"Little human!"
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Qiao Xuejun handed over the bristles of 5,000 purple-flowered plants to the research team. It was inconvenient to scrape off the remaining ones, as they would lose their function as a line of defense if scraped off again.
Over the past few months, the purple flowers have adapted very well to the climate. Originally, only a row of them were planted around the foot of the mountain.
Now they have spread themselves into three or four rows and are quite dense.
The loss of 5,000 plants will not have much impact on the purple flower protection belt.
"Minister, our expansion application has been submitted, but the Engineering Department has been busy lately, and quite a few people have gone to the salvage team. We'll have to wait in line."
In front of the rye field, Xiao Feng reported to Qiao Xuejun.
Qiao Xuejun walked along the edge of the wheat field, checking the condition of the rye: "How long will it take?"
There are only two days left before the temperature drops significantly, so it’s probably too late.
There is a shortage of manpower and materials.
Xiao Feng said, "Their work order is scheduled for a month later."
Qiao Xuejun: "I understand."
Xiao Feng looked at the sun in the sky and said, "Minister, if the temperature keeps rising like this, it'll soon be above zero. It's already -10 degrees Celsius today. If the temperature rises, there's no need for blue oil heating."
Qiao Xuejun shook her head: "Natural disasters are unpredictable. We must be prepared for the temperature drop."
Everyone was eager to get warm.
Even the mutants don't come out, giving people the illusion that the environment is very safe and the years are peaceful.
Who could have imagined that the temperature would drop sharply to minus 40 degrees Celsius tomorrow, and the next day it would be minus 70 degrees Celsius.
Qiao Xuejun went to the stable. The temperature was higher today, and with the support of An Lao and the others' pheromones, more horses began to go into heat and mate.
Half of the mares have already been mated.
The natural conception rate of mares can reach over 60%. Once all these horses give birth, mare's milk will be available for a long time.
At 5 pm, when Qiao Xuejun returned to the greenhouse to continue working, she received a message from Zhao Xian.
"Teacher Qiao, our salvage team is returning."
Qiao Xuejun put down the tomato stand in her hand and asked, "Really? Have you contacted them?"
Zhao Xian: "Yeah. I know you're worried, so I'm just saying hello to you."
Qiao Xuejun's heart, which had been tense all the time, relaxed slightly: "Okay, I understand."
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