In fact, when Tang Qinghao saw this piece of land, he felt that it couldn't be just a game of house. It was very well tidied up. The land was tidily cleaned up, and the stones on the ground were picked up and thrown aside neatly.

Five or six people were busy in the field, wielding hoes and shovels.

Very hard working.

But it was also clear that this piece of land had just been reclaimed. He felt that it was most likely the Minister of Agriculture, an old expert named Qiao, who, in order to avoid having his voice divided by the Tang family, had tried desperate measures to build such a test field.

What a cunning old man.

The Tang family brought so much food with them! Tang Qinghao was unhappy when he thought that these foods could not help them gain the right to speak in the First Base as they wished.

He looked at the people in the field, and after repeated observation, he was a little unsure, so he moved next to Qiao Xuejun and asked Qiao Xuejun in a low voice: "Hey, who is the old expert Qiao?"

Among those who were resting, he took a fancy to Qiao Xuejun.

Qiao Xuejun raised her eyebrows: "Expert Qiao?"

Tang Qinghao looked at the ground, and finally looked at Uncle Feng: "Is that it?"

The old man looked like a good farmer and had a serious look. He was also old enough.

Qiao Xuejun: "His last name is Feng."

After answering, Qiao Xuejun looked subtle: "Why are you looking for old expert Qiao?"

When talking about the word "old", Qiao Xuejun's tone paused.

Tang Qinghao shook his head: "Nothing, just a chat to see if he is confident that he can grow crops."

Sure? About 90 percent. After all, rye can grow in this environment. Unlike wheat, rye does not have high requirements for land and environment. As long as there is no sudden natural disaster, this rye will be fine.

Qiao Xuejun calmly replied: "In this weather, there is no 100% certainty. Success or failure is normal."

Tang Qinghao curled his lips: "Failure is normal."

He felt that the other party was not very sure, otherwise why didn't they plant earlier, and had to wait until they came to plant? Wasn't it because they brought so much food and supplies to the base and wanted to divide his food department's rights, so he was anxious.

A cornered dog will do something desperate.

It would be strange if crops could be grown in this way.

Noticing that this person's attitude was a bit strange, Qiao Xuejun stopped talking.

But Tang Qinghao kept chattering, saying that the old man’s surname was not Qiao, so what about that one, was that old man Qiao?

Tang Qinghao took a fancy to another slightly older man, who was a friend brought by Uncle Feng and was also good at farming.

Qiao Xuejun: "There is only one person here with the last name Qiao."

Tang Qinghao: "Which one? Is this what I said?"

Before Qiao Xuejun could answer, Uncle Zhang, who was guarding the hot water bucket, came over and asked, "Teacher Qiao, can you add some more warm water?"

Qiao Xuejun put down the cup and shook her head: "Thank you, Uncle Zhang, but that's okay."

Tang Qinghao stared at Qiao Xuejun with wide eyes: "Is your last name Qiao?"

When Uncle Zhang heard Tang Qinghao ask this, he was happy to introduce him to him: "Mr. Tang, you don't know him yet, this is Mr. Qiao from our First Base, the Minister of Agriculture, who is in charge of food sources!"

Uncle Zhang had a very high favorable impression of the Tang family. No one knew better than him how tight the food distribution was. He was in charge of the food distribution in the cafeteria, and he always thought it would be great if a lot of food fell from the sky.

As a result, the Tang family came to seek refuge with 200,000 kilograms of compressed biscuits!

Uncle Zhang introduced Qiao Xuejun again: "This is Mr. Tang from Shuguang Foods. He came to our base a few days ago and brought more than 100,000 kilograms of compressed biscuits!"

Qiao Xuejun has been busy these days and has not paid attention to such things. She only heard the system reporting from time to time that new survivors had checked in.

Tens of thousands of kilograms of compressed biscuits is quite a lot.

Qiao Xuejun smiled at him and said, "Thank you for your help. Your food will help relieve a lot of pressure on the base."

For some reason, Tang Qinghao's face turned red. Fortunately, he was wearing a mask and it was dark, so it was not obvious.

He was somewhat shocked by Qiao Xuejun's words. In his imagination, the Minister of Agriculture must be a stubborn old man. Because he was unwilling to give up his right to speak, he came up with this trick to consolidate his power and refused to acknowledge the value of their grain.

But Qiao Xuejun actually admitted that they were important in the first sentence. This was beyond Tang Qinghao's cognition, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

He stuttered: "Hello, Teacher Qiao."

Qiao Xuejun nodded: "I'm going to the field. If you have any more questions, you can come to me."

Tang Qinghao: "Okay."

Watching Qiao Xuejun going down to the field, Tang Qinghao stopped talking and just looked at the land in front of him.

Even though Qiao Xuejun was very polite, he didn't think any crops could be grown on this piece of mountain land.

However, after so many days at the base, he knew that everyone in the base praised Expert Qiao whenever they talked about him, and they basically believed that Qiao Xuejun could grow crops.

I never expected that the Minister of Agriculture is so young and a woman.

He will continue to pay attention to this piece of land. If the crops cannot sprout, it will be in vain. Let the Tang family also participate in the food distribution.

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Because there was always someone to help, the time actually spent on soil modification was only half of what Qiao Xuejun had expected, and it was completed in three days at most.

Next you can start sowing.

Rye can be sown directly with seeds, without the need to raise seedlings in advance.

Because there were only a group of veterans helping out, the sowing was completed quickly.

Tang Qinghao comes to the fields every day, but he is different from others. He never helps, he just watches.

"Have the crops sprouted today?" he still asked every day.