Chapter 67 Popular Science Booklet
"You were sleeping." Lu Mingchuan looked calm and didn't understand why Su Heng reacted so strongly.
"What's wrong? Didn't you make a bet with me before that the loser would do the other person's laundry?"
"That's different." Su Heng argued. What if her unwashed underwear was left in there? That would be too embarrassing.
Thinking of this, Su Heng's face felt a little hot.
Lu Mingchuan was watering the flowers and plants, and without looking up, he said, "I understand. Next time, I'll submit a report in advance for approval."
"Hmph, stop being so sarcastic." Su Heng turned and went into the kitchen to cook.
After dinner, Su Heng put on a straw hat and rode his bike out, starting another busy day.
Zhang Xinghe is also here today, and their expert group looks like a teacher with two students.
Fortunately, Pu Fengliang is still able to intimidate people at his age, otherwise it would be like Zhang Xinghe going to the countryside alone yesterday.
I talked until my voice was hoarse, and someone said to me, "I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice. My grandfather's grandfather's generation used to farm like this."
Some farmers are very stubborn. After all, in the past, farming relied on the experience passed down from generation to generation.
But after all, there will be errors in oral transmission, and everyone's understanding ability is different, so the originally correct experience may be distorted when passed down.
It's just like a recipe; the taste always changes as it's passed down.
As Su Heng was thinking about this, a light bulb suddenly flashed in his head.
"Professor Pu, I think we can publish a booklet on agricultural science that provides a simple summary of crop growth cycles and basic disease symptoms. This way, we can get attention in the early stages of the disease."
Zhang Xinghe's eyes lit up when he heard this and he thought it was a great idea.
But Pu Fengliang still wanted to be more practical. He asked the most realistic question: "But most of the villagers are illiterate. I'm afraid they won't understand."
Su Heng certainly considered this question, adding, "You can use simple illustrations with text. They don't even need to be as elaborate as comic strips. Just highlight the features and make the content clear."
Su Heng thought of the children's picture books of later generations. The simple sticker phoenix was very suitable. She joined a club in college and learned it for two years. She could draw it herself.
If we want to be like the exquisite comic strips of this era, we still need to find suitable painting talents.
The 1970s was still quite sensitive. Some artists were demoted and some retired, so it was probably difficult to find them.
Although Pu Fengliang couldn't figure out what the simple style Su Heng was talking about was, it did sound feasible.
If the popular science manual on farming can be promoted, farmers will not be completely in the dark when they encounter unclear points in farming.
He nodded in approval: "Xiao Su's idea is very good. Let's go to Director Cao to discuss how to implement it."
While they were chatting and laughing, they assigned Director Cao another job that required money.
As they were speaking, they arrived at Dahe Commune.
The conditions of this commune are relatively good. The overall terrain is flat and it is next to a river called Dahe.
It was indeed very big. Su Heng saw it along the way and felt that the river of their Red Star Brigade was instantly reduced to a small ditch in comparison.
There are neat wheat fields on both sides of the river. When the hot summer wind blows, the green wheat waves roll in, and it is a scene of a bumper harvest.
Dahe Commune is a major grain supplier to Changlin City every year. When Secretary Yan of the commune heard that experts from above were coming to see the crops, he personally took them on a tour of the fields.
"What do the three experts think of the wheat grown in our commune?" Although it was a question, Secretary Yan's face was full of pride.
He didn't take advantage of the young ones and was polite to Su Heng and Zhang Xinghe.
Pu Fengliang squatted on the edge of the field, looking at the wheat in his hands and smiled: "Very good, it's growing very well!"
As he spoke, he also explained to Su Heng and Zhang Xinghe the advantages of the wheat here. Su Heng of course listened carefully and absorbed the on-site teaching of the future academician.
She also used her special powers to check on the wheat field. After feeling the wheat's vigorous vitality, she also noticed that the wheat stalks and rhizomes here were particularly thick.
This kind of wheat will have better lodging resistance and yield.
Su Heng's eyes fixed, and he reached out to take a closer look.
She originally thought that the wheat grew better than elsewhere because there was extra moisture here.
But now it is discovered that this seems to be an evolution of the genes inside the wheat seedlings!
Su Heng's eyes flashed, and he said to Pu Fengliang beside him:
"Professor Pu, the wheat here is much taller than wheat grown elsewhere. I wonder if it's because of the growing environment or the plants themselves?"
Pu Fengliang certainly saw the difference between these wheats and other wheats. At first, he preconceived that it was due to the geographical advantage.
But at this moment, when Su Heng reminded him, he suddenly realized that there was another possibility. If it was the advantage of wheat itself, then it was worth studying.
"Xiao Su, you asked a very good question!" Pu Fengliang looked at Su Heng with admiration in his eyes.
Zhang Xinghe, who was standing by, felt that his position as the eldest disciple was in real danger.
His handsome, tanned face was full of confusion. Why did his teacher say that his basic skills were not solid when he asked similar questions before?
"Secretary Yan, would you let us dig up a few wheat plants and take them back for research?" Pu Fengliang asked.
The few people did not avoid him when they spoke just now. Pu Fengliang always used plain language when giving lectures, so Secretary Yan also understood what they meant.
Seeing that the wheat in his commune seemed to be of particularly good quality, it was a great thing for experts to study it. Who would disagree?
He immediately slapped his thigh and said, "Just pick as many as you want, experts!"
That was a joke of course. If he dug too much, he would still feel bad about the food.
Finally, Su Heng and the other two borrowed bamboo baskets and shovels from the commune and dug up a dozen or so plants that they looked the best.
"Professor Pu, please take these wheats back to the brigade for me to take care of. There is no place to grow them in your dormitory in the city." Su Heng said.
Pu Fengliang also nodded: "Then I'll trouble you first. I need to ask Director Cao about the progress when I go back today. The experimental field needs to be approved as soon as possible."
"It's okay, just urge me a little more."
Su Heng was not worried that Pu Fengliang would want to change the base because he saw that the wheat was growing well in other places, because the wheat in her area was evolving in a more comprehensive direction.
In order to prevent the wheat from being dried out by the sun, the few of them did not go to the remaining commune and finished work early and went home.
Su Heng returned home carrying two baskets of wheat. The wheat was dug up with the soil and put into the baskets, so it was quite heavy.
Although Pu Fengliang and his disciples tied the basket to her bike when they parted at the intersection, Su Heng was still sweating profusely while riding.
She drank a large jar of boiled water when she entered the house, and when she left, Lu Mingchuan had already helped her unload the bamboo basket.
Little Zhaocai came over and was playing with the wheat leaves curiously.
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