After coaxing his big baby to sleep, the busy Dr. Rong still had a lot of things waiting for him to deal with.

Apart from other things, it took a lot of time just to communicate with the village chief about the follow-up. Fortunately, the results were gratifying.

Since the village itself belongs to the poverty alleviation scope, and Ji Shu and the department head have joined forces, the village’s qualification for breeding forest frogs was determined in less than a week.

At the same time, the team sent by Ji Shu and the team temporarily formed by the department head also came one after another.

Rong Ziyin and his team finished sampling, and it was time to go to the next place.

The next village is on the other side of China, and it will inevitably be another long journey. Rong Ziyin and his team took a van just like when they came here.

Old Wu packed everything early, and the driver was waiting outside. The only difference is that when Rong Ziyin and his team came, they were surrounded by villagers. Now they are leaving with a proper farewell.

The village chief held Rong Ziyin's hand and burst into tears, "Thank you so much, Dr. Rong. Without you, how can we live in the future!"

Several grandmothers beside him also cried. Although the forest frog breeding has not seen any money, the current policy, the involvement of large companies, and the support of knowledgeable university professors, obviously have a bright future.

For these villagers who rely on God for their livelihood, whoever can make them full is their greatest benefactor.

It is obvious that Rong Ziyin is the one who can feed them, and at this critical moment, he is no different from a god.

Right now, Rong Ziyin's car is full of things sent by the villagers. From a basket of eggs to a half-grown chicken? !

Old Wu felt a little annoyed when he saw the chicken in the basket, thinking, this chicken won't have Newcastle disease!

Rong Ziyin smiled and shook his head, "No, this cub is very healthy and already has antibodies."

"If it's given to us, we'll keep it!"

Old Wu nodded and sighed, "The gentleman is indeed very gentle!"

However, before he finished speaking, he heard Rong Ziyin and Rorschach studying the chicken together in the back seat of the car.

Rong Ziyin: "I think it's better to raise it bigger."

Rorschach: "Little rooster, aren't virgin roosters the most tender?"

Rong Ziyin thought for a moment and said affirmatively: "You're right."

The rooster screamed at the top of its lungs: No, it's not right.

So, with the villagers blessing him loudly, "Have a safe journey, Dr. Rong!", Rong Ziyin and his companions returned.

On the way back, everyone was chatting, but Rong Ziyin fell silent as he spoke, as if he was thinking about something and had something on his mind.

Old Wu casually asked Rong Ziyin, "Sir, do you have any regrets?"

Rong Ziyin was stunned at first, and when he came to his senses, he said casually, "Nothing. I just feel sorry for the fact that so many chickens died."

Rong Ziyin was indeed worried, although he knew that according to the ability of Ji Shu and the department head, they would definitely not let the villagers go without food before the forest frog breeding was fully established.

But even so, for those villagers, the next few months were destined to be the most difficult months.

But no matter what, everything now was the limit of what Rong Ziyin could do for them.

The system knew that Rong Ziyin was unhappy, so it whispered to comfort him, "Host, take a look at the system prompts, they are all the villagers' gratitude points. You are already very powerful."

"Yeah." Rong Ziyin nodded, but did not respond.

And the people in the car also felt that he had not finished his words, and their hearts were also heavy and speechless.

Especially the researchers in the backward group, they felt that the cruelty of animal husbandry was no less than the cannibalistic financial circle.

Stocks that often go to the sky are as frightening as the chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep that carry the family expenses for the next year.

Old Wu tried to liven up the atmosphere, but he didn't know what to say. After a long while, Rorschach finally spoke, "Don't be too depressed, we can avoid these things when our research project succeeds!"

Seeing that Rong Ziyin was still in a daze and had no reaction, Rorschach patted him on the shoulder, "Rong! Do you think I'm right?"

Rong Ziyin nodded, "Quite right."

Rorschach: "Then what do you regret?"

Rong Ziyin thought for a while, "Didn't those kids arrange a simple funeral ceremony for the chickens when we were leaving?"

"Yes!" Rorschach nodded blankly. Those kids cried so sincerely that he also cried. But it wasn't just him at the time, didn't everyone else cry besides Rong Ziyin?

Even Old Wu shed tears.

Why is Rong Ziyin regretting this now? Is he regretting that he didn't really cry?

Rong Ziyin sighed and took something out of his suitcase, "I mainly regret that I couldn't play a song for them. After all, they are also heroes in the field of scientific research."

So what to play?

Everyone stared blankly at the thing in Rong Ziyin's hand, a long, thin, very well-made suona.

Rorschach blinked and subconsciously remembered that when they were in Sichuan and Shaanxi, Rong Ziyin's song "Crying Seven Gates" almost drove everyone in their village away on the spot.

Therefore, when Rorschach saw Rong Ziyin's suona, he immediately remembered the mourning belt that the village chief's nephew who sold boneless duck feet sent to the village chief.

He snatched the suona from Rong Ziyin's hand and put it back in his bag.

"What's wrong?" Rong Ziyin looked puzzled.

Rorschach was about to cry, "Rong! The folks just wished us a safe journey, so you don't have to play it again."

Old Wu, who was sitting in the front, nodded quickly and said flatteringly that Rong Ziyin should go to the Golden Hall in Vienna with such excellent performance ability, and they were not worth his effort.

The researchers sitting in the back had not heard it in person, but the suona was indeed a rare instrument. This posture also reminded them of a rumor that was used as a joke before.

"I heard that there was a class that played the suona at the Agricultural University graduation ceremony? The whole class played the suona together and sent off the whole school?"

Luo Xia, who was trying to compete with Rong Ziyin for the right to play the suona, turned around and asked subconsciously, "Fuck! Who else can be so stupid?"

Rong Ziyin looked at him and said leisurely, "It's our class!"

Luo Xia was speechless and felt deep sympathy for Rong Ziyin's four-year college classmates.

In the end, the taciturn driver spoke sharply.

"I think the reason why Mr. has not been beaten to death yet, in addition to his good looks, is that he is very useful."

Rong Ziyin wanted to refute it, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be true. After all, 60% of his classmates in the department were waiting for his summary handwriting to get through the frustrating midterm and final exams.