Chapter 160: Be selfish, don’t reveal secrets, and benefit all mankind!
Harvest day.
Everyone who could come from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences came.
Huo Jiuyuan's team, Tang Jing's team, Shi Ye, Zhao He, and Zhao Yi all brought people over to help with the harvest.
The entire base was filled with laughter and joy, even more lively than during the Chinese New Year.
Shi Ye, Song Yu and Jiang Ziheng, each of these three is noisy if taken individually, but when put together, they are more noisy than a hundred ducks.
"Fuck, fuck, 25,000 kilograms. Am I seeing things?" Jiang Ziheng's eyes almost popped out when he looked at the per-acre yield of corn.
Although he had never farmed before, he had some common sense and knew that the corn yield per acre at the base could definitely not be so high.
Shi Ye looked at him with a look of innocence and despised him: "What's so strange about this? Last time I came here to help harvest potatoes and sweet potatoes, the yield per acre was at least 100,000 catties!"
"You said 100,000, so it's 100,000!" Song Yu was not convinced: "I think the potatoes and sweet potatoes this time will have to be at least 200,000 kilograms."
Others may not know, but he knows it very well.
These crops were all grown in the soil of double S-grade mutant plants. Without 200,000 kilograms, he would look down on the double S-grade plants as rubbish!
The researchers from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences who were squeezed to the outside by the three of them and were recording data could not hide their excitement.
Although they had calculated the grain yield per mu in advance, they were still excited when they saw it with their own eyes.
Lu Liuhe drove a large truck and brought over an acre of potatoes. He waved at them disdainfully: "Make way. The potatoes are coming."
Jiang Ziheng then jumped into the driver's seat and drove away the truck full of corn, shouting as he drove away: "Wait a minute, you can weigh them when I come back!"
He must see with his own eyes the yield per mu of each different type of grain. This would be a real moment of witnessing a miracle.
Ye Ruan looked at him helplessly: What a fool! Who asked him to drive? He has a special driver waiting next to him. He is stealing his job!
Jiang Ziheng was very fast. He ran back and squeezed to the front again.
Lu Liuhe's cart carrying potatoes had just stabilized on the scale.
Everyone present looked towards the display and saw red numbers rising continuously, jumping and then stopping.
Display: 53290kg.
Jiang Ziheng shouted: "Fuck!"
It really is 100,000 kilograms!
Shi Ye said proudly: "I said, 100,000 jin, you see, it's about right, rounded up, 100,000 jin is just right!"
Song Yu felt that this shouldn't be the case, because this was the soil from double S-level mutant plants, dug up by several 3S-level psychics like them.
With this small output, who are you looking down on?
Lu Liuhe already had a rough idea of the yield before. Although the yield did not increase much, the growth cycle was shortened.
Grade B soil takes one month and twenty days to mature.
And SS-grade soil only takes twenty days to mature.
People at the Academy of Agricultural Sciences are very satisfied with the yield, not to mention that such a short growing period does not affect the taste of the grain at all. It simply couldn't be better.
Next, the yield per mu of other crops was measured one after another.
Sweet potatoes: 50789kg.
Corn: 15346kg.
Rice: 10786kg.
Soybeans: 7368kg.
Impressive yield per mu.
The live broadcast room was boiling with excitement:
[Fuck, Liu'er, don't forget what you said, remember to send soil to our Academician Zhang! 】
[With this yield and this maturity cycle, the mothers at the base no longer have to worry about the people at the base not having enough food to eat. I’m so touched! Liu'er is so great! 】
[The Ninth Base is so selfish. We are all from the same wasteland village. After discovering the secret of the soil, we actually protected it as the base's top secret and did not tell other bases. 】
[Fuck fuck fuck fuck, @system, there’s Er Gouzi here, kick him out quickly.] 】
[Damn it, my eyes are dirty, Ergouzi, go to hell, what bullshit are you talking about, the seeds of your beautiful country's wild father had the lowest mutation rate among all the bases, why didn't he make the planting technology public and share it with all the bases to benefit mankind! 】
[Fuck, there are more and more weird things sneaking into the live broadcast room recently. 】
[Everyone has to get used to it. The live broadcast room is big, there are more people, and there are all kinds of weird things. I like watching the foreigners and the traitors jumping up and down, watching them being jealous but being powerless and can only rage. 】
[Look at our base, the yield per mu is 100,000 jin, and the mutation rate is 0.1%. Japs and Er Gou, are you happy or not? Anyway, I am very happy, hahahahahahahahahaha! 】
Lu Liuhe was not affected at all by the strange things that came in. After weighing the yield per mu, he started to stand by and keep accounts.
She didn't have to harvest the remaining crops herself, as there were enough people from the official planting base, and there were also harvesters that were more advanced than her own agricultural machinery.
High-quality corn, rice, wheat, soybean, sweet potato and potato seeds, which have been strictly tested by the Academy of Agricultural Sciences and have an average mutation rate of 0.1%, are loaded into large trucks with the words "Liuhe Planting Center" marked on them.
Large trucks were weighed one after another, and after the weight was recorded, they drove out of the private planting base and entered the official planting base.
The official planting base will use this batch of new seeds for planting, conduct further experimental observations, record data, and determine the mutation rate of the grains grown on the land used by the base before promoting large-scale planting.
By then, private planting bases will be able to buy the best seeds. Although we cannot say how much the yield will increase, the survival rate of the growers will definitely be greatly improved.
The harvest started in the morning.
It was noon.
The harvest is coming to an end.
After Huo Jiuyuan harvested the last acre of sweet potatoes, he picked up a piece of freshly cut watermelon from the table not far away, walked over to her and handed it to her: "Eat something."
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