On September 15th, the fleet finally returned to Jiangzhou.
On the pier, Fang Zhe had already brought officials of all sizes to welcome Master Wang's triumphant return.
In fact, news of Suzhou's big victory has long been reported back.
Soon after Song Yang arrived, the people rejoiced and the dock was surrounded by water.
After another long speech at the dock, Song Yang was able to escape and go home.
In the evening, Song Yang arranged a grand celebration banquet. All the generals who participated in the two expeditions gathered together. All the Renaissance soldiers also had meat as a meal tonight.
These two victories completely stabilized the situation in Jiangnan. There will be no more wars in Jiangnan for a long time to come.
This is a happy event worth celebrating.
"Huh? Are you... a big man? How many months has it been?"
After the banquet was over, Seventh Uncle Song Tongzheng and everyone walked out. As soon as they went out, they saw Bai Xiaohua and the women clearing the plates.
The big man he was talking about was Gongsun Qi. Gongsun Qi was a tall man and his seventh uncle Song Tong often called him big man.
"It's been five months since Bai Xiaohua, a civilian girl, visited the prince. She returned to the prince." Bai Xiaohua saluted slightly with her belly puffed out.
"Oh oh oh. Take good care of yourself, take good care of yourself."
Song Tong looked at Bai Xiaohua's belly, then looked back at Song Yang.
Then he greeted Bai Xiaohua and left in large strides.
Song Yang left the banquet and walked to the door of his home. He saw his seventh uncle Song Tong squatting under a tree outside the courtyard gate.
"Huh? Why are uncle Qi squatting here? Why don't you come into the room and sit down?" Song Yang stepped forward and said.
"Huh! I'm waiting for you!" Uncle Qi said angrily.
"What's wrong? Who made you angry?" Song Yang scratched his head, Uncle Qi's attitude was not very good.
"You!"
"I?"
"Do you know that my eldest son's wife is pregnant?" Song Tong asked.
"Uh... I know. It has nothing to do with me!" Song Yang waved his hands hurriedly.
If Uncle Qi thought that he was having an affair with his subordinate's wife, his reputation would be ruined.
He doesn't want to be Cao Cao...
"It has nothing to do with you! People who get married later have babies, look at you!" Uncle Qi said with a heartbroken look on his face.
"Uh..." Song Yang scratched his head and stopped talking.
"Ah Yang, our Lao Song family is very small, with only two or three children in a family. You have to work hard!"
"This world will definitely belong to you from now on. You can't even have a prince!"
The seventh uncle, Song Tong, spoke sincerely.
"Ahem. Uncle Qi. I've worked very hard too! It depends on God!" Song Yang said with a bitter face.
"Bah! What do you call hard work? You haven't taken them with you for three to five months since you left home. When will this happen?"
"I'm telling you. No matter where you go from now on, you have to take one with you!"
Song Tong pointed at Song Yang and emphasized.
"Yeah, yeah, yes! My nephew understands." Song Yang said, shrinking his neck.
Uncle Qi was doing it for his own good, of course he knew it.
"Well. That's pretty much it. Okay, Uncle Qi is here to talk to you and tell you to hold on tight!" Uncle Qi patted Song Yang on the shoulder and said.
"Go home, they have been waiting for you for months. Go! Work hard!"
Uncle Qi gave Song Yang an encouraging look before leaving.
Song Yang was speechless and wiped his face before walking into the courtyard.
"Oh...some people even know how to come back!"
"Yes, yes! I thought I would never come back after settling down outside!"
As soon as Song Yang entered the small courtyard, he heard a strange smell coming from the house.
Song Yang frowned, there were still two grudge women at home who needed to be appeased.
"Ahem! I'm not busy with official duties!"
"Ladies, don't be angry!"
Song Yang walked in with a sheepish smile on his face.
There's nothing a big stick can't solve.
If so, just two meals.
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At noon the next day, Song Yang opened his tired eyes.
I worked too hard yesterday and got up late.
The two girls were quite energetic and went about their own business early.
Tong Qian is the chairman of the Women's Federation and has a formal job every day. Although she is not very busy, she can still go to work for a while.
Shen Xiaowan is doing business recently.
She and her aunt Shen Linglong set up a business in Fucheng, North and South, specializing in selling products from various places.
Jiangzhou has gradually liberalized its commodity economy this year, and some non-strategic materials and relatively abundant commodities are allowed to circulate on their own.
However, the transaction method is still food stamps and other tickets.
The credibility of the ticket system has long been established. Compared with heavy metal, tickets are more convenient to carry.
Everyone is not used to using tickets and then asking people to exchange them for gold and silver.
Moreover, the official guidance on the economic aspect is mainly based on the ticket system.
To pave the way for the future implementation of banknotes.
Song Yang got up, packed his clothes, had something to eat, and it was already afternoon.
The first thing in the afternoon was to see him for a Penicillium culture.
Pushing open the door of the laboratory, Song Yang was shocked by the petri dishes on the shelves.
Petri dishes supported by transparent glass are densely packed on a whole shelf!
At a glance, there must be more than a hundred!
For more than two months, Tong Qian and Shen Xiaowan came back almost every day to collect Penicillium.
Song Yang only taught them how to collect, but did not teach them the next step.
So the two girls kept repeating the work of collecting penicillium.
As a result, there were so many petri dishes.
Song Yang took a few petri dishes and saw that there were a lot of Penicillium and the concentration was also very high.
These petri dishes are ready for further planning.
"With so much material added at once, maybe we can actually get penicillin." Song Yang muttered with the corner of his mouth raised.
"My lord, how is it? We did the right thing, right?"
As soon as Song Yang put the petri dish on the table, Tong Qian came back.
"Yeah. Not bad! Not bad! Very well done! These are all good materials!" Song Yang praised with a thumbs up.
"Hehe. That slave is waiting for the magic medicine developed by the prince!" Tong Qian said with a smile.
Song Yang told the girls more than once about the magic of penicillin.
The two girls have classified penicillin as a miracle drug.
"I will try my best. This thing is not my specialty. Whether I can succeed or not depends on luck."
"Is there any other prince who is unprofessional?"
"That must be true. I am not omnipotent."
"Then what is the prince's major?"
"My specialty is...spanking you!"
"Snapped!"
"Hahaha!"
"Ouch! Disgusting!"
While the two were playing around, Song Yang brought over rapeseed oil and charcoal.
The formal experiment began.
First filter the culture medium in the petri dish with gauze.
Then add rapeseed oil and mix well.
After stirring, drain out the water.
This process lasted for more than two hours.
Shen Xiaowan came back from get off work, but Song Yang hadn't finished the operation yet.
The two girls didn't dare to disturb him, so they carefully peeked outside the window.
The last step of pumping is more troublesome.
The glass needle tube made by Gongsun Mo is used.
This thing is so big, it looks like a giant needle used to inject elephants.
Song Yang had to concentrate completely.
It's such a big thing, if you're not careful, you will smash the petri dish...
There's nothing we can do about it. Needles are already relatively sophisticated glass products.
Gongsun Mo and the others are still in the exploratory stage.
Being able to make such a large one is already considered progress.
After dusk, Song Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief.