Shen Yanming knew this, of course, but he felt that Ji Kangyong was probably the busiest among them.
"Alright, if you don't know, then forget it. But I'll decide what to do with the harvest from the fields, so don't say I didn't tell you," Shen Yanming said.
Zhang Heping nodded over the phone, "You can make the decision. There's no need to tell me about these things. I don't need anything in the hospital anyway. Just leave a couple of bags of flour for my family so I won't starve when I'm on leave."
Shen Yanming shook his head helplessly and could only say, "I understand!"
Then I asked him, "Do you have that abscess?"
At this, Zhang Heping's face lit up with a smile. "No, I was just really lucky. There were so many patients on a sunny day, and by the time I finished, it was past lunchtime. I had no choice but to take some of the snacks you gave me from the office to fill my stomach."
The impetigo flared up in the afternoon, but I was prepared and avoided it. Old Shen, what about you?
Shen Yanming smiled and said, "I wasn't as lucky as you. I happened to be on my way to work on a sunny day and got sunburned."
"No way, you actually have impetigo?" Zhang Heping's tone was full of disbelief, then he asked with some fear, "Is it serious?"
Shen Yanming shook his head, "Just five pimples on my face."
Zhang Heping breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness, you're not disfigured. Hang in there, everyone in the country is looking for a treatment, so you absolutely mustn't let it spread."
“I know, do you need to tell me?” Shen Yanming laughed.
"Okay, okay, you're so clever. I'll shut up and not bother anyone. I have a patient here, I'll hang up now."
"Okay, take care and get some rest."
"Okay!"
After hanging up the phone, Shen Yanming called Ji Kangyong again.
The information I received was that he was busy and couldn't go home, being sent out to investigate cases every day.
There were burglaries, thefts in the fields; in short, the criminals seemed to have made a pact to target grain.
As a result, Ji Kangyong lived in the institute day and night, and his face was probably the most miserable among them.
My face was covered with pustules, and there was almost no normal skin left.
This wasn't due to the abscess rupture and spread; rather, it was because he was out on a case and exposed to the sun for too long, which caused his impetigo to become particularly severe. You can tell how dedicated he is to his work just by looking at his face.
Without a doubt, Ji Kangyong also neglected his own land. With Chen Shunwei's help, he focused all his attention on maintaining order in Haishi.
After the two agreed that Shen Yanming would handle everything, they hung up the phone.
Then Comrade Lao Shen went to Chen Shunwei to find out what was going on, since this guy was there and should know more than the rest of them.
Chen Shunwei said, "So far, the houses with barbed wire fences are relatively safe. The ones that were robbed were mostly those who didn't take security measures because they thought it was too much trouble. Fortunately, the thieves discovered the problems in time, so the losses weren't too great."
As for the thief, although he wasn't caught on the spot, it was confirmed that he wasn't a resident of this community. As for where he came from, he climbed over the mountain from the other side of Qingning Mountain.
Shen Yanming paused for a moment, then remembered that he and Qiao An had climbed over there last year. It wasn't very high; with a little effort, they could climb over without much of a tool.
"So what's the situation with that gap? Has it been sealed off?" Shen Yanming asked.
“It’s sealed off, but it’s too far from our land. They could use tools to cut a hole or build a staircase or something, and we wouldn’t even know,” Chen Shunwei said, revealing his concerns without any intention of hiding anything.
Shen Yanming thought for a moment and said, "Do you think we can ultimately save our harvest if we have barbed wire fences on our land?"
Chen Shunwei was silent for a while before saying, "I don't know. If those thieves are still at their current level, we should be fine with our protective measures. The scary thing is that they might be reckless. They might not even need to climb over the barbed wire; they could just cut it off."
Of course, these are all just my unfounded worries; after all, only a minority of people in this world dare to openly challenge the law.
Shen Yanming remained silent for a long time, because he didn't think anyone would take the law seriously when it came to survival.
“You go to the fields often, haven’t you noticed anything unusual? I mean, anything unusual about the plants themselves,” Shen Yanming said.
Chen Shunwei was startled, his voice trembling slightly, "No, no, it's just that the wheat seedlings are a little wilted. With the sun so strong lately, isn't it normal for them to wilt?"
Shen Yanming hadn't observed it himself, so he wasn't sure if his idea was correct. He said, "Go to the field tomorrow and see if the wheat seedlings are alive. Then pinch the wheat ears and see how the grains inside are growing."
Chen Shunwei responded, his mind reeling. He knew Shen Yanming wouldn't speak without reason; for him to say something like that, he must have discovered something.
Suddenly, Chen Shunwei realized something.
Qingyu Residential Area is renowned for its security, thanks to its internal security guards. The fact that those thieves chose this particular time to visit suggests they've likely discovered problems with the crops.
After hanging up the phone, Chen Shunwei went straight to Qingning Mountain without delay.
This time, instead of just glancing at it from afar, he followed Shen Yanming's instructions and squatted down to observe the wheat seedlings.
The results showed that many wheat seedlings and stalks withered, but because they were planted so densely, they were not noticeable from a distance.
Moreover, this withered yellow color is very similar to the yellow color of normal ripe wheat stalks, and it's not easy for non-farmers to distinguish them. It was only after being reminded that Chen Shunwei became extra careful and discovered the clue on the wheat stalks.
Squeeze the wheat ears again; they're already bulging inside. Although there seems to be room for further growth, harvesting them isn't out of the question.
Without delay, Chen Shunwei called Shen Yanming directly and reported in detail what he had seen.
Shen Yanming sighed and said, "Alright then, I might go back to harvest wheat in the next couple of days."
"Aren't we going to stop them from growing any longer?"
"No, it's better to have it in hand than to leave it out in fear." Shen Yanming smiled. "Although harvesting it too early will reduce the yield, it also prevents more wheat seedlings from withering and dying, right?"
"Mr. Shen, were those withered wheat seedlings really affected by the sunlight?" Chen Shunwei asked.
"I don't know either, I can only say that it's possible. But in any case, isn't it our job to preserve most of the harvest?" Shen Yanming replied.
How can this be explained? Upon hearing that many wheat seedlings had withered and died, Shen Yanming was alarmed and subconsciously made the decision to harvest the wheat earlier than planned.
He couldn't say whether it was the watchful eyes of thieves or the overwhelming power of sunlight that led him to make this decision. In short, it was intuition!
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