Chapter 132: Dog chewing mud
Juanjuan's hands were stained with a lot of medicinal herbs, and they looked a little black: "Yaoyao said it's wet, it needs to be dry."
"Do a little?" Doctor Huai considered these three words over and over again.
He seemed to have thought of something, and sifted all the water balls he had made earlier through the sieve in Juanjuan's hand, and then put them in a cool place to dry.
Si Jinchen was also stunned by his action: "Why did Grandpa Huai sieve all the good little pills?"
"Brother Benben, it's because Yaoyao drank too much water." Juanjuan's black little paw pointed at the slightly wet little pill.
"So it's uncomfortable?" Si Jinchen tilted his head and looked at the small pill.
Old Madam Si looked at the three children talking to each other, and then looked at Doctor Huai's actions.
I'm afraid that Juanjuan has helped Doctor Huai solve another big problem. It seems that there will be good news in a few days.
She waved to the three children and quietly left the pharmacy with them without disturbing Doctor Huai's thoughts.
"Juanjuan, grandma will take you to wash your hands first. Look, your hands have turned into little black claws." Old Madam Si looked at her little black claws with a helpless look on her face.
"Okay!" Juanjuan washed her hands carefully.
When they left, they saw Baiqiao still studying seriously, so they said goodbye to the shopkeeper and left with their three children.
A few days later, I received good news from Doctor Huai. He had made the tablets, but there were some differences in size. He was preparing to make molds.
Si Tian took out the small square oil paper bag that was placed in a dark and humid place, unsealed it, poured out the sugar, and found that the sugar inside was intact.
There is still no problem with the tablets being packed one by one, so the oil paper can be used to hold the tablets.
Put about ten tablets in a pack and it can be used as a household medicine.
Now he needs to find someone to print his name, and also write down the method of taking, quantity, and corresponding symptoms.
He still has no idea about the granules, but he has made some molds so that the pills can be sealed with wax, which can also lock in moisture and prevent spoilage.
Juanjuan and the others resumed their classes.
When Yan Anqing arrived, he handed Si Tian a letter: "This is the reply from my friend. It contains what you asked me last time."
After Si Tian took the letter and read it, he had some thoughts in his mind.
"Achen, these are books about guns that I asked someone to find for you. Please take a look at them first." Yan Anqing handed a stack of books to Si Jinchen.
"Thank you, teacher." Si Jinchen's eyes were full of smiles. These were very useful to him.
Si Tian and Siming have been so busy lately that they are nowhere to be seen, and even Liu Chengan and his wife have disappeared.
Now Liu Yueya spends more and more time in the Governor's Mansion. After finishing her homework after class, the children start studying guns.
This time they were looking at a Type 88 rifle. Once they took it apart, they could see that the firing pin inside was broken, indicating that it had been used for a long time.
"Strange, why is the firing pin broken?" Liu Yueya is following them now and knows a lot about guns.
Even the parts of these guns are distinguished and described clearly.
"The firing pin of a gun will break after being used for a long time." Juanjuan picked up the firing pin with her little hand and took a look at it.
Si Jinchen reached out and took the firing pin from her hand and began to wonder whether it was a problem with the material or the craftsmanship.
If you are not clear about something now, you can write it down and solve it when you have the chance later.
Except for Juanjuan, all the other children began to write down the shortcomings of the guns and discuss them with each other.
Their current knowledge reserves are limited, but that doesn’t mean they can’t solve the problem in the future.
Juanjuan played with the old, disassembled sleeve: "The medicine is not good, the gun is hot, the bullets are clicking, my eyes are dizzy, and my health is not good."
"Qiangqiang, you really are full of problems!"
The three children were still discussing, but when they heard her chattering, they all stopped and looked at her.
"Brother and sister, what are you looking at Juanjuan for?" Juanjuan blinked his big eyes when he was stared at by three pairs of eyes.
"Juanjuan, what did you just say?" Liu Yueya wanted to confirm it again.
Juanjuan smiled and repeated what he had just said: "Qianqiang has a lot of problems!"
The three children looked down at the disassembled gun and fell into deep thought.
Does Yaoyao refer to gunpowder?
Does hot mean that the heat dissipation is not good?
Is the clicking sound a result of a stuck magazine?
So what are the dizzy eyes and poor body?
Juanjuan watched the three of them biting their pens and lost in thought. She tilted her head and didn't disturb them.
She stood up from the ground with her little butt sticking out, and ran towards the living room outside: "Songsong, Ruanruan, Jizizi, let's go out and play!"
A group of small animals ran out quickly and followed her out of the house.
When Madam Si saw this, she simply shouted behind him, "You can't run out of the door!"
"Okay!" Juanjuan answered crisply.
The soldiers smiled and greeted her when they saw her: "Miss Juanjuan, do you want to play in the yard?"
"Well, brother, I won't disturb you!" Juanjuan said and ran a little further away.
A few birds flew over from the tree. "Chirp! The diplomat's heirloom has been stolen."
Juanjuan tilted her head and looked at them: "What is a family heirloom?"
"Chirp. It means something very important." The little bird flew to Ruanruan's body.
"Woof woof. Can I eat it?" Ruanruan turned her head to look at the little bird on her body.
"Chirp. You can't eat it! But it's very important to him!" The little bird shook its head.
Juanjuan looked at the bird: "Little bird, do you know who took it?"
"Chirp chirp. I don't know. I heard about it this morning as well."
"Squeak, squeak, squeak. I know, I know." The little mouse came out from somewhere.
"Cluck! Who stole it?" the hen asked the little mouse.
The little mouse instantly sensed Alexander and remained silent for a long time.
"Woof woof. Move away, you're scaring it." Songsong pushed the hen away a little.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak. I heard from my brother at home that it was a thief. It happened to see him stealing something yesterday."
The little mouse told them what he knew.
"People who steal things are not good kids. I'm going to tell dad to arrest him." Juanjuan said angrily.
"Oh oh oh! Do you know where he is?" Huahua Chicken looked at Juanjuan.
This question stumped Juanjuan. She scratched her head and didn't know where to tell her father to catch the person.
"Chirp chirp. Let's go find out for you."
"Squeak, squeak. I'm coming too."
Soon all the birds and mice in the yard disappeared, leaving only Juanjuan and a group of small animals at home.
She ran here and there in the yard, and it was Sima Ming who came back and called her back.
"Juanjuan, it's time to come back for dinner."
"Dad!" Juanjuan heard his voice, turned around and ran towards him.
As a result, he moved too fast and was tripped by the chicken behind him, falling flat on his face.
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