[1000 points of confusion]

The conversation was obviously irrelevant. Even if Luo Xia didn't understand, he could understand that Rong Ziyin's response was definitely wrong.

Just as the situation was about to become awkward, at this moment, Lao Wu opposite actually took out a bag of vacuum-packed pickled pepper phoenix claws from his bag and handed it to Rong Ziyin.

His originally sullen face quickly changed to a simple and honest look, "Homemade, try it."

Rong Ziyin took it and thanked him seriously, "Thank you, I'll eat it when I eat."

The two got into the car together while talking.

Only Luo Xia, who was following behind, was doubting his life with the pickled pepper phoenix claws in his hand. The green packaging bag clearly had the three big words "good daughter-in-law" written on it. Isn't this the most common snack in the convenience store at the airport?

It's not homemade!

This old Wu's attitude was obviously a bit suspicious, and Rorschach was always worried that he would be sold out suddenly.

But Rong Ziyin was not worried at all, and kept chatting with him as if he was unaware, and even asked about the local customs with interest.

"It's nothing special. We are all good people."

Rong Ziyin thought for a while. "I heard that Sichuan and Shaanxi men are afraid of their wives. Is it true?"

"That's not enough! We Sichuan men are all pillars of the family."

Rong Ziyin pointed at his mobile phone, "Brother Wu, my sister-in-law seems to have called you."

Old Wu was silent for two seconds, then answered the phone in a very flattering tone, "Wife, I'm out working, don't worry about me."

Then he lowered his voice, "If I'm really out there, give me some face, give me some face..."

Ten minutes later, Old Wu finally finished his wife's scolding, and as soon as he put down his phone, he saw Rong Ziyin and Luo Xia's two excited faces.

Old Wu: It's not that I'm a henpecked man, but beautiful wives are always spoiled.

Rong Ziyin & Luo Xia: I know, I know.

Old Wu: ...

[Depression value 1999]

The system gradually becomes more tolerant: It seems that Old Wu is also a man of temperament.

Rong Ziyin nodded: Yes, you are right.

However, this is just a small episode. Although Old Wu, who is from Sichuan, is currently in doubt and is known to be particularly henpecked, he is more thoughtful than the two expected when it comes to being a guide.

After leaving the airport, it was Old Wu who arranged the car all the way, and he also brought four other people to accompany him.

At first glance, they were dressed ordinary. In Old Wu's words, one is a cook, one is a doctor, and the remaining two are drivers. But watching their actions, I always feel that they are a little too well-trained, especially the two drivers, who are muscular and look more like soldiers.

Luo Xia was still a little worried and asked, "Why are there two drivers?"

Lao Wu's answer was perfect, "Because the journey is long, and one driver is afraid of being tired. It doesn't matter, researcher Luo, you all have 24-hour locators in your mobile phones, which can share your location with the institute at any time. We are sent by Mr. Ji to protect you."

"Sorry, I just seldom go out." When Luo Xia mentioned the fat man, his worries were reduced a lot, and he trusted Lao Wu a lot more.

It was also a coincidence that the fat man just sent a message to Rong Ziyin, asking him whether the person he picked up had arrived and whether the journey was smooth.

Rong Ziyin: "It went smoothly, but there is a problem."

Fat Boss: "What?"

Rong Ziyin: "Master, why do they call you a fag? Because you like men?"

Fat Boss was furious: "Bullshit! Which bastard is out there ruining my reputation?"

Rong Ziyin: "Old Wu!"

Three seconds later, Old Wu received a call from Fat Boss. Just when he wanted to say that he had received Rong Ziyin's arrangement, he was scolded.

"I didn't, I'm not, don't get me wrong!" Old Wu denied three times in a hurry. Under the bombardment of Fat Boss, it took him a long time to react and explain, "I'm not a fag, I'm Old Ji, Old Ji."

"Tui! What old? I'm only 48 this year!"

"..." Okay, okay, you boss, you are right. Old Wu hung up the phone exhausted, and gnashed his teeth when he saw Rong Ziyin's calm and composed face.

"Don't worry this time! I'm really sent by Boss Ji."

Rong Ziyin smiled and handed over the pickled pepper chicken feet in his hand, "Do you want to eat? Sister-in-law's cooking is pretty good."

Old Wu took a piece of it with a wooden face and stuffed it into his mouth. He always felt that the three words "good daughter-in-law" on the package were a naked mockery of him.

So why did he say Trump in the first place? Wouldn't it be better to just speak Yanjing dialect honestly?

The other people in the car couldn't help but laugh. I thought that Boss Ji had been a dog for more than ten years, and finally I met someone who could treat him. This researcher named Rong Ziyin is so interesting.

The accompanying doctor was the first to extend his hand to Rong Ziyin and introduce himself. Before he came, he took a brief look at Rong Ziyin, knowing that he occasionally treated injuries for villagers in the village.

"I heard that Doctor Rong is very good at treating injuries."

"Not bad."

"How did you practice?"

Rong Ziyin thought for a while, "After all, more than 100 pigs were sterilized in a month."

Doctor: ...

[Stupidity value 1000]

After a few seconds, the doctor tried to start a new topic, "Doctor Rong is really funny, and I heard that you can play musical instruments?"

"I guess so."

"That must be very edifying."

Rong Ziyin shook his head, "I can't say that, but I am quite professional in sending people away."

Doctor: ???

Old Wu, who was sitting in the front, turned around curiously and asked Rong Ziyin, "What instrument is it?"

Rong Ziyin: "Suona. I learned it from the village master for more than ten years when I was a child, and I gave it up when I went to college. I

know "Ten Kneelings to Father" and "Crying Seven Gates" very well." Rong Ziyin also became interested, "Do you want to listen? I just happened to have them with me!"

No, Dad, we still want to live! Old Wu was startled and immediately rejected Rong Ziyin. Then he glared at the doctor, as if to say, why do you have to ask this when you can ask something else?

The doctor also felt aggrieved. Who the hell knew that Rong Ziyin, a senior researcher, would carry a suona with him when he went out!

[Frustration value 2999]

This time, Rong Ziyin and the system sighed together: Great! This doctor is also a man of temperament.

Although they were noisy all the way, the atmosphere was still lively.

However, the journey was long after all, and after three hours, Rong Ziyin and Luo Xia fell asleep one after another. Old Wu quietly passed two blankets from the front seat and asked the doctor to help cover them.

"Those who do research still have poor physical foundation." The driver who had been silent in front said in a low voice.

Old Wu frowned, "Don't say what you shouldn't say! You have to behave when you go out."

The driver stopped talking immediately.

After a while, Lao Wu ordered, "You two will take turns to drive at the next toll station. Safety is the first priority."

The arrangements were made carefully along the way. In the evening, Rong Ziyin and his party finally arrived at their destination. It was a small village at the junction of Sichuan and Shaanxi, and a small wave of duck plague was raging.

Duck plague is also called big head plague. Once it breaks out, the disease will spread rapidly and is highly contagious. It is one of the main diseases that seriously threaten the waterfowl breeding industry.

Judging from the current situation in this village, if it cannot be controlled within three days, I am afraid that the compulsory measure of on-site incineration will have to be taken.

But this village is different from other places. There are few lands and many people in the village. The whole village depends on the duck farm in the village to make a living.

Moreover, the duck plague disease usually breaks out among adult breeding ducks. Even if the state compensates after the forced incineration, it is only the price of ducklings. It is far from enough to make up for the losses of the villagers who make a living by raising meat ducks.

At the very least, the feed money for the past six months has been lost.

Therefore, the first reaction of the village animal husbandry station was to seek help from outside. The city also quickly sent a specialist over, but the effect was not good. After curing one batch, the next batch got sick again.

Frequent cross-infection, no matter what disinfection method is used, is useless. If this continues, in order to prevent the disease from spreading from ducks to humans, I am afraid compulsory measures will have to be taken.

Rong Ziyin went there this time in the name of a rescue team.

Coincidentally, when Rong Ziyin left, the village chief was arguing with the veterinarian sent by the city for support.

Seeing Rong Ziyin coming over, the veterinarian was also anxious. He didn't take a closer look and pulled Rong Ziyin over to ask him to talk.

However, the village chief looked carefully. When he saw that Rong Ziyin looked young, his face immediately darkened.

He started to curse him with a rural accent.

"The country is crazy. Not only did they send someone with no skills here, but now they have sent a fool called a veterinarian to fool us!"

The veterinarian from the city was also stunned. He looked carefully and asked after a long time, "Are you sent by Yanjing to provide support?"

Rong Ziyin: "Yes. I think the situation is quite serious. Why don't you take me over to take a look first."

After all, Old Wu was standing behind him, and the two drivers looked difficult to deal with. The veterinarian sent by the city couldn't refuse directly, so he simply took Rong Ziyin away.

The village chief was unhappy following behind, thinking, "So, all the words I said before were in vain? This new young man doesn't seem to have much skills, but his attitude is very arrogant.

But the next second, he was slapped in the face.

Rong Ziyin is not incompetent, but he is extremely capable.

The old veterinarian at the village animal husbandry station examined the duck for a long time, and then sent it to the city for inspection. After going back and forth for several days, they finally determined what the problem was. After

the city veterinarian came, he was stumped by cross infection. Not only did he not find the cause, but in the end he could only come up with a method of burning it on the spot.

Ke Rong Ziyin only took a glance and said, "Disinfection is secondary. Let's first treat the duck pen with deworming and mosquito repellent."

"What do you mean?" The city veterinarian didn't understand.

It's humid in summer, and it's not just this village. Most of the livestock raised in every village are mosquitoes. They are now suffering from repeated infections of duck plague, which cannot be controlled. No matter how you look at it, it seems to have nothing to do with deworming.

Rong Ziyin was not impatient. He directly pulled apart the feathers of a duck and turned it over. In just a few seconds, he quickly grabbed a flea from it and handed it to Rorschach.

"Take it for testing. If nothing goes wrong, it should contain duck plague virus."

Then he stood up and said to the veterinarian from the city, "Duck plague is not only transmitted by contact, but also by mosquitoes. Although it is rare, fleas and mosquitoes are both sources of infection. It is right for you to concentrate the treatment of sick ducks, but it also increases the chance of mosquitoes spreading the disease. This is why cross-infection has been repeated."

At the same time, Rong Ziyin also quickly gave a prescription. But the prescription given by the city veterinarian was different. Rong Ziyin actually gave them a Chinese medicine prescription, and the usage was simple. He asked them to mix it into the feed of the ducks with mild and newly infected diseases.

"I think the needles used for injections in the village are almost used up! There are more than 2,000 ducks. It would be exhausting to give injections every day. We need to distinguish between serious and minor cases and have different treatment plans." "

Minor cases can be cured with Chinese medicine." The city veterinarian didn't understand at first, but after reading Rong Ziyin's prescription, he suddenly understood.

"I know this prescription. It was used to cure the ducks in Lujia Village, Yanjing."

Rong Ziyin smiled and nodded, "Yes, I was assigned to the animal husbandry station there at that time."

"Ah! Did you write the paper on duck infectious diseases in the core journal?"

"Yes." Rong Ziyin admitted straightforwardly, "I am doing research on related topics. Now is the sampling stage. If there are other similar cases nearby, you can contact me." Rong Ziyin said while leaving contact information for the veterinarian from the city.

The village chief was watching from the side and felt very nervous.

"Will this work?" Duck plague is not a joke. These are meat-producing ducks. If the breeding ducks are sick, the ducklings hatched from eggs in the future may not be safe.

Rong Ziyin gave an affirmative answer, "Don't worry, it's okay."

It can only be said that Rong Ziyin's prescription is indeed useful. Those with mild symptoms took the medicine in the evening, and the effect was seen in just two hours. Some people with good physical fitness can even struggle to get up and eat.

Rong Ziyin stood up and breathed a sigh of relief, "Continue to repel mosquitoes and insects, it will be under control in two or three days."

"Thank you very much!" The village chief had a bad attitude before because the villagers were desperate for their livelihoods. Seeing that Rong Ziyin's method was effective, he felt very embarrassed. He felt that his previous attitude was a bit too much.

But Rong Ziyin was only his grandson's age, so he really couldn't say sorry. They got along well for a while.

It was Rong Ziyin who broke the silence first and asked, "Grandpa, is the melon you mentioned earlier delicious?"

Rong Ziyin was referring to the sentence the village chief had said before that he was a fool.

Rong Ziyin spoke standard Yanjing dialect with round pronunciation, so the village chief could understand him naturally. He felt a little embarrassed, as if he had just taken advantage of Rong Ziyin's inability to understand the dialect and deliberately bullied him. He immediately replied, "It's delicious, delicious." Then he turned around and kicked his son fiercely, "What are you doing? What's wrong? Go and get the melon."

The village chief's son was suddenly beaten by his own father and was also very confused. He thought to himself, where can I get a melon in this season! Could it be that he should go pick a half-grown watermelon?

Luo Xia looked at the other side in a panic and asked Rong Ziyin in surprise: "Do you really not understand at all? The idiot said it was not a melon."

Rong Ziyin glanced at him and said: "I know, the old man was slapped in the face at such an old age, you can't let him apologize!"

After that, he criticized Luo Xia righteously, "Respecting the elderly and loving the young is a traditional virtue."

Luo Xia was slapped in the face, thinking, respect the elderly and love the young, you should speak more quietly!

The village chief not far away: MMP, I heard everything.