Scholars in the courtyard

Woohoo~~

kuka kuka

A long dragon passed through the dark land, and the sound of steel echoed in the wilderness.

After the six Yang Xiaotao people got on the train, they were arranged by the security personnel on the train to a separate compartment.

The same treatment as last time, there were soldiers guarding the front and back doors, and it looked like there was a vague murderous intent.

Yang Xiaotao didn't mind either, but the other people felt a little uncomfortable when they saw it.

However, the four soon found interest.

"Teacher Yang, the genetic recombination you are talking about is the separation of two sets of genetic material. Can you explain specifically how it is separated?"

The first person to speak was the girl Hou Lijing, with a pen and paper in her hand and a look of longing on her face.

Obviously, they planned to seize this opportunity and let Yang Xiaotao open a small stove for them in the car.

Yang Xiaotao didn't refuse. Anyway, he was just idle in this carriage. Let me make it clear to them here. When they get to the northwest, they can feel more relaxed.

Then I picked up my notebook and pen and started explaining the process of meiosis.

This lecture brings us directly to the present.

Yang Xiaotao found a kettle and took a sip. He could no longer see clearly in the carriage. Everyone was sitting in the distance. Wang Hao beside him was lying on a bench, closing his eyes and concentrating.

At this time, at night, there is no other way to earn a living except sleeping.

"Teacher Yang, how does the tetraploid you made proceed during meiosis?"

In the dark night, Hou Lijing still asked.

Yang Xiaotao placed his luggage on the chair, lay down on it, looked at the black shadow flashing outside the window, thought for a while and then explained, "You can think of one as a pair, the mechanism is the same."

"oh!"

"So what happens if a tetraploid crosses with a diploid?"

Hou Lijing continued to ask, but Yang Xiaotao laughed, "It will become triploid."

"It's just that this triploid cannot reproduce."

"Why?"

"Because there are three chromosomes, meiosis cannot occur."

"oh."

"Teacher Yang, the blood jade you made is tetraploid. How was it made?"

Another person asked, and Yang Xiaotao narrowed his eyes.

"This blood jade was not made, it was found accidentally."

"oh."

…

The next day, the train was still moving forward.

After eating in the car in the morning, everyone had lost the novelty of the first day. Everyone was accustomed to looking at the scenery flashing outside the window, looking at the towering black mountains in the distance, and the almost inaudible sound of trucks. .

Along the way, Yang Xiaotao found that the train was running at all times except when it stopped to add water and let the people on the car get down to cool off.

According to this speed, it will take another three or two days to reach the place where we started last time, and then drive to the farm.

Just when Yang Xiaotao and his party were heading to the northwest, in the far north, the weather was getting warmer and it was the time for farming.

A breeze was blowing, and there was a cold breath in the air.

A group of people are now on the high tower, looking at the busy crowd below and pointing.

Directly in front of him was a middle-aged man with a thin build and sparse hair, wearing a double-breasted button-down gray-green trench coat.

At this moment, the middle-aged man was holding a telescope in his hand, carefully checking what was happening below.

Behind and to his right stood a middle-aged man with a big belly, glaring at him with squinted eyes, although he was complimenting the man in the trench coat.

Behind the crowd, a fiery red figure stood quietly. His tall and proud figure, coupled with his cold face, attracted the attention of many men around him.

After watching for a while, the man in the trench coat put down the telescope and looked back at everyone.

At this moment, the sounds of conversation around him suddenly stopped.

"Comrades are doing well."

The man in the trench coat glanced at the crowd, and then settled on the middle-aged man on the right.

"Dear Comrade Chaikalykov, thank you for your affirmation."

The fat man next to him answered immediately, with an expression as respectful as a quail.

"Don't be so serious." Chaikalykov smiled and waved his hand, "We are all revolutionary comrades. If things are done well this time, the alliance will not forget everyone's contribution."

After saying that, he looked at everyone again and showed a rare smile.

bang bang bang

The fat man suddenly clapped his hands, and the people around him immediately became enthusiastic.

"Yes, thank you, distinguished Comrade Chaikalykov."

The obese man smiled and complimented.

The man in the windbreaker looked at the fat man in front of him. This man was very good at managing the farm, especially in the past six months, he had organized people to use greenhouses to cultivate so many seeds, and his abilities were rarely recognized by his superiors.

This time, if it was successful, he would also have contributed a lot.

He glanced at the fat man and nodded slightly.

But this action made Fatty's whole body tremble with excitement.

Anyone who knows the identity of the person in front of him must be cautious.

Not only the terrifying power of the other party, but also the crazy dogs under his command.

These fangs are not only sharp externally, but also bloody internally.

However, compared to the fat man, he valued the middle-aged man beside him more.

"Comrade Gelt!"

After the words fell, everyone's eyes focused on the middle-aged man beside him.

At this moment, Galt was extremely excited.

He never thought that he would meet a big shot in the league, and he never thought that there would be a day when everyone in the league would remember his name.

And all of this was brought to him by the "hope" corn.

No, it should be brought from the far south.

An idea popped into his mind, but he quickly snuffed it out.

Now here, there is only hope for the alliance, no bullshit Yangcun No. 1.

Although the two are the same thing in themselves.

"Dear Comrade Chaikalykov, please speak."

Galt calmed down and spoke respectfully.

"Don't be restrained, I just want to meet the famous genetics professor."

"Normally, I can't see it."

Chaikalykov walked up to Geert and stretched out his right hand.

Galt quickly took hold of it, "It's an honor for me to be remembered by you."

"Yeah. Very good, very much like an Alliance scholar."

"You complimented me very much."

The two of them were polite, and Chaikalykov looked at the farm below. The warehouse doors opened and trucks came in and out.

"How many high-quality seeds have you prepared this time? What are your plans for this year?"

Galt immediately explained, "Comrade Chaikalykov, after planting seeds in the greenhouse from last year to now, he has cultivated..."

"Our spring plowing can provide 500 tons of improved seeds. At the same time, we will also set up four experimental fields in the eastern, central, western and southern regions of the alliance to cultivate hybrids?"

"Each experimental field can provide 1,000 to 10,000 tons of improved seeds. By this time next year, half of the farmland in the alliance will be planted with Hope corn."

"In the next year, the Alliance will get rid of the restrictions on the import of hybrids, so that people in the Alliance will no longer have to worry about food."

Galt said confidently, and the fat factory director Utem on the side also stepped forward to show off.

"Comrade leader, please rest assured. Our farm will definitely cooperate fully with this breeding to ensure that there will be enough good seeds this year."

The man in the trench coat nodded happily, "Very good! Very good."

"You don't know that the corrupt capitalists on the other side have doubled the price of hybrid corn this time."

"Damn bald eagle, do you really think there's nothing the Alliance can do without their corn?"

"ridiculous!"

The man in the windbreaker sneered, and the fat factory manager beside him spoke even more righteously.

"Yes, those rotten and dirty guys would never have thought that the Alliance would develop high-yielding corn on its own. Now I am a little curious. When the corn is harvested, what will the faces of those capitalists look like when they see the yellow corn?"

The fat man was the first to laugh after saying this, and the people around him were also happy. They had no good impressions of the hateful country on the other side of the ocean that blocked their steps to realize the revolution around the world.

Even the man in the trench coat nodded after hearing this.

The credit for being able to free the alliance from economic constraints will not be small.

While everyone was talking, suddenly a secretary ran over.

"Comrade leader, all warehouses have been loaded with fine seeds."

"There are only thirty tons of seeds left in the south. Do you need to load and unload them?"

The secretary asked loudly, and Chaikalykov glanced at the people around him, then showed a playful smile.

"Pull it out and find a piece of land to plant it on!"

Neither Fatty Factory Director nor Galt said anything, but they still felt it was unnecessary.

The fat factory director wants to grind these seeds into flour to make bread.

However, when they heard Chaikalykov's words next, everyone around him started laughing.

"The pigs of the Alliance also need corn."

After a while, bursts of laughter came from all around.

"Yeah, the Alliance pigs will love that."

"Haha, their corn is only rationed for the Alliance pigs."

"Doesn't that mean they eat the same as pigs..."

Hahaha

There was constant laughter and ridicule all around.

East, pentagonal landmark building.

White light shines on the wall, reflecting the flag of democracy, and the wind of freedom sweeps through the grass in front, blowing those grasses pursuing freedom to the ditch aside.

Facts have proved that in pursuit of freedom, one must clearly see which direction the wind is blowing.

In the office.

The curly-haired middle-aged man with a sinister face looked at a report with an indifferent expression.

Smith had just collected this report, and after just one glance, he felt very sad.

Since leading the economic war against the alliance, to now, no, it should be said to last year, everything has been going smoothly, and his own plans have gone smoothly, slowly corroding the inside of the alliance in a subtle and silent way.

Everything is being planned.

However, the damn Hua Guoren suddenly took action, completely disrupting his many years of planning, behind-the-scenes, and painstaking and costly plans.

Sighing, he pulled out a book from the drawer.

It is "Thirty-Six Strategies".

The more I understand the ideas of this book, the more I am afraid of the Chinese people.

A military book, summarized more than a thousand years ago.

As for them, the country has not yet disappeared.

For a moment, watching the thirty-six plots being plotted one after another, I suddenly wondered whether the economic war I had worked so hard to come up with was also part of the opponent's plot?

dong dong

Just when the middle-aged man felt palpitations, there was a knock on the door.

The middle-aged man laughed at himself, how could he fail?

ridiculous.

After regaining his composure, the middle-aged man sat up straight and said, "Please come in."

The office door was pushed open, and a woman wearing business attire walked in.

This person is his secretary. He is tall, pure white, with a curvy figure, a unique face, and blond hair that is curled into big waves.

This person was specially selected by him from many applicants.

Of course, as a secretary, he is very diligent in his work, with a rigorous attitude and cold persistence. This attitude and temperament make him feel more satisfied on the other hand.

"Dear Mengsha, has anyone told you that you are more beautiful than Monroe?"

The middle-aged man looked at the woman's big waves unabashedly.

"Dear sir, you can fire the person who said this."

"How can I compare with a group of four people?" Mengsha's voice was calm, but it made the middle-aged man even more eager.

"Ha ha"

"Okay, so dear Ms. Monsa, what's the matter? I hope this doesn't interrupt our dinner."

The middle-aged man smiled, but Mengsha stepped forward and took out a document from the folder.

"Sir!" Mengsha leaned forward, not caring about the lowered collar when she bent over, and straightened the documents in front of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze and then looked.

"This is."

“This is a joint statement from farmers across the Great Lakes region.”

"What?"

"Sir, they clearly rejected the planting of corn you mentioned earlier in their statement and are preparing to plant other crops."

As Mengsha explained, the middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed.

"What? Damn it, how dare they, how dare they do this?"

boom

He hit his fist on the Nanmu table with an angry look on his face.

"They learned that the alliance has a new hybrid corn, and they think that no matter how much corn they plant, there is a risk that they will not be able to sell it. When the time comes, no one outside will buy it, and the domestic price does not want to drop, so they will have no choice but to throw it into the lake except for feeding pigs."

After Mengsha finished speaking, the middle-aged man suddenly stood up and faced Mengsha directly.

"Feed the pigs, these bastards, bastards!"

"I have told them that the export prices will be increased when the time comes, and there will be policy support, which can fully compensate for their losses."

"Why, why are these pigs doing this?"

The middle-aged man looked angry, but his heart was filled with fear.

Thinking of the crisis that once broke out.

At that time, these scumbags could pour milk into the river for personal gain, so it was not impossible to feed pigs.

snap

The middle-aged man with red eyes felt powerless all over his body.

Even if he is in a high position, even if he has rights that others cannot achieve.

It's all useless in front of this group of capital who only think about problems with sponge bodies.

At this moment, anger filled his heart, and his anger made him lose his mind.