Xiangzhong was very quick. Within two days, he asked his assistant to bring someone over.
She has short, heroic hair, a small round face, and a small mole on the tip of her nose, which makes her look even more adorable.
"Academician Ling, I'm here to report for duty by order of Comrade Xiangzhong."
Ling Yue was stunned. For a moment she didn't realize that it was her who was addressed.
If there wasn't only one person in this ward, she would have thought she was looking for someone else.
Ling Yue came back to her senses and nodded quickly: "Hello."
Zhang Jia immediately stood at attention and said in a loud voice, "Hello, Academician Ling. I am Zhang Jia, an active member of the Iron Blood Guard of the 332nd Brigade of the Beijing Military Region. I have been ordered to report here."
Ling Yue pursed her lips and said in a friendly manner, "Hello, thank you for your hard work."
She really didn't want to be stared at, but what could she do? Could her thin arms bend against Xiangzhong's thighs?
"You're welcome, Academician Ling," Zhang Jia immediately struck a standard salute.
"......" Ling Yue held her forehead with her hand.
What could she do? She was also desperate.
Ling Yue lay down for a whole day, but she couldn't lie down any longer. The result of not moving for a long time was back pain.
The next morning, seeing Sister Wu going out to work, Ling Yue quickly got up.
She looked in the suitcase and found that there was not even a piece of paper or a pen, as they really wanted to prevent her from working.
But her work can usually be done on the computer, and paper and pen can't really stop her.
She locked the ward. The ward now had a small latch that was covered in rust, but she didn't get any rust on her hands even though she touched it often.
After turning on the microcomputer, he sat at the desk and started the next step of work.
The current upland rice production has been completed, which will at least alleviate some of the casualties caused by the drought this year.
How to optimize it in the future and how to develop more suitable and higher-yielding dry rice on this basis is the responsibility of the Agricultural Research Institute.
What she needs to do now is to prepare for the floods that may be caused by the drought.
She hadn't told anyone about this.
But anyone who has studied geography knows that one of the factors causing the drought in the north is that we are affected by the monsoon climate.
Drought is the balance of material transport and energy such as land-air exchange, water-air exchange and land-water exchange in the four major spheres: atmosphere, hydrosphere, biosphere and lithosphere.
Once the balance is broken, the impact will be either floods or droughts.
In Longguo, the country has a large land area. When the water vapor is heavy, the clouds carrying the water vapor cannot cross the Qinling Mountains, which will lead to a situation with heavy rain in the south and little rain in the north, with the Qinling Mountains as the dividing line. Floods will occur in the south and droughts will occur in the north.
On Earth, they proposed the method of diverting water from the south to the north and from the east to the west, which requires huge water conservancy projects to accomplish such a feat.
Ling Yue was typing away. This job wasn't as exciting as people thought, but it concerned the survival capital of 400 million people.
In Ling Yue's mind, its weight is no less than that of an atomic bomb.
While Ling Yue was busy organizing the plan, the process of promoting upland rice was not going smoothly.
People believe in the country, but farmers believe more in their own experience.
When a new thing is placed in front of them, no one will think about what advantages this thing has, but rather that they have seen this thing before and nothing can be learned from it.
This is the impact of human senses.
Finally, after leaders visited various places repeatedly and did ideological work in every household in the institute, all the seeds were planted by the end of May.
At the end of May and the beginning of June, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. The outdoor temperature has reached 35 or 36 degrees Celsius. After a while, the temperature may go straight up to 40 or above.
Ling Yue was becoming increasingly anxious. It was best to build water conservancy projects in spring and summer, because once winter came, the temperature would be low and frozen soil would easily form, making the project unstable.
But at the moment, her plan still lacks a large part. The drawings need to be very detailed. Once a structure is unstable, it may cause the entire project to collapse.
This is very dangerous. This thing is used to store water. Once it collapses, instead of being opened manually, it will be like a whole basin of water rushing into an ant nest, and everything will disappear in an instant.
"Knock, knock, knock!" The door of the ward was knocked. Ling Yue came to her senses and looked at the time. It was not time for dinner yet.
He got up curiously and opened the door, only to see Qian Zilin and Jiang Lanying standing there.
"Uncle Qian, Aunt Jiang? Why are you here?"
Qian Zilin glared and said unhappily, "Why, I can't come?"
Seeing this, Ling Yue smiled embarrassedly. This was just a casual conversation. Isn't this a normal greeting?
Qian Zilin pushed Ling Yue away, then walked in carelessly, even more unhappy, and sat down on the chair next to him.
"If I hadn't gone to the Forbidden City to report on my work, how long would you have kept it a secret from me?"
"I..." Ling Yue looked at Aunt Jiang, then lowered her head in a well-behaved manner.
Could she say she had forgotten?
Could she say that she hadn't thought of Qian Zilin during this period?
She can't!
"Hmph, you only know how to hide it from an old man like me. Am I embarrassing you, or am I holding you back?" Qian Zilin pointed at Ling Yue and said angrily, "If Xiangzhong hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have known you were in the hospital. What? Are you planning to wait until you die before sending someone to notify me?"
Hearing this, Ling Yue quickly shook her head: "No, no, no, I didn't."
Jiang Lanying naturally couldn't bear to see Ling Yue looking so pitiful, so she quickly smiled gently, "You, when you're not here, you miss me so much, but when you come, you get angry. You're getting old and confused, aren't you?"
Ling Yue also quickly apologized: "Uncle Qian, I know I was wrong."
The second way to deal with Qian Zilin is to apologize first and look pitiful.
Sure enough, Qian Zilin fell for it.
"Ignore your Uncle Qian. When you were away, he kept nagging at you at home all day, worrying about whether you were eating well and whether you were suffering outside."
Jiang Lanying smiled, took Ling Yue's hand, and looked at her carefully: "Your Uncle Qian said he didn't go out with you. I think you should take him with you next time. Look at his little face, he has lost a lot of weight."
"Hmph, I won't follow you even if you beg me, lest anyone look down on this old man like me." Qian Zilin turned his face away and muttered a few words.
Jiang Lanying rolled her eyes, a gesture not often seen on her face. "Say less. It's really disheartening to hear such nice words coming out of your mouth."
Qian Zilin didn't feel embarrassed, so he waved his hands helplessly and asked, "Alright, alright, what did the doctor say?"
Aunt Jiang shook her head helplessly. The older Qian Zilin gets, the easier he is to coax.
Before Ling Yue could say anything, he surrendered first.
Ling Yue chuckled and sat down on the bed, then said somewhat dissatisfiedly, "The doctor couldn't find anything. Anyway, I feel fine. They just made a fuss. I might have had heatstroke."
"You're so sick from heatstroke that you're sent to the hospital? You're amazing." Qian Zilin glanced at Ling Yue and asked, "I heard from Tang Nancheng that you've been locking yourself up in the hospital lately, not letting anyone in. What's going on? Are you thinking of doing something else?"
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