Chapter 54 Doubao's Talent Points
Zhong Weimin has been really worried about work issues recently. He is not yet of retirement age, so he must work. However, neither returning to his original unit nor going to Agricultural University is his first choice. In addition, the Botanical Institute is now fully staffed, and the old experts who were previously demoted have also returned one after another. It is somewhat "unreasonable" for him to stay here.
After several contacts, Qin Ju knew that Professor Zhong was a practical person who could endure hardships and concentrate, but he was not so attentive in dealing with people. In fact, he was not happy at all in a large unit with complex personnel and intrigue.
So, when Qin Ju found him and told him that the health center was going to carry out a larger-scale land reclamation operation and wanted to invite him to come in and preside over the operation and continue to be the person in charge of the medicine field in the future, he agreed almost without hesitation.
"Don't you even ask about the treatment? What if I trick you into doing hard labor?" Qin Ju said jokingly.
Zhong Weimin smiled, then sighed bitterly.
"My only daughter has already married and followed the army to the island. I have no relatives in the provincial capital and I have nothing to rely on here." It would be better to go to a place where I can concentrate on my profession.
"With Mr. Qin's ability, I believe you can create a good salary environment for me."
Qin Ju looked him in the eye and assured him, "Don't worry. Once you enter Lenghe Town, I will discuss all matters concerning the medicine farm with you. You only need to do your job well and don't waste time on interpersonal relationships and management of superiors and subordinates."
"Lenghe Town..." Zhong Weimin narrowed his eyes. Lenghe Town was an area that had just begun to be developed. He had been there and knew that there was actually infinite vitality there, but he just hadn't found any crops that were truly suitable for planting.
"As for the treatment, I trust the organization and will do whatever it needs to do. It doesn't cost me much money." He wanted to save the rest and send it to his daughters and grandchildren on the island later.
It's just right to be in Lenghe Town. Even if you have money, you can't spend it, so it's a good time to save money.
Qin Ju also laughed. She knew that Professor Zhong said this on purpose because he didn't want to put pressure on her, but she would never treat him unfairly. In the past, she couldn't make money because of the limitations of the times, but it would be different in the future.
With a transfer order, a car was found, and all the belongings and machines that Zhong Weimin had used for so many years were loaded onto the truck. Qin Ju invited the great expert Zhong Weimin to Lenghe Town. The house was a convex-shaped house like the one Ailan and her family had, and he didn't want to live in it alone, saying that he could just live in the young workers' dormitory, but Qin Ju didn't agree.
The treatment that you deserve must still be given; it is not a question of whether it is necessary or not.
In order to provide a dedicated storage place for his equipment, Qin Ju applied to build two bungalows for him on the vacant land next to the medicinal field. They were fully equipped with water and electricity, and were set up exactly like his laboratory in the Botanical Institute, including all the necessary solutions, test tubes, culture dishes, etc. As long as he made a request, Qin Ju would meet it one by one.
Of course, they have money in their account now and do not need the factory to transfer money, and the factory has no objection to this.
Who would have thought that just when we had finished our work, we heard about a big event - something happened to Zhao Haiyang.
"Why would a good person like you choose to chase a stray dog?" Qin Guihua talked to Qin Ju while kneading dough.
Is that what you call a "good person"? Qin Jue didn't agree. She was more interested in the fried dough twist that her grandma was going to make tonight.
The institute distributed dividends, so she bought some horse oil from the nearby herders so that she could make some fried dough twists for her grandmother. In her previous life, she saw some life tips on the Internet, which said that adding some horse oil to the dough would make fried dough twists very crispy. At that time, this stuff was not available, so she never had the chance to try it.
Life has been better in the past six months, and Qin Guihua can now make a lot of fried dough twists, including those filled with red bean paste, white sugar, goat's milk and cow's milk, and pepper and salt. The big ones are soft and fragrant, while the small ones are crispy and crunchy. They are Doubao's favorite snack. He can eat several of them in one meal!
"Just tell me, he usually beats birds and cats, and thinks that small animals can be bullied by him. This time he hit a brick wall, right?" It is said that when Zhao Haiyang was beating cats and dogs again, he encountered a pregnant gray female dog. He wanted to beat her, but who knew that the "dog" was actually a wolf!
It was a rare plateau wolf known for its ferocity, which was chased and beaten by him all the way. It was not known whether the wolf's maternal instinct was aroused or the mother wolf had some status in the wolf pack, but it howled a few times and attracted more than a dozen little wolves, which chased Zhao Haiyang for several kilometers. When everyone thought he was going to die and that the plateau wolves would eat him to the point where not even a bone would be left, the group of little wolves only bit his butt and right hand twice.
Qin Ju remembered that when Zhao Qingsong brought him to the institute for vaccination, he not only had two large bloody holes on his buttocks, but also his right hand was fractured, which delayed his studies for a long time.
"Everyone says that it was the little wolf who let him live, but why do I feel that something is wrong?" Qin Guihua rolled the fried dough twist and prepared to put it in the wok.
Qin Ju quickly grabbed her and said, "What's wrong? Tell me quickly."
"Since he was bitten that day, he always said that a wolf was following him. He also dreamed of being bitten by a wolf and became suspicious of everything."
"With so many people in our factory, how could the wolf dare to come here? I think he is just suspicious."
so it is.
Qin Ju said that Zhao Qingsong had taken him to the clinic several times recently. Sometimes he couldn't eat, sometimes he had nightmares, couldn't sleep for nights, and sometimes he wet the bed.
It is basically impossible for a boy of his age to wet the bed. Qin Jue felt his pulse and felt that it was not caused by kidney deficiency. Now he finally knew the reason. He guessed that he had a nightmare and was scared to wet the bed!
When he was abusing the small animals, he thought he was the master over them and let them control their lives at his will. But this time, when he was frightened by the wolf cubs, that sense of superiority that he was in control of everything disappeared, and he started to become as timid as a mouse. Even Qin Pan's little rabbit could scare him.
"It's what you deserve! This is retribution!"
Qin Ju didn't believe it was retribution and guessed it was Lao He's doing to let him see that all lives are equal. No matter how great humans are, they are just small trash in front of species stronger than humans.
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The laboratory had just been built here, and the workers over there were also ready to start reclaiming the land.
But unlike the manual excavation a few years ago, this time the most advanced chisel tillers and cultivators on the market were used, and the efficiency is amazing!
The thing is, there are no secrets in Lenghe Town. The news that Qin Ju was busy building a laboratory in preparation for large-scale land reclamation somehow spread to the neighboring military reclamation corps. It just so happened that Commander Zhu's lover was Qin Ju's loyal old patient. Qin Ju not only cured her rheumatism that had lasted for many years, but also often prescribed conditioning prescriptions and medicated diet prescriptions. Now when she is sick, she no longer goes to the regiment's health center, but goes to 412.
Recently I heard that Qin Ju was busy with land reclamation. Suddenly I remembered that there were several idle cultivators in the regiment. And there was also a drill-type tiller, which was specially designed for the geological and soil characteristics of Shilan Province. Why not use it now?
She took the initiative to offer to help, and Qin Ju was happy. However, it was not appropriate to contact someone above her level without authorization, so she asked Secretary Gong to come forward. The two contacted each other, and not only were the machines delivered, but a few young soldiers were also sent to teach the operation. The machine plowed in the front and the workers screened in the back. Isn't the efficiency of land reclamation soared?
Qin Ju really didn't expect things to go so smoothly. Looking at Lenghe Town, which remained the same day after day and the endless wasteland being reclaimed into flat land, his heart was as sweet as drinking honey. Even Doubao knew to point to the wasteland in the distance and call it "Pingping".
There are many roots of red willow and saxaul trees in the unturned wasteland. Children in the family area would go to pick them up on weekends. After they were brought home to dry, they could be used to burn firewood for cooking. It is a rare firewood in northern Shilan.
The Qin family had no shortage of firewood, because Qin Ju would use his own money to buy some firewood from the south every year, and there was also welfare coal for both full-time workers. But Ms. Qin Guihua was itching to pick up the firewood. She always felt that if she didn't pick up the firewood that everyone else was picking up, she would suffer a loss. So every day she taught Doubao to follow the older children to pick up the firewood.
Qin Ju also wanted to give Doubao something to do, so she didn't hesitate. She just helped her put on a little hat, put on long clothes and trousers, and carry a small basket every day, and just treated it as outdoor exercise.
But after picking for several days, Qin Ju discovered a problem...
Looking at the tree roots lined up in the yard to dry in the sun, she nodded in confusion.
Each of these roots is exactly the same length, and each one is straight, without any bends.
Regardless of the thickness, as long as the straight strips are of the same length, Qin Jue suddenly understood why Doubao didn't have many roots in her basket every day, because she didn't want those that were too long, too short or curved!
"Doubao, tell mom, why do you have to pick up tree roots of the same length?" She asked other children. Her own Doudou could not always pick up sticks of the same length, but she would exchange them with others. This was obviously a selective practice and not a random event.
Doubao was fiddling with the tree roots with his head down. Hearing this, he said without raising his head, "Because the matches are all the same length."
Qin Ju thought of the matches at home. Last year, when Lao He was reviewing for the college entrance examination, she had been flipping through a book beside him. In order to coax her, Lao He used matchsticks to arrange various shapes and circuit diagrams on the book for her, under the pretext of training her lateral thinking and frontal lobe function. Qin Ju sneered.
What? You tell this to a two-year-old?
But the little girl seemed to be addicted to it. She pestered her father to play with matchsticks for her every day. This year, her father was not at home, so she could play with them by herself.
At first, she could arrange some Arabic numerals according to the calendar, then she could arrange simple Chinese characters and triangles and squares, and later she could arrange complex five-pointed stars and polygons. Recently, it has become even more outrageous. She can actually test herself and change the shapes at will!
For example, at this moment, she looked at the triangle with three identical sides that she had made, tilted her head to think about it, and then moved a few wooden sticks at random, and the shape became a hexagon... Qin Ju could see it because she placed it along the edge of a small roadside flower bed, and she was an adult who had studied geometry and mathematics.
"Why is Doubao posing like this?"
"Look, mom, there are six sticks in total. Once the positions of these sticks are changed, the area will be half the size of before."
Qin Ju: “?” She didn’t notice it at all, okay? Only six? It really is…
Wait, how did she know it was half the size? And how did she know what "area" meant?
"My father taught me." Doubao seemed to see through his mother's doubts, and he lowered his head to think about how to change position to increase or decrease the area.
"Then...can you tell mom the formula for the area of a rectangle?" Qin Ju didn't believe it. You little brat who hasn't even been to kindergarten actually knows what area is. You must be bragging!
Blinking, "I don't know."
Qin Ju smiled smugly and said, “That’s what I meant. You can’t even memorize the formula, but you can calculate the area. Are you bullying your mother because I’m just a primary school graduate?”
However, the next second, Doudou said a super long sentence: "I can tell the area by looking at it with my eyes. Rectangles and triangles are the simplest. Hexagons are like this. Mom, look, if you move this wooden stick, it will become two rectangles and a triangle. In this way, you can tell how many there are at a glance. If you still can't figure it out, I will move this one. Will it become two triangles and a rectangle, mom? If you still can't figure it out, then I will add two more wooden sticks to make it a rectangle first, and then subtract the extra triangles..."
Qin Jue: “?” Who am I, where am I, and what am I doing here!
It turns out that memorizing formulas by rote is the thinking mode of ordinary people. In the eyes of the little academic master, they are all younger brothers!
She felt that her IQ was crushed, so she gritted her teeth and thought, forget it, she was a poor student to begin with, she should learn to play to her strengths and avoid her weaknesses.
But from that day on, Qin Ju no longer stopped the girl from picking up tree roots. She had her own reasons for picking up whatever she brought back, and she also wanted her grandmother not to burn her "fruits of labor."
Oh no, to be precise, it is Doubao’s intellectual achievement.
By the time Qin Ju discovered that she could completely build a small cube house with wooden sticks, the land reclamation was almost completed and it was the spring of the following year.
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In the spring of 1979, a total of 500 acres of wasteland were turned over and dried. After a whole winter of cultivation, a few new green grass sprouts even grew in some places, and Gentiana macrophylla began to sow seeds in them.
Over the past year, we have been spending money every day on land reclamation. The machines need oil, the soldiers need food, and the temporary workers need wages. The surplus of 11,000 yuan was soon used up. Later, we borrowed 30,000 yuan from a credit union to finally complete the land reclamation. Adding the cost of purchasing seedlings, the health center already owes 40,000 yuan.
Everyone was very worried at the beginning, but now they are slowly feeling that it is nothing.
After all, too many lice don't itch, and too much debt doesn't worry.
With the successful experience from the last time, Qin Ju and Zhong Weimin were not in a hurry. They planted the seedlings they could buy first, but due to limited funds, there were still dozens of acres of land that had not been planted.
Zhong Weimin picked up the telescope hanging around his neck and looked down at the foot of the snow-capped mountains: "These dozens of acres are just the closest to the snow-capped mountains. On the surface, the temperature seems low, but the frozen soil layers are not truly permanent. In fact, things can be grown."
Qin Ju raised her eyebrows. She was a little unsure, but she believed in Zhong Weimin's professionalism: "What should we plant?"
Suddenly, she remembered something, "Do you think it's okay to grow Dendrobium officinale?"
Before the land reclamation last year, she called Wulitun, her hometown, and talked to Uncle Cui. Uncle Cui has been cultivating Dendrobium officinale in his private plots for the past few years. The three plants he cultivated have grown into a large field, with at least a thousand plants. In recent years, thanks to his relationship with the old pharmacist, his family has made a lot of extra money and has become the richest family in Wulitun.
Even Li Benfen and Wang Lifen from the brigade bought plants from him, planning to start planting in the brigade as well.
After all, the price of Dendrobium officinale is here, and growing any kind of food is not as good as growing medicinal herbs, right?
Unexpectedly, Zhong Weimin shook his head and said, "No, although Dendrobium likes shade and coolness, it also has high requirements for soil fertility. The temperature at the foot of the snow-capped mountains is too low and the fertility is insufficient." The temperature is too low, the number of microorganisms is sparse, and the fertility naturally cannot be increased. This is not something he can change with technological means.
Qin Jue thought about it and it made sense. In fact, it was not difficult to infer the growth habits of Dendrobium based on its medicinal properties. She was just desperate and tried all possible means. "Then why don't we just forget about it and wait a little longer. Plant what we can plant now."
Zhong Weimin was really reluctant to waste an inch of land, so he agreed verbally but was thinking of a solution in his heart.
What Qin Ju didn't expect was that on the very night when she was worried, she received a call from her hometown Wulitun.
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