When Huo Qianli found an excuse to leave and hurried back to Gu's house, Old Hu was sitting on a stool, smoking angrily.
Professor Zhang Li, who was in her forties, had a pretty face and a capable temperament. She was standing aside, also looking excited. "Brother, I know you work hard here and have made great contributions, but we are all doing scientific research, so we should treat each other differently! This is right and this is wrong. We can't confuse the two, right?"
Huo Qianli asked Gu Haitao to close the door slightly to prevent people from outside from seeing him, and then stepped forward, "Mr. Hu, Professor Zhang, I am a junior, so I have nothing to say. If we have anything to say, let's sit down and have a good chat."
Mr. Hu glanced at him unhappily and said nothing.
Professor Zhang looked at Huo Qianli and sighed, "Xiao Huo, let me tell you."
"Last year, you used reed head propagation, and the yield per mu increased by nearly 50%, reaching nearly 500 kilograms. This is very good."
Huo Qianli nodded, and then became more confused. What's the logic behind this? It's going well, but they're still arguing?
Professor Zhang continued, "But when it comes to harvesting, there is a problem. You have always used the "sweating" process for Dongjiang Salvia miltiorrhiza. Now, at the request of Senior Brother Hu, you have switched to the sun-drying method, which is problematic."
Huo Qianli was shocked, and Old Hu slammed the table, "Why is there a problem? What makes you say that! The sweating process will significantly reduce the efficacy of Danshen, so of course it can't be used!"
Professor Zhang sighed, "Brother, you have studied Danshen more deeply than I do. Don't you know that the sweating process actually only damages the content of tanshinone b? However, the sun-drying method will significantly reduce the content of tanshinone components, which is 50% lower than the 40°C low-temperature drying method and about 35% lower than the shade drying method! The sweating process has a very small effect on tanshinone components!"
Mr. Hu was still indignant and said, "If that's the case, each has its own advantages and disadvantages. What grounds do you have to say that what I did was wrong?"
Professor Zhang said seriously: "I didn't say that your final choice was wrong, but the way you made the decision was problematic, at least not rigorous enough. Especially for such a large-scale promotion method, we should be particularly cautious and not act arbitrarily based on experience. If we are not careful, the yield will be reduced or even completely lost!"
Huo Qianli roughly understood what he heard and was about to speak when Old Hu said angrily, "Stop making alarmist remarks. Since you are not sure that I did anything wrong, why do you come up and yell at me? Why do you act like I was terribly wrong?"
Huo Qianli: ...
Why do we have to fight to see who wins or loses? Calm down first!
He took a breath, and before he could say anything to persuade her, Professor Zhang stamped his feet in anger, "Brother, do you really want me to say that you are wrong? You planted salvia miltiorrhiza in Group 3 of this village for a year last year. Why do you want to continue planting it this year? Haven't you figured out the rotation issue?"
Mr. Hu's expression froze. He slammed the table and went straight upstairs.
Professor Zhang hesitated to speak, and finally pursed his lips, sighed depressedly, and walked out.
"Professor Zhang!"
Huo Qianli called her from behind, then walked quickly forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with her, and explained softly: "Since Mr. Hu came to the village last year, he has no colleagues and no auxiliary support from the instrument laboratory. Some decisions are due to objective circumstances. You..."
Professor Zhang looked at him and sighed, "Of course I understand him, otherwise I wouldn't have come to him alone. And he is my senior after all! His attainments in planting technology are much higher than mine."
She waved her hand, "Okay, don't worry about this. I know my senior brother's temper better than you do. Just focus on your own things!"
After saying that, Professor Zhang forced a smile at him and walked back to the village committee.
Huo Qianli looked at her back, then turned his head to look at the Gu family's building. When he heard that just now, he felt that it seemed that Mr. Hu was wrong.
But Mr. Hu has been working so hard here for more than a year, how could he say those words!
So he had no choice but to sigh, shrug his shoulders, and go to the village committee.
Half an hour later, the leaders and experts got in the car and left.
After going back today, they will return to their respective homes and form a special report based on their own professional directions and the current situation of the Chinese medicinal materials planting industry in Dongjiang County, and share it at the forum summit three days later.
When the smoke from the cooking stove ends, it is dusk. At the dinner table, everyone who had drunk some wine at noon holds a bowl of porridge and slurps the sweet porridge.
Huo Qianli glanced at Mr. Hu inconspicuously, and seeing that Mr. Hu looked normal, he hesitated for a moment, but did not speak.
Two days passed in a flash. That morning, ten people gathered at the entrance of Hushan Village.
The village party secretary and village director Gu Daqiang, the village director's assistant Huo Qianli, the leader of the first group of village committee members Gu Chengde, the leader of the second group of village committee members Zhan Baoxing, the temporary accountant of the village committee Jiang Qingyue, the non-staff members Gu Haitao, Lao Tang and Hu Lao, plus Liu Xiaoyu and the photographer from the filming crew.
Five motorcycles, two people in each car, headed to Qianfu Town.
Liu Xiaoyu sat on the motorcycle, watching Huo Qianli and Jiang Qingyue drive away. She sighed softly, completely clearing away all the fanciful thoughts in her mind, and recorded everything in front of her calmly and purely with the attitude of a rigorous journalist.
When they arrived at the town, people from Jinma Village and Mingfeng Village were also waiting in the dam of the town government. When they saw Huo Qianli coming, they hurried forward to greet him.
It is not as good as Hushan Village. Each of these two villages was given three places, which adds up to only six people.
The town government specially chartered a minibus to take everyone to Dongjiang County.
In the car, Jiang Qingyue tilted her head, staring out the window with an obsessed gaze, staring at the scenery slowly receding, in a daze.
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