Deng He did not get a satisfactory response from the Palace Museum. For Deng He, the project in Yu Jie's hands was naturally more important, but the Palace Museum needed to consider it comprehensively.
Both people's livelihood and national strength are indispensable, but with the severe drought already approaching, Ling Yue's current project is even more urgent.
May 1, 1958, Labor Day on Blue Star.
Through the plant physiological instrument, Ling Yue could clearly observe that the shells of the dry rice seeds were cracking, and the branches were bluish-white, mainly white with a hint of green, just like a rare and beautiful jade.
If it can break through the shell, it means that the technology is feasible and it is worth taking a gamble.
Ling Yue evaluated the cost of failure and the benefits of success in her mind, and would only sow a small amount of seeds when the success was greater than the failure.
As for why it's a small portion? No gambler would risk everything right away, and this experiment involves the lives of the entire nation, which is undoubtedly a heavy responsibility.
"Uncle Zhou, my idea is to start planting in the Northeast. Even if we fail, it will only be a small number of cases. If it succeeds, this grain can be transferred from the north to the south, and from the east to the west. As long as we can survive this year, we can start large-scale planting next spring."
Ling Yue stood in front of Xiangzhong's desk, opened the current experimental data and said.
This is also a helpless measure. It is only the beginning of May now, and the planting time has passed. Even in the Northeast, it is still a lot late.
Xiangzhong smiled and acted nonchalant: "Okay, we'll listen to you on professional matters."
It’s not that I don’t care, it’s just that I don’t want to put too much pressure on Ling Yue.
"I'm asking the agricultural department to cooperate with you now. How much of this batch of seeds can you provide?"
Ling Yue flipped to the last page and handed it to Xiang Zhong. "We can currently produce seeds for one thousand acres. The research department is also working hard on production and other geological optimization cultivation. We expect to produce more than twenty thousand acres of seeds by mid-May."
"The rice yield is about 1:0.6, and each mu of land can produce about 450 to 550 kilograms."
Xiangzhong heard this and did some calculations in his mind: "So, if we plant the seeds in mid-May, we can harvest between 9 million and 11 million?"
Ling Yue nodded. This was a minimal estimate. If it succeeded, the yield of dry rice would be the same as that of rice. The rice yield in Interstellar reached 1,200 to 1,500 kilograms per mu.
However, the rice genes they have extracted so far have been optimized based on the original genes, and their yield is not even as good as Grandpa Yuan’s first-generation hybrid rice.
"That's enough food. People can survive even if they tighten their belts."
Five hundred kilograms of grain can feed two people. If you tighten your belt, you can feed three or even four people. Ten million kilograms of grain can feed 40 million people. Add to that the grain planted in the south some time ago, the remaining grain from last year, the corn that can be harvested in the fall, and so on, and it will be no problem to feed 400 million people in Longguo.
Thinking of this, Xiangzhong's eyes turned red. He walked around the desk and stood in front of Lingyue, shaking hands with Lingyue vigorously.
This is a life-saving grace.
Ling Yue stood there awkwardly, not knowing how to respond.
However, Xiangzhong only said thank you and did not make Lingyue feel embarrassed. Instead, he opened the locked box on the side and took out the things that Lingyue had not handed over last time because she left in a hurry.
Ling Yue blinked her eyes curiously and asked, "What is this?"
Xiangzhong smiled and pointed at the red book: "Open it and take a look."
Ling Yue opened it with suspicion. It was written on it: "Comrade Ling Yue is hereby appointed as an academician of the Dragon Country Fifth Research Institute..."
She read it word by word, and her originally calm heart seemed to beat a little.
She has done a lot of interstellar projects, big and small, but she has never been awarded the title of academician. They all habitually call her "Researcher Ling".
You can still get a professorship by applying, writing papers, and doing projects. Some people can get the title of professor after working hard all their lives.
However, the title of academician can only be obtained by those who have brought huge research projects to the country and have great scientific research value. One is in the field of education, and the other is a pillar of the country.
"Uncle Zhou, I..."
"Don't worry, your value is much more important than this book. Not only do we need you, but the people and the country need you even more. This is what you deserve."
Xiangzhong tapped Lingyue's forehead. "Unfortunately, due to many factors, I can't have you stand on the podium and personally present you with the certificate. Lingyue, don't worry. I'll let you stand on the stage of the Great Hall in the future and see you in high spirits."
The corners of Ling Yue's mouth curled up, and the dimples on her face became bigger.
She had now thought about it in her mind. She, who used to not care about anything, now began to care about the medal they gave her.
Is this recognition?
"Okay!" A heavy voice fell. This was the first time she made a firm promise to Xiangzhong.
There is no need to ignore external factors or calculate proportions.
"You little girl," Xiangzhong smiled helplessly. She usually looked like a little adult, but now, she was not a little adult at all. She was obviously a child who got a candy and was jumping for joy.
"There are two more, open them and take a look." Xiangzhong reminded.
"Oh," Ling Yue lowered her head, put the notebook on the table, and then opened two red boxes. Two glittering medals suddenly lit up Ling Yue's eyes.
"One is a first-class badge for the satellite project, and the other is a first-class medal for the destroyer."
"Military merit?" Ling Yue never thought that she would be associated with the word military merit in this life.
Xiangzhong nodded and said affirmatively: "Yes, it's a military merit. Comrade Zhu came here in person to apply for it."
After hearing this, Ling Yue no longer worried about it. This thing is limited every year and you can't get it just by doing first-class merit.
"Luckily you came to see me at night. I wouldn't have time to chat with you so much during the day." Xiangzhong thought of Deng He and said, "Deng He came to me two days ago and asked for you to work on a project with him and Yu Jie. I rejected you. First, for now, people's affairs are more important. Second, they are both talented in this field and can complete the work even without you."
"Now I want to ask you, once the upland rice project is complete, are you interested in going?"
Ling Yue thought about it, but couldn't remember who Yu Jie was. She knew Deng He, who was mainly engaged in nuclear research.
There was only one guess in my mind: "Is it a hydrogen bomb?"
Xiangzhong's pupils tightened. Only a handful of people knew about this project. How could Lingyue...
Ling Yue didn't expect Xiangzhong to be so shocked. Seeing that Xiangzhong ignored her, she asked, "Uncle Zhou, what's wrong?"
Xiangzhong put away his smile and asked, "How did you know?"
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