In her previous life, Lin Yuxi was a leading figure at the Chinese Academy of Agricultural Sciences, and her scientific research achievements were quite remarkable.
She turned her head, looking troubled, "Uncle, fermenting cow dung can't be finished in a short time. If I keep talking to you, we won't be able to finish picking up all the cow dung later."
After saying that, she carried the basket on her back and walked forward.
"Girl, wait a minute." The zookeeper couldn't possibly let her pick up cow dung. It would be a waste of her talent to spend her time picking up cow dung.
"No labor is too heavy or too light. If your fermentation method really works, then it is much more important than picking up cow dung."
Collecting cow dung is nothing; fermentation is what really matters.
"My name is Yang Xingguo, you can call me Uncle Yang. I'll help you with the work points, but you have to show me how to ferment cow dung." Yang Xingguo scribbled on his notebook, writing down her work points. "Are you free now?"
The remaining four women: ...
I've never encountered someone so blatantly trying to curry favor with someone powerful.
"No? We're all here to collect cow dung, so why can't she do any work?" Her words were laced with sarcasm. So what if she knows a few words? She thinks she's something special just because she spouts a few nonsense words?
"Didn't I tell you? She won't work with us."
Looking at the cow dung covering the mountains and fields, it seems like it's not tiring, but there's no end to it.
"You're exaggerating just because you're picking up cow dung? If you're so capable, you go and say it yourselves." Zhu Fengru snorted coldly, squatted down, and deftly picked up the cow dung.
"Are you out of your mind?"
Zhu Fengru remained silent, too lazy to reply.
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Lin Yuxi's lips twitched. "Uncle, are you really not afraid that I'm lying to you?"
Yang Xingguo, wearing a straw hat, humbly sought advice.
"I've written down the fermentation process and details for you on paper. If you have any questions, just ask me." Lin Yuxi took his book and pen and wrote down the methods for composting cow dung, as well as the process of killing insects and bacteria during fermentation, without holding anything back.
Once cow manure is converted, it becomes a highly efficient organic fertilizer, and resources can be recycled.
The entire page was filled with a long, detailed explanation.
Lin Yuxi stayed on the slope for more than two hours before packing up and turning back, while the remaining women continued working.
We arrived at the hillside around 7 a.m., signed in, and stayed there for a while. It was already past 10 a.m. By the time Lin Yuxi returned to Qinghe Village, it was already past 11 a.m.
Most of the villagers went to work today, while a few families left someone behind to do chores.
Take advantage of this afternoon.
Lin Yuxi was focused on writing a letter inside the mud-brick house. Three hours passed, and a thick pile of papers had accumulated on the table. If they could write complaint letters, why couldn't she?
He held about a hundred letters in his hand, including fifty letters of exoneration and fifty letters of denunciation.
Send one letter every ten days, and it should be ready by October.
The thought that Zhuang Zhenhua and Dong Wei would also have their homes raided and be sent to the countryside made her quite excited.
By the time Lin's mother returned, it was nearly six o'clock.
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