Chapter 10 Yin Xiaoyin, a former educated youth, said this is called chemistry.
"It's a big guy, we call it Iron Ox. It doesn't need to be fed like livestock. It's so majestic. If we had its help, the autumn harvest would be a piece of cake."
Xiao Chen became more and more animated as he spoke, gesturing wildly with his hands and feet.
Yin Xiaoyin listened with great interest, and gasps of surprise occasionally rippled through the crowd. Although it wasn't the first time they had heard Xiao Chen tell the story, they were always very interested each time.
The arduous autumn harvest seemed less tiring as a result.
Throughout the day, almost everyone's clothes were soaked with sweat, then dried in the sun, then soaked again, then dried again...
When they finally finished work, they were all exhausted and had to help each other back to the educated youth settlement.
Although Yin Xiaoyin felt a little tired, she was able to adapt a bit better than yesterday.
After a simple dinner, Yin Xiaoyin washed up and went into the room, only to find that Ji Yueyan hadn't rested yet. Instead, she was at the table, writing and drawing something by the dim light of a kerosene lamp.
The other two female educated youths were also nearby, and the group of them occasionally discussed something.
She listened for a few minutes and realized it was about calculating volume ratios during the day, but actually calculating volume was more accurate.
She lay on the bed, letting out a satisfied sigh. It felt so comfortable to lie on the bed like a lazy bum; it was a kind of joy that the tireless robot could never experience.
Amidst the hushed conversation of the group, Yin Xiaoyin soon became drowsy.
I had another dream.
This time, she wasn't even a little surprised.
However, who exactly is the owner of this dream, and why do I keep dreaming about him?
This looks like a research lab.
There were many parts, instruments, and equipment on display, and even a huge machine that Yin Xiaoyin guessed was used for massive calculations.
This research lab was undoubtedly extremely advanced for its time. The man, with black hair and an upright posture, was focused on turning a certain hinge.
The study room door was pushed open without any hesitation.
“Mr. Xu, Mr. Zhou’s health seems to be not very good lately. His daily treatment at the hospital is also very expensive. We are also very troubled by the matter we asked you to research, which has not made any progress…”
The newcomer had gray hair and blue eyes. He didn't speak Mandarin, but Yin Xiaoyin could understand him.
The black-haired man clenched his fists, seemingly struggling to suppress his emotions.
Seeing his expression, the gray-haired, blue-eyed man tapped the white tabletop lightly with his fingers, a half-smile on his face: "Human rights? Chinese people aren't qualified to talk about that, you know? By the way, study this carefully, even though your name doesn't deserve to appear on the results."
Yin Xiaoyin was furious. Would her uncle be bullied like this too?
She wanted to rush straight over and teach that gray-haired, blue-eyed man a lesson...
It felt as if my leg had suddenly kicked off the ground.
I woke up in an instant.
She took a few deep breaths, placing her small hands on her heaving chest; she was clearly very angry.
I've already written it down in my notebook.
Through the hazy text, she could still picture the dilapidated mud houses of the educated youth settlement. She leaned against the bed, the sounds of the house clearly audible.
Because of the faint snoring from the exhaustion of the autumn harvest...
Because of chronic hunger, the occasional rumbling in his stomach only made him turn over in bed...
Let's set a small goal first: to make sure everyone has enough to eat.
She quietly got up, sat down at the table, and began to write a letter. She wanted her family to send her some information about agricultural machinery of the time, so that she would have a reference point.
The villagers' descriptions were mostly based on imagination, and she obtained relatively little useful information after carefully analyzing them.
From the villagers' words, one can understand their longing for these machines. They would be overjoyed if every village could use them.
After writing the letter and sealing the envelope, I plan to go to the Qingcheng County post office and mail it to Beidu during my rest time in a few days.
Then I thought about herbicides again...
After a day, the herbicide should have been effective, and the worried village chief should be able to relax a little today.
She felt she should go there sooner rather than later, since the village chief would definitely skip dinner before going.
With that thought in mind, she simply got dressed, too lazy to cook, and casually stuffed some snacks into her mouth before heading to the field.
It was just dawn, and although the team's loudspeaker hadn't been turned on yet, some people were already carrying dry rations and getting ready to go to the fields.
Therefore, unsafe situations generally won't occur if you don't take secluded routes.
Of course, Yin Xiaoyin didn't have this fear in mind.
When Yin Xiaoyin arrived at the western edge of the village, she didn't even need to ask; just by listening to the noisy commotion, she found the village chief, who was so happy he couldn't tell which way was which.
Before she could even ask, the village chief, beaming from ear to ear, waved to her: "The herbicide really works! Look!"
The lush corn stalks and leaves were unaffected, but the previously abundant weeds now seemed to have lost their vitality and withered.
"Without these weeds competing for nutrients, the corn yield will increase by at least 10% next year."
The village chief said happily.
Yin Xiaoyin narrowed her eyes slightly: "After a while, there might be pests and diseases, so we'll prepare some more medicine."
The village chief hesitated for a moment: "There doesn't seem to be any news from the commune."
Yin Xiaoyin smiled and said, "There always has to be someone who's willing to be the first to try something new. Village Chief, would you be willing to be the first?"
For some reason, the village chief felt a surge of heroic spirit welling up inside him.
The corn they planted this time wasn't actually in season; it was just that the land had been cleared, and they figured they couldn't let the land lie idle, so they planted some to increase the harvest.
It's not a bad idea to use it as an experimental field now.
"Alright, then I'll have to see what you're capable of."
The village secretary, who was listening nearby, laughed and said, "Then, Educated Youth Yin, you have a heavy task ahead of you. This corn pest problem is no simple matter. Corn borers, armyworms, aphids, spider mites—each one of them is a menace to the grain..."
"The whole country is short of food right now. If our experiment is successful, our village might even make it into the newspapers and become known to the whole country..."
The village chief was captivated by the scene described by the village party secretary, and in a daze, he imagined that he might even be able to go to Beidu and shake hands with the leaders...
He solemnly shook Yin Xiaoyin's hand: "Comrade Yin Xiaoyin, my honor and disgrace as village chief all depend on you."
Yin Xiaoyin coughed a few times, thinking that there was no need for such formality. It was just a small matter that required no effort, and there was no need to make such a big deal out of it.
The herbicide situation was also quite coincidental; the commune was just about to issue her the same formula. Otherwise, given the village chief's stubborn nature, he really wouldn't have been willing to use it.
Food is precious; we should prioritize stability over making mistakes.
Now, ironically, she has proven herself.
She felt that she didn't seem like the unlucky person Yin Wenying kept saying.
The other villagers were already looking around in amazement. In previous years, they had to exert themselves like oxen to get rid of weeds, but now, with just a spray of pesticide, those stubborn weeds withered away on their own? It was truly a miracle!
What Yin Xiaoyin, a former educated youth, said is called chemistry.
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