"Gunpowder? Where can we get it now? Even the guns are being guarded. What do you want this for?"
"To blast a big rock, do you know anyone who has a gun?"
"It's hard to say now, some of them have been surrendered."
Captain Ling Hanfang was smoking a pipe with a frown on his face. This girl really knows how to cause trouble for others.
There are people who use guns to rob people these days, but they can't blow up big rocks.
Meng Qidi sighed. Was she going to ask Ling Xiao for help? Was she going to ask him to use his power for personal gain and use firecrackers to blow up the big rock?
It is estimated that after being discovered, Ling Xiao’s military position will be ruined...
So, this is just something to think about.
Unable to find a solution at the captain's house, Meng Qidi had to go back. Passing by Ling Laosi's house, she turned the corner and walked in.
Since the house became hers, she has no time to come and take a look.
Pushing open the gate, the yard was filled with Ling Laosi's miscellaneous things, leaving only an empty aisle.
Old man Zhao was drawing water from the well with a bucket. He glanced at his apprentice who came in and said, "Why are you here now? It's already dark."
Helping is not sincere...
"I wanted to ask the captain if he had any firecrackers. So, I came to take a look on my way back."
"Firecrackers? Why are you playing with them for children? Frying fish? Frying fish uses torpedoes." Old man Zhao walked into the house carrying a bucket of water.
"What is a torpedo?" Meng Qidi followed closely.
"It's what fishermen on the coast use to fry fish in the winter. It's not the kind used by the military." Old man Zhao explained patiently.
"Then we don't have any here..."
There are no fishermen here, and they are not at the seaside...
"I know. I just said it so you can see it for yourself." Old man Zhao smiled cunningly. He just wanted this little girl to be humiliated.
The old man was too naughty, and Meng Qidi had no choice but to follow him into the house. It wasn't because she wanted to listen to what he said, but because she had never been to this house in a few days.
There was dirt at the entrance of the house. Except for a small aisle, the whole house was basically filled with dirt. The house next door was also filled with dirt.
At this time, Old Man Zhao was watering the plants. The soil was too dry to plant anything.
"Is the water you got from the well here?" Meng Qidi asked.
Old man Zhao held a watering can and poured water little by little with great patience, as if the soil he was taking care of was a child.
"Well, I divided it into four areas. The houses on the east side are irrigated with water from your well, this area is irrigated with water from the pond, the houses on the west side are irrigated with water from the stream next to your house, and this area is irrigated with water from the well..."
When the old man said this, Meng Qidi knew what he wanted to do.
I found a place to squat down and asked, "So what are you going to plant?"
"Green vegetables and peppers. Oh, and I'm using the oil paper you used to wrap the tree yesterday."
It's just autumn now, so we don't need to use the oil paper. But I'm afraid the girl will waste it and throw it away, so it's always better to keep it as a precaution.
"It's up to you. What do you need to pay attention to now?"
Meng Qidi didn't care. Oil paper actually existed these days, but its quality was not as good as that of space paper. After all, things from space paper were made in later generations.
It was rare that Meng Qidi took the initiative to ask questions, so Old Man Zhao quickly responded, fearing that she was not interested.
There are a lot of things to pay attention to when planting, especially if you plan to plant it in a greenhouse, there are definitely more things to pay attention to...
Meng Qidi squatted here for the whole morning. The old man was willing to teach her, and she learned a lot. She had drunk Yuquan water, so she had a good memory and could draw inferences from what she had learned.
The more Old Man Zhao taught, the more surprised he was. This guy is simply a good farmer. Pah! A good candidate for scientific research...
After working with the mud for the whole morning, the old man and the young man locked the door and went back to eat at noon.
"Old man, you said that this gene mutation has a research direction, but what if it is man-made? For example, if I graft a peach tree branch onto a pear tree, as long as I handle it well, it will definitely survive, but how will the habits of the peach and pear trees change?"
Meng Qidi's question was a bit profound. She was only asking about plant grafting in her previous life, and she didn't really understand the details.
Old man Zhao seemed to be thinking about something. "What do you mean by that? First, tell me if this plant can survive if it is grafted onto another tree like that? It's not based on the premise of using the water from your house."
"Let me put it this way. You should have studied this. Plants have strong healing abilities after being injured. If we treat the wounds of two branches of different species in the same way, then..."
The old man's eyes lit up. "You mean to use the healing function of plants after they are injured to combine two different species of plants together?"
Meng Qidi nodded slightly.
Old Man Meng was thinking, "You are still too general. This behavior is not an ordinary combination of species, and certainly not all plants can be forced together."
The more he talked, the more Old Man Zhao subconsciously wanted to turn back and do something.
Meng Qidi quickly grabbed Old Man Zhao and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? Eat your meal first."
Old man Zhao seemed to be possessed. He came to his senses and said thoughtfully, "Let's go back to eat. Xiaoqi, I think it's better for me to move here and observe closely."
"What do you mean?" Meng Qidi asked.
"To do research like this, you have to work day and night. Pear trees and peach trees probably won't work. There will definitely be rejection. This involves genes and cell nuclear inheritance. Sigh, you won't understand even if I tell you. You'd better go back and study hard."
Old man Zhao felt a little pained. This girl was really good at this. She could raise such forward-looking questions before she even got started. If this happened in the future...
With a sigh, Old Man Zhao walked faster with his hands behind his back. What’s wrong with those old guys? Why haven’t they taken him back yet?
He had to go back early and set up the college, otherwise when he could enroll in school in the future, he wouldn't be able to get this girl there.
He still needs to research whether it is better to apply to Peking University or Tsinghua University. He doesn't know which one has a better reputation these days...
When they got home, they washed their hands in the canal. Old Zhao suddenly asked, "Have you decided which school to apply to in the future?"
"Agricultural University." Meng Qidi said. She was thinking of coming back to farm in the future.
The old man paused, frowning. Agricultural University? This girl is really promising...
There are so many universities to choose from, so I chose an agricultural university...
This... Agricultural University, he should have the face to set up a subject, right? Other students follow the teacher, but here it's the opposite, the teacher accommodates the students...
Meng Qidi had no idea that the old man was worrying about these things. She mentioned the grafting only to remind the old man, and regarded it as a small contribution to scientific research.
"Aunt!" Ling Cheng was eating sugar-roasted chestnuts at the table in the main room. When he saw the two of them come back, he danced with excitement.
"Be careful, don't fall. Aunt Jin Yue didn't come today?" Meng Qidi hurried over and didn't see Ling Jinyue, so she asked.
"No." The little girl shook her head and picked up a chestnut with her little hand and put it to Meng Qidi's mouth.
Meng Qidi took it and frowned slightly. She didn't have to go to work recently and this girl was unemployed. How could she not come sometimes?
"Aren't you giving it to Grandpa Zhao?" Old man Zhao pulled out a chair and sat down. He sniffed everything and felt refreshed. He hadn't eaten sugar-roasted chestnuts for many years.
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