water purification, wound disinfection, and disinfection of epidemic areas.

Each of these is a pressing need at the moment.

Once mass production is successful, she will have another trump card to use in negotiations with the emperor.

"Starting tomorrow, all stoves will be put into operation," Gu Mingyue ordered.

"Goal: 100 jars per day."

"Within ten days, we will have enough stock to fill one thousand jars."

"Prioritize sending two hundred jars back to the capital for Prince Qi to inspect. The rest should be sent to the Yitang for storage, in case of unforeseen circumstances."

Xiong Er accepted the order.

He immediately turned around and arranged for people to take turns guarding the stove.

Hu Si, a round-faced man, was appointed as the "kitchen and stove manager," responsible for managing the firewood supply and the stove's heat.

The tall, thin man was assigned to watch over the water collection pool to ensure an uninterrupted flow of mineral water.

One-eyed man Liu Dazhuang led a team of people to mine manganese sand from the caves behind the mountain, carrying two baskets down every day.

Liu the Bald, along with his brothers from Baishipo, were specifically responsible for purchasing lime powder and charcoal from the foot of the mountain, as well as transporting finished disinfectant down the mountain.

There is a clear division of labor, and everyone performs their duties.

The "Mining Project Team" of Weihuzhai was established.

They completely transformed from a group of destitute mountain bandits into an organized and disciplined production team.

Peach Blossom sat in the council chamber, a thick ledger spread out in front of her.

She bit the pen and meticulously recorded her daily expenses, stroke by stroke.

"Ten sets of copper pipes, three thousand taels..."

"Fifty bags of lime powder, eighty taels..."

"One cartload of charcoal, twelve ounces..."

"food……"

She flipped through the purchase receipts that Gong Huo had handed over.

"Grain...2,300 shi, costing 4,600 taels."

After writing it down, she added up all the numbers.

Then I added it again.

Then he slumped onto the table and let out a wail.

"Miss, you've spent almost ten thousand taels in just ten days!"

Gu Mingyue was drinking soup when she heard this and raised her eyelids slightly.

"Only ten thousand taels?"

Peach Blossom: "...Just?"

"Keep spending." Gu Mingyue put down her bowl. "Don't be stingy with money. Money won't make more money."

Taozhi felt that every word her mistress said was challenging the limits of her understanding as an ordinary maid.

More and more people from other mountain strongholds are coming to join the "Pujitang Expressway Business Division".

Gu Mingyue decided to arrange for them to start laying the highway from Jiangzhou to the capital city.

Road paving is a long-term project that consumes a huge amount of money.

Even if the King of Qi came to inspect the project every day, he couldn't say anything.

Gu Mingyue was smugly making plans.

Yi Wu walked in from outside.

"Miss, Mr. Lu has arrived."

Gu Mingyue nodded.

She summoned the people—a professional financial team trained by the Prince Qi's residence!

Lu Qinghe, dressed in blue, moved with a brisk pace, followed by a team of accountants and "guards".

"Master."

Lu Qinghe's attitude towards Gu Mingyue is now noticeably more respectful.

"I heard the owner has started a new business, so I'll get you the accounting staff right away."

Gu Mingyue hummed in agreement.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Lu. I'll leave the accounts here to you."

"Of course."

Lu Qinghe smiled and cupped his hands in greeting.

Then, he turned around and greeted the group of people behind him.

"Everyone, greet the master."

The dozen or so accountants bowed in unison, "Greetings, Master."

Gu Mingyue nodded, speaking in a steady and measured manner, exuding the air of a powerful boss.

"I'll be relying on you all for this project from now on. Each of you will receive 3 taels of silver per month, and once the project is operational, you'll each receive an additional year-end bonus."

Upon hearing this, the crowd didn't even exchange glances, but instead bowed and thanked them in a cold and aloof manner.

Gu Mingyue understood.

This group of people should not be Lu Qinghe's subordinates, but rather sent directly by the Prince of Qi.

It seems they are preparing to strictly monitor the income and expenditure of the road paving project.

After all, this is a collaboration with the imperial court, so it's perfectly reasonable for them to send financial personnel.

Gu Mingyue wasn't annoyed; it saved her some trouble.

Her gaze fell on the burly men.

Lu Qinghe smiled and introduced the "guards" to the group.

"Master, these gentlemen were sent by our master to help manage the team."

Gu Mingyue took a closer look.

These men were all burly, with thick, calloused hands.

He looks like a retired soldier.

She needed a group of people who could keep the bandits in check.

"You've come at the perfect time. You'll be section managers for the highway division. Once the highway is open to traffic, you'll be toll station managers. The monthly salary is 5 taels."

Several burly men bowed in unison, "Yes, sir!"

In this way, Gu Mingyue no longer needs to bother finding someone to manage the team here.

In the following days, the disinfectant began to be shipped in bulk.

Gu Mingli returned to Jiangzhou.

Gu Mingyue shuttled between Kyoto and Weihu Village.

Ten days later, just past noon.

Yi Wu quickly walked to Gu Mingyue's side.

"Miss, someone has come from down the mountain to deliver a message."

"Who?"

"They came from the pharmacy. They said they were sent by Doctor Fang."

Fang Henian?

Gu Mingyue's heart skipped a beat, as if she had sensed something.

She hurried to the entrance of the village.

A panting young man stood outside the door, sweating profusely and covered in dust from his journey, looking like he had run a long way.

"Master Gu!"

Once the man had caught his breath, he pulled a letter from his pocket.

"Dr. Fang instructed me to personally deliver it to you."

Gu Mingyue took the letter and opened it to read.

Fang Henian's handwriting is extremely messy; it's clearly the handwriting of a doctor!

The letter contained only a few lines.

[To the Head of the House: Over the past ten days, there has been a sudden increase in cough patients in Kyoto and several surrounding prefectures. Our clinic sees over a hundred patients daily with similar symptoms: persistent high fever, coughing up blood, and shortness of breath.]

This is no ordinary disease; it may spread.

The charitable organization is already responding to the epidemic.

Please, employer, return immediately to make a decision.

After reading the letter, Gu Mingyue folded the note and put it away.

The task milestone has arrived!