Gu Qingcheng's inspiration for the tea reception hall stemmed from the afternoon tea sessions of Cambridge博士s in England.
Among Cambridge scholars, the molecular biology laboratory was particularly renowned for its enjoyable and significant afternoon tea gatherings.
One autumn afternoon in the late 1970s, F. Sanger, seated in the reddish-brown brick building of the Cambridge campus, leisurely sipped his afternoon tea. He listened to the animated discussions of his peers and professors from other departments, his mind deep in thought.
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For the past six months, he had been fully immersed in the research and development of medicines. He was not very aware of his daughter's daily activities or any new developments in the village.
Given such freedom, it was a blessing he had cultivated over lifetimes that Gu Qingcheng had not gone astray but had instead become even more outstanding and excellent.
"Yes, but the quality is average; it's not clear and bright enough. We'll replace them with new ones once our glassmaking techniques improve."
Gu Chaobei felt deeply comforted and said with a smile:
"Sitting here, drinking tea, and looking at the mountain scenery below, it's simply delightful."
Gu Chaobei walked to the window and his expression immediately changed. He saw that the water level in the mountains below had risen to a visibly noticeable extent.
Seeing her father's troubled expression, Gu Qingcheng stepped forward and observed, saying:
"It seems the water level has risen by at least another 10 meters. The villagers are suffering." Gu Qingcheng shook her head. "I hope it doesn't continue to rise. If the water level rises any further, nearly all the population of the Great Zhou Dynasty will perish."
Ge Hong advocated for the unity of heaven and man. He didn't have strong feelings about the rise and fall of the imperial court or its people. Hearing the father and daughter speak, his expression remained calm.
Next, Gu Chaobei toured the pharmaceutical factory, selecting the areas they preferred most to serve as the medicine factory's sorting, cleaning, refining, and packaging workshops, among others.
Gu Qingcheng noted everything down and instructed the artisans to lay out the facility according to their requirements.
"Father, Daoist Master Ge, the training for the pharmaceutical factory personnel is nearly complete over these three months. Once the equipment arrives, we can begin the process of making pills and ointments.
However, in the initial stages, the specific procedures for producing each medicine will require your personal oversight. Otherwise, I fear they will not be able to manage it well when they first start, and we will waste medicinal materials."
After all, this was not modern society with highly automated machinery. Everything had to be done manually. Therefore, in layman's terms, drug manufacturing relied entirely on experience.
For instance, the proportions of medicinal ingredients, distillation, separation, and extraction all required manual operation. Naturally, Ge Hong and her father had the most experience in this regard, which was why Gu Qingcheng had spoken up.
"No problem. We'll set aside our current tasks and get the pharmaceutical factory on the right track," Gu Chaobei declared.