Zhang Tianping is the head of the hybrid rice project team. He has three mutant male sterile rice plants in his hands. He is a very tough person, but tears welled up in his eyes when he looked at the three rice plants.
The others were either the same as Team Leader Zhang Tianping or the technician named Song Jiayu.
But no matter what, Song Jiayu was happy for these people.
All she could do was to transfer wood-type abilities to every rice plant in the field.
But this group of technicians are responsible for more.
This is the fifth batch of rice that has been accelerated using the wood-type ability since Song Jiayu joined the project team. For each batch, they would use a magnifying glass to search every rice plant.
This is what they are used to doing.
In the past, every June and July, they would go to the countryside or run all over the mountains, looking for it with a magnifying glass.
In modern times, the success of hybrid rice is only documented on paper.
Song Jiayu was among them and could see with her own eyes the hard work and perseverance of this group of people.
As they search year after year, no one can be sure that their hybridization project will be successful. Perhaps everyone is full of confidence at the beginning, but in the end, how many people can really persevere?
But unlike that Earth, in this parallel universe, there is a new person, Song Jiayu.
The wood-based ability is like an accelerator. With an accelerator, you can see results much faster.
The results show that the research direction is correct.
People will naturally move forward with determination.
The world’s granary is not a dream!
"Pa pa pa pa pa pa"
She stretched out her hand and applauded everyone.
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"Mom, Bai Zhou's teacher will be coming to our house for dinner today. I brought a piece of beef. Cut it into slices first, and marinate it with an egg white, starch, and some seasonings. I'll make boiled beef later. By the way, have you made the pork bone stew we agreed on this morning?"
Song Jiayu kept talking as soon as she entered the room.
"I have already stewed the bone soup and bought some tofu to stew together. The beef looks delicious. Next time you see mutton, you can buy some. Or old ducks or old hens will be fine. In March, your work at the research institute was all digging in the fields. It was hard work and you lost weight." Zhao Qiuqin looked at her daughter with such heartache.
I accepted my mother's kindness and let her wipe the sweat off my forehead. She then said, "I'm going back to my room to change my clothes. They're all soaked with sweat. I'll come out to help you later."
"Go ahead. I know you like cleanliness. The kettle in your room is full."
After Song Jiayu changed into a new set of clothes and put on a thin cotton-padded jacket with floral patterns, Jiang Baizhou, who had just got off work from the factory, came with his teacher Zhou Mingtong.
"Mr. Zhou, happy birthday today. I wish you good health and a long life."
Song Jiayu stepped forward and said auspicious words to the elderly man who was celebrating his birthday today.
"That requires living to be a hundred years old. I can be fine with God taking my life at any time." Zhou Mingtong said. The old man was very open-minded about birth, old age, sickness and death.
Entering the main room, smelling the aroma wafting from the kitchen, Zhou Mingtong asked, "What delicious food did you make today?"
"Boiled beef, pork ribs stewed with tofu, fried shredded pork fat, pickled cabbage, and dumplings made with the freshest wild vegetables this year."
Song Jiayu counted today's dishes one by one.
This made Zhou Mingtong very greedy. He said, "No need to go through so much trouble," with his eyes full of anticipation.
After a busy period in the kitchen with my mother, the table was ready.
Zhao Qiuqin also made a bowl of longevity noodles according to the village customs, with a sweet egg on top.
There is some chopped green onions on a bowl of hot wide noodles, and the sweet egg is so sweet that it can penetrate into your heart.
The scene moved Zhou Mingtong so much that the old man almost shed tears, but fortunately no one in the main room saw his broken face. Instead, they were all taking care of the two little ones.
An'an and Ningning were restlessly eating. The two little ones kept their heads down and played with the things in their hands. They didn't even listen to what Song Jiayu said several times.
So, she went straight to the two kids and took out what they had hidden in their pockets. It was a pocket watch.
"I put this pocket watch in the box well, how did you two get it out?"
Faced with her mother's question, An An used other methods: "Grandma, hello, An An, eat your meal obediently."
Zhao Qiuqin didn't dare to protect her grandson at this time.
Ningning hugged her mother's thighs, trying to act coquettishly to escape criticism: "Mom, I was wrong. My brother and I will eat well."
"Haha, you two, it's too late to act nice now. Starting tonight, your snacks for this week will be reduced by half."
The two little ones looked listless.
Zhao Qiuqi and Song Demin looked at him with heartache and said something.
"The two kids know they're wrong, so let's just let it go for a week, right?"
"Two days is okay?"
Song Jiayu shook her head: "One week is one week. Mom and Dad, don't give An An and Ning Ning too many snacks. Oh, Song Beiwang, you have to remember this too."
The two little ones became even more listless, thinking in their hearts: My uncle only snatches snacks from them, how could he give them any?
Zhou Mingtong, who had recovered his composure, was attracted by the pocket watch on the table.
"This is?"
Song Jiayu replied: "It's a gift given to me by an old friend."
"Can you show me?"
There was nothing to hide, so Song Jiayu handed over the pocket watch.
Zhou Mingtong opened the pocket watch and saw the small photo inside. The familiar smile and the face he had been thinking about day and night made his hands tremble as he could not hold the pocket watch.
Song Jiayu whispered quietly in Jiang Baizhou's ear: "Looking at your teacher, there's something wrong. Could it be that person that grandma mentioned back then?"
Jiang Baizhou shook his head: "I don't know. The teacher has been alone for so many years. Apart from teaching me, he hasn't talked about anything else."
Song Jiayu continued: "It's very likely."
Jiang Baizhou: "Let's listen to what the teacher says."
The couple whispered in a very low voice, but Zhou Mingtong was not blind and knew that they were talking about him.
He blew his beard and glared.
"If you two want to know, just ask me directly. What are you mumbling about?"
The two people being talked about were laughing awkwardly.
Afterwards, Zhou Mingtong told the story of him and his deaf-mute grandmother.
The two of them have similar family backgrounds and are childhood sweethearts. It can be said that they have each other in their hearts.
But at that time, Zhou Mingtong was an aspiring young man who was determined to serve his country. He went abroad to learn more advanced knowledge and then returned to repay his country.
When he finally returned to his motherland, he learned that his childhood sweetheart had died.
He could not forget that relationship, but he also felt that if he had not left, the girl who loved to laugh would not have died.
For so many years, Zhou Mingtong has been treating himself as a machine.
When he had used all his knowledge to serve his country, it was time for him to leave and follow his childhood sweetheart.
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