After several attempts, Wang Yicheng finally had a general understanding of the entire process.
"You can also pick five people yourself later, but you must be careful. The ratio absolutely cannot be wrong. If it's wrong, people will die!"
Han Mo reiterated as he spoke.
After all, the reactions throughout the entire process were quite intense. If the temperature or proportions were not controlled properly, these people would probably not even know how they died.
"There's one last point. At no time are these two windows allowed to be closed!"
In this era, only Han Mo knew how powerful this thing was.
The conditions on-site were too rudimentary. Besides maintaining ventilation, Han Mo himself didn't even know how to provide them with sufficient protection.
Fortunately, Wang Yicheng had been a cook before and was quite skilled at controlling heat.
After the initial awkwardness, he soon began to get the hang of it.
"Very good!"
Seeing that he was getting on track, Han Mo then took a small jar of ether to the next room.
The subsequent process was obviously much simpler. He directed Lü Debang to wash and dry the piles of wormwood grass nearby, then chop it into pieces and put it into another jar. Sealing it was considered the first step.
"What's the point of doing all this?"
After watching the entire process, Shao Bowen became even more confused.
After Han Mo finished explaining all the procedures, he pulled Han Mo to a corner and asked with a puzzled expression.
"Let me ask you, do you know why Guo Taiwei of the Shenzong Dynasty failed to conquer Jiaozhi?"
Instead of answering his question, Han Mo asked back.
"I naturally know that. The soldiers of my Great Song were not defeated by those jumping clowns. It was only because plagues were rampant within Jiaozhi, and the 300,000-strong army suffered more than half its casualties, forcing us to withdraw in the end!"
As the son of Shao Yong, Shao Bowen was naturally no stranger to such matters and answered directly without thinking.
"That's right. Do you know what disease the soldiers contracted the most?"
"Malaria!"
"That's right. After the jar ferments for seven days, the remaining substance at the bottom of the jar can specifically treat malaria!"
"What did you say?"
Upon hearing Han Mo's words, Shao Bowen's eyes widened.
It was known that in this era, let alone in Jiaozhi, even within the Great Song, malaria occurred from time to time.
And each time it occurred, the death toll could easily reach thousands or tens of thousands!
If not controlled properly, it was possible that forty to fifty percent of the city's population could die from malaria.
"The substance in here is a supreme divine medicine for treating malaria! Although the effect varies from person to person and may not reach ten out of ten, eight or nine out of ten is no problem!"
The discovery of artemisinin was a groundbreaking invention, and even in later generations, it was considered a breakthrough drug.
Not to mention that this was during the Great Song dynasty, thousands of years ago!
"You, you..."
"Do you think this thing will cause a rush to buy in Jiaozhi and Java?"
Han Mo asked, looking at Shao Bowen with a smile.
"If this thing is truly effective, they will be willing to give up their entire fortunes!"
After taking several deep breaths, Shao Bowen finally calmed down.
"I don't want their entire fortunes, I only want grain!"
"Then, how much does your excellency plan to price it at?"
Hearing Han Mo say this, Shao Bowen's spirits immediately lifted.
If this were true, the chance of success was not small.
"Why should I, your excellency, set the price? Just tell them directly that there are only 500 portions of this thing every year, and the highest bidder wins. Moreover, when people bid, they don't need to tell anyone else. They just need to write it on a piece of paper and hand it to our people!"
Hearing Han Mo say this, Shao Bowen immediately understood.
This kid was too insidious!
In any place, scarcity is valued. This was a certainty.
Especially in places like the South China Sea, where malaria outbreaks meant large-scale deaths every time.
Furthermore, in the face of epidemics, whether you were wealthy enough to rival a nation or held supreme power, your life was still as cheap as wild grass.
But with this thing, for those powerful elites, wasn't this a guarantee of life?
Especially since grain was too cheap for them.
After all, the climate in the South China Sea was hot and humid with abundant rainfall. As long as rice seeds were sown, they would grow well even without tending.
All the people of the South China Sea had to do was clear a piece of land, sow the rice seeds, and after a few dozen days, they could directly harvest.
"But your excellency, doing this might leave you with a notorious reputation for eternity!"
After a brief sigh, Shao Bowen suddenly spoke again.
"I have too many things to do. As for future matters, let's talk about them after I'm dead. Besides, what does it matter if they curse me a few times? I can't hear it anyway?"
Han Mo said, stretching his body lazily.
"Then, should this thing..."
Shao Bowen gestured towards the north as he spoke.
After all, even in the imperial palace, malaria occurred from time to time.
Even many of the current emperor's princes had died of malaria.
"Some should still be sent, but we can only say that these things were obtained by chance!"
Han Mo was aware of this. After all, given Emperor Huizong's current posture, he might still have more than ten or twenty children in the future.
If the emperor knew that Han Mo had hoarded such a good thing, he would hate him to death!
It would be better to send some to the imperial palace while there was still time.
As long as the lives of those noble people could be saved, the rest were temporarily irrelevant to Han Mo.
To prevent the prescription from being leaked, even if innocent people died or were injured in the process, he could only endure it for now...
After all, on the one hand, it was indeed troublesome to prepare this thing, and on the other hand, once it spread, with the control of the Great Song government, it was simply wishful thinking to prevent it from leaking!
"Yes!"
"Find more reliable manpower later. Also, we need to expand this area. It's still too small. When the time is right in the future, this place will likely bring the court an annual income no less than the Mint Bureau!"
Han Mo, who had transmigrated from later generations, naturally understood how profitable those pharmaceutical companies in later generations were!