Yu Baitian knew that Zhao Jin was an expert who only knew how to study crops. It could be said that if he could take root and sprout, he would probably grow in the fields.
The old man attached great importance to food, and Zhao Jin was indeed a rare talent in agriculture, so he valued him very much. Generally, Zhao Jin would be present at major agricultural events.
A person who basically doesn't care about anything other than crops comes to Lijiawan to recruit apprentices. He wouldn't believe it if there was no influence of the old man.
Now Wen Yatou is already too busy with the affairs of the Pharmaceutical General Hospital, so why does Zhao Jin come all the way to accept her as a disciple? What is his intention? Does he really think highly of Wen Yatou?
the next day
Wenwen took her new master to see the medicinal fields.
Zhao Jin was struck by the neatly arranged medicinal fields. "Did you arrange them this way? It looks so comfortable and organized."
"Why are the piles so small? Can crops grow there? And the ditch is so shallow. Will it drain quickly when it rains heavily? Will it wash away the small piles?"
Zhao Jin is indeed an agricultural expert, he saw the idea right away.
"Little Master, look over there." Wenwen pointed to another place.
The ditches here are deeper and wider, and the piles are also much wider and higher.
"I have arranged the piles of land according to the characteristics of each herb. The narrower and flatter piles here are for planting herbs that like dense rows and prefer humidity..." Wenwen explained.
That's right. Zhao Jin didn't expect that his little apprentice didn't know how to farm, but he knew a lot about scientific farming.
"This method should have a wide range of applications," said Zhao Jin.
Wenwen smiled and said, "It is very common and can be used in the most common corn planting." She led Zhao Jin to the other end.
From afar, you can see a field of green corn. The clusters of corn look like neatly arranged soldiers. Between the corn leaves that are as tall as a person, bulging corn cobs have grown. The breeze gently caresses the pink corn silks, and the long leaves flutter in the wind.
In the cornfield, the distance between the bunches is very wide, and the distance between the corns is also far. The ground is also green, and sweet potatoes are planted.
Zhao Jin asked in surprise, "The corn cobs are already this big? Even earlier than in the south, and they're also planting sweet potatoes? This is a good idea. Even though the bunches are spaced far apart, growing two crops this way won't necessarily result in lower yields than just one."
What surprised Zhao Jin the most was that corn cobs could be grown so early.
"This is the method used for growing corn seedlings in cups. Corn seeds are grown in cups before being planted in the fields. The same principle applies to sweet potatoes. They are grown in advance to try to make the harvest time of the two crops the same, so as not to delay the planting of the next season."
Wenwen explained that, of course, she was using the spring water from the valley, so Zhao Jin was so surprised that the crops in the north bloomed and bore fruit earlier than those in the south.
Zhao Jin was so impressed that he gave her a thumbs up. His disciple was not just a person with theoretical knowledge as she said. She also had rich practical experience. The key was that she dared to think and act.
Wenwen was a little embarrassed, she was just repeating what others had said: "This is the first time we've put it into practice this year. It's not the harvest season yet, so we don't know what the results will be." She also wanted to know what the yield would be like if the corn seeds and sweet potato seeds were soaked in spring water?
Zhao Jin exclaimed, "Looking at the encouraging growth, it's not going away anytime soon. If we can plant two crops, we'll have double the harvest. How much more food will we need? How many people can we feed?"
"Actually, all this is thanks to the villagers. I just opened my mouth, and the rest was done by the villagers themselves." Not only did he open his mouth, but he also opened a spring.
Zhao Jin walked into the cornfield and, as he got closer, discovered that there were not only sweet potatoes but also watermelons. Looking at the small watermelons, each no bigger than a fist, clinging to the vines, Zhao Jin was truly astonished.
"The watermelons have grown so big. How is it possible that they can grow so big at this time? I didn't expect that you, my little apprentice, can grow watermelons." A few days ago, his colleague who specializes in fruits and vegetables called him and said excitedly on the phone that this year's watermelons will bear fruit a week earlier than last year.
Wenwen: Growing watermelons is not that difficult. The most troublesome part is the pollination period. If you want more fruits, you have to pollinate manually. Later on, you have to remove the extra vines and small watermelons. This is a rather tedious task, but it is not a problem for her who only produces her mouth.
"I don't really understand it, I just know what the pollination period is, and that I need to remove the fruits and pinch the vines in the later stage to preserve nutrients for other better watermelons. This way, the watermelons grown will be better and bigger." Wenwen said that of course we must pay attention to diseases, insects and pests during the growth period.
Wenwen scratched her head shyly: "Actually, the main reason is that I like eating watermelon, so I planted these few acres of land to give it a try."
Zhao Jin didn't know what to say anymore. Because he was craving watermelons, the watermelons he planted bore fruit more than a month earlier than those in the research institute. His colleagues were still very happy that the watermelons bore fruit a week earlier than last year. If he knew about the watermelons here... Forget it. If his colleagues knew, they would probably rush over overnight.
Wenwen looked at Zhao Jin's expression, not knowing what to say: "Young Master, are you okay?" I hope he is not too stimulated.
Zhao Jin opened his mouth, wanting to suggest that he should become his apprentice. "Then what do you think I should do with my rice?"
On the way here, Zhao Jin had already told Wenwen about his experience in researching rice. He had discovered a special wild rice plant and had taken care of it like a treasure for a year. However, the rice he grew this year was very different from what he had expected. Zhao Jin was very discouraged.
Wenwen knew about this and also knew that this was hybrid rice, a great invention for human food that would solve the world's food problem.
She pondered in her mind, "Didn't you say that even though the precious rice plant isn't as handsome as its father's, it produces a lot of grains, which is half the battle? If you want it to look good, doesn't it have to go through several generations of changes? Every year, the best is kept, and it must be paired with the best. After a few years, maybe both the appearance and the yield will be good."
Zhao Jin felt like he had been enlightened. He stepped forward and excitedly tugged at Wenwen's sleeve, "You can speak. Tell me more."
Wenwen…
Wenwen grabbed back her sleeve and said, "No, I don't understand these things. These are just my messed up thoughts."
"I think you have a hairball brain structure. Although your ideas are scattered here and there, they are very useful! Disciple, use the hammer to hit it again and squeeze out a little more."
Wenwen: Is there a master who would say this about his apprentice?
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