Shen Qing glanced at the packet of caustic soda beside him.
A single small packet can probably only yield enough rayon for one bolt of silk; to mass-produce it, tens of thousands of packets would be needed.
How many questions would she have to answer?
This deal doesn't seem worth it.
If I don't trade with him, I won't even get a small packet...
Shen Qing gritted her teeth and nodded: "Okay! Ask away!"
"Where did you come from?" He stared sharply into her eyes, his voice turning cold and low. "Don't try to lie to me. If I find out, I'll make sure you never get caustic soda or baking soda again."
This is yet another question that could cost you your life.
Shen Qing frowned, looking troubled.
Cheng Zhiwen had clearly already determined that she was not the original owner of this body. Asking her where she came from was just an attempt to expose her step by step.
But if she doesn't answer, she won't get the caustic soda, she won't be able to make rayon, and she won't be able to pay off her debts.
If she had to choose between having her identity exposed by him and being dragged to be beheaded, she would rather have her identity exposed by him.
Thinking of this, Shen Qing gritted his teeth: "Hangzhou, I came from Hangzhou."
She did indeed live in Hangzhou in modern times.
Cheng Zhiwen stared intently into her eyes, as if trying to make her panic and reveal more.
She had a clear conscience and faced his scrutiny with integrity.
After a long silence, she broke it first: "Alright, I've answered you. Can I have the caustic soda now?"
Cheng Zhiwen remained silent, still scrutinizing her.
She immediately reached out and took the oil paper bag from his waist, then quickly moved to the other side of the table.
Immediately put on the white gauze mask that you sewed yourself, pour the caustic soda powder into the ceramic bottle, and then slowly pour in the filtered water, shaking until it is completely dissolved.
Next, carbon dioxide needs to be added to obtain sodium xanthate.
Shen Qing happily opened the quicklime, put it into water according to the ratio, and after the reaction, it became lime slurry.
The next step is to add baking soda.
She opened a small packet of baking soda, measured it out, added it to the lime slurry, stirred it, and the substance began to settle, with a layer of clear liquid floating on top.
Take the prepared porcelain bottle to the side and slowly pour acetic acid into the clear liquid. Immediately, a colorless and odorless gas appears. Bring the bottle opening close and introduce the gas into the bottle.
After collecting the carbon dioxide, Shen Qing clapped her hands happily. When she turned around, she found that Cheng Zhiwen was still watching her.
She was a little nervous at first, but then she remembered that he had already guessed that she wasn't the original owner of this body, so she calmed down and went to another table to pour herself some tea.
She sat down, teacup to her lips, her gaze fixed on him.
As darkness slowly descended, only a faint, lingering orange-red hue remained on the horizon, seeping into the silk weaving workshop.
The warm glow of the setting sun enveloped him, as if coating him with a soft hue, softening his usually sharp gaze.
Shen Qing chewed on a tea stem, thinking to himself: He's really handsome!
If it weren't for Cheng Zhiwen's dislike of her, she wouldn't mind having a romance with him in ancient times.
Recalling that kiss in Shanghai, she suddenly felt warm all over and a little excited.
“Young mistress,” Chunju brought in a candlestick, “it’s getting dark, I’ll light a lamp for you.”
As he spoke, he placed the candlestick on the table where the chemical reagents were being extracted.
The small flint and steel box was opened, the stone and the patch collided, and a flame shot up.
With a loud "crack," the ceramic bottle that ignited the carbon dioxide suddenly shattered, sending shards of porcelain flying in all directions.
Upon hearing the sound, Shen Qing looked over and saw a sharp shard of porcelain strike her chest, embedding itself deeply into her body...
My chest felt like it had been ripped in two, the pain was excruciating...
She supported herself by pressing one hand on the table to keep from collapsing, while pressing the other hand against her chest and looking at Chunju across from her.
Chunju was engulfed by the smoke from the explosion, and screamed shrilly...
"Chunju..." Shen Qing slowly walked towards her, extending a hand to her, "Come here quickly..."
She had barely taken two steps when she was suddenly lifted up by the waist and carried outside.
Cheng Zhiwen laid her flat on the floor in the yard, knelt beside her, and quickly took off his suit jacket and covered her with it.
Then, Shen Qing saw him rush in again.
He quickly helped Chunju to the well, and he swiftly scooped water and splashed it on Chunju's face, and the burning sensation on her face soon subsided.
Shen Qing was relieved to see that Chunju had stopped crying.
She raised her hand to touch her chest and felt blood all over her hand; the pain was getting more and more intense.
She knew that the piece of porcelain must have been embedded very, very deep.
She's not afraid of getting hurt right now; her only worry is whether the raw materials and reagents she's worked so hard to extract will be completely lost...
After settling Chunju in, Cheng Zhiwen came over to check her wounds.
He pulled his suit jacket down to cover her stomach, then exposed her breasts.
On the light pink silk gown, a ring of red, blood slowly soaked into the surrounding fabric.
"We can't pull the porcelain shard out now, or the blood will spurt out. Leave it like this for now, and I'll take you to an inn to find a doctor to treat you."
Shen Qing nodded, her vision gradually blurring.
She forced her eyelids open to stay awake and looked at Chunju: "What about Chunju...?"
Cheng Zhiwen covered her with the suit jacket, wrapping it tightly around her body, before picking her up: "She's alright now. I told her to make sure to apply ice to her face when she gets back."
"Is her eye injured?"
"It's alright."
Cheng Zhiwen was about to leave with Shen Qing in his arms, but Chunju was unwilling to return to the Gao family and followed them to the inn.
Shen Qing was carried to a bed. In her hazy consciousness, she heard an unfamiliar voice say, "Only by cutting open the fabric around Madam's chest can this old man see the wound..."
Then Chunju cried out, "No...you can't cut the young mistress's clothes...no..."
She wanted to tell Chunju that it was alright and that saving her life was the most important thing, but she was too tired and sleepy. She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a complete sentence.
When I woke up again, I had no idea when or where I was.
Shen Qing touched his chest; the familiar silky feel was gone, replaced by a rough gauze-like texture. He reached up and touched the protruding bone on his shoulder blade.
So she wasn't wearing any clothes...
She patted her forehead, afraid to move, and tilted her head to observe her surroundings.
Judging from the environment, it's inside a room in an inn. Is this where Cheng Zhiwen is staying?
The brown carved wooden door was pushed open at that very moment.
Chunju came in carrying a tray in both hands. When she saw that she was awake, she rushed forward with joy, knelt by the bed, and asked with red eyes, "Young Madam, you're finally awake! How are you feeling?"
Shen Qing touched her wound again, her brows furrowing slightly: "It hurts..."
Chunju hurriedly got up to check her wound, tears streaming down her face as she looked: "It was stabbed too deep, the doctor said it almost pierced her heart..."
She didn't dare tell Shen Qing that she would die if she deviated even a little further, but when she thought of how she almost killed her master, she couldn't control her emotions and buried her face in Shen Qing's arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
Shen Qing swallowed hard, staring blankly into the void.
Her hand moved under the covers, carefully touching the location of her wound, and then, guided by feeling, she touched the location of her heart...
The distance is only half the length of a thumb...
Was this almost another death?
Shen Qing was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Chunju and comforted her with a smile, "I'm fine, I'm still alive and well, aren't I? Don't cry."
After saying that, remembering her clothes, she asked, "Did you help me take off my clothes? Where are they?"
Chunju raised her head, her eyes red, and whispered, "It was Second Young Master Cheng who cut your clothes..."
Shen Qing: ? ? ?
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