Third Mountain Agricultural Research Institute.
After several months, with the help of Song Jiayu's wood-based superpower accelerator, the hybrid rice project team made a major breakthrough.
Under the green fluorescent light in Song Jiayu's hand, a hybrid rice plant completed its life cycle in five minutes. Compared with ordinary rice, the lushness of this rice plant is three times that of ordinary rice.
Zhang Tianping, the project leader, excitedly said, "We've won the first phase, but we still need to simulate the rice growing environment in the greenhouse to test how much more rice yields can be achieved per mu of land."
"clear!"
"It's just working in the fields. We've been working in the fields for most of our lives! It's child's play!"
“…”
The team members were talking happily.
Song Jiayu was called out by Team Leader Zhang to talk together.
"Comrade Xiao Song, I really want to thank you this time. Without you, the village chief, it might take us several years to achieve our current goals."
"I didn't do anything." Song Jiayu is now also learning agricultural research from others, but the knowledge is as vast as the starry sky.
"Humility is a virtue, but don't be too modest. Have you ever thought about naming the first batch of hybrid rice?"
This is quite surprising.
Song Jiayu thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "How about Green Bud No. 1?"
I hope that the hybrid rice project will thrive like a green sprout, receiving the nourishment of rain and the fertility of the soil.
Zhang Tianping also thought of this implication.
"Green Bud No. 1, OK, we will have Green Bud No. 2 and Green Bud No. 3 in the future."
Team leader Zhang and Comrade Xiao Song both thought about the future, when acres of fields across the country would be filled with golden, heavy rice, and people would harvest it and marvel at the harvest.
One thousand jin, two thousand jin, three thousand jin, four thousand jin...
The number was beating so fast that Team Leader Zhang's heart could hardly bear it.
He got down to business: "Comrade Xiao Song, now that we've tested the yield here at the research institute, we're going to head south to the land of fish and rice. Unlike the drought here, there's good weather and good harvests. I'll take my team and start with a pilot project on the land in one village."
"I guess I can't go." Song Jiayu understood the role of her accelerator very well.
Zhang Tianping shook his head: "If our team really took you away, I'm afraid that the other teams would have to ride bicycles across a large area to chase you back."
Thinking of a large group of mud-covered men riding bicycles chasing after the train, the oldest one, Dean Lu, was leading the way shouting - you can leave, but put the people down.
"puff"
Song Jiayu laughed out loud with uncontrollable joy.
The same goes for Team Leader Zhang. His dark face was wrinkled from smiling.
Things were just as Team Leader Zhang said. The one acre of rice whose growth was accelerated by Song Jiayu's wood-type ability was ready for harvest in just ten days. All the members of the project team went to the fields with sickles. One person harvested the rice, one tied up the rice at the back, and another took it away.
It took five days to dry, thresh and finally weigh the rice, and the weight of the rice reached one thousand jin, or five hundred kilograms.
This time, not only Dean Lu came, but also the director of the Beilin City Agriculture Bureau.
He praised the entire project team in public.
Afterwards, Song Jiayu was promoted again. She is now a level 12 technician and her salary has increased to 66 yuan. It’s really a good thing.
Before Zhang Tianping and his team were about to leave the research institute and head to the county town in the south, Song Jiayu worked overtime and used her wood-type abilities to produce enough Green Bud No. 1 rice seeds to grow enough to plant an entire commune.
After they each carried their luggage, I watched them get on the train.
Now, Comrade Xiao Song has once again become a popular figure at the Third Mountain Agricultural Research Institute.
People from several project teams all looked at one person with their bright eyes - Dean Lu.
Now, the two most important project teams have achieved phased success.
The remaining project teams are of similar urgency.
If he chooses this one and not that one, it will discourage his subordinates. His job as the dean is really not easy.
Song Jiayu...was glared at by Dean Lu.
It's inexplicable. Is Director Lu experiencing menopause?
It would be better to let her be the dean.
She… glared back.
President Lu: ...
Young comrades nowadays just can’t keep their composure.
"Regarding Comrade Song Jiayu's grouping, I have decided that everyone should draw lots."
“Ah~~~~~~”
For a moment, everyone sighed.
The next second, they were cheering for the team leader who was going to draw lots.
"Team leader, believe in your luck."
"Team leader, let's bow towards the south."
"Team leader, let me tell you a joke. As long as you smile when you draw the lot, you will definitely win. My mom said that I have always had good luck because I loved laughing since I was a child."
…
A luck-seeking activity with various moves took place in the hall.
Dean Lu looked at everyone, puffed his beard and glared at them, and told them not to be superstitious. We must keep up with the pace of the country and not be people who promote superstition.
In fact, he turned his head, put his hands together, and prayed in his heart: Guanyin Bodhisattva, please let me draw the red lot.
Yes, even Dean Lu’s project requires a lottery.
In the end, in full view of everyone, the winner was Wan Changjin, the team leader of the corn yield increase project team, and the technicians in the team cheered loudly.
Others: ...
This is the third project team Song Jiayu has been in since she came to the Third Mountain Agricultural Research Institute.
The three project team leaders I know have different personalities. Team leader Li Sheng is steady, team leader Zhang Tianping is smooth, and as for team leader Wan Changjin, he is a chatterbox.
Since joining the project team, Team Leader Wan Changjin has never stopped talking.
"Corn, it has a name, it's called maize. It's native to America and South America. It's a tall annual herb with upright stems that usually don't branch. It's one to four meters tall. It loves light and can't tolerate shade. It also likes warmth..."
It seems that we are about to tell the story of how corn was introduced into the country in recent years.
Members of the project team have come to rescue Comrade Xiao Song, the golden nugget.
Someone was willing to feed the tiger with his own body and used questions to take Team Leader Wan Changjin away. Then, Song Jiayu saw that this person was scolded for a full half hour.
"That's how the team leader is. He's a nice guy. He never scolds us or gives us the cold shoulder."
"Yes, but there is one thing, the team leader likes to nag."
"When we make mistakes, we would rather accept criticism than endure nagging for more than half an hour!"
Several technicians who had just met were explaining things to Song Jiayu.
They want Comrade Xiao Song to feel at home in this big family project team.
"Well, there's nothing wrong with being a nag." Song Jiayu said.
In this way, he worked hard in the corn production increase project team.
At the same time, I also saw the project team’s past experimental data. The corn yield per acre was pitifully low compared to modern times... Wait, was there genetically modified corn at that time?
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