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Chapter 624: [623] Cheng Han, the Technician, is a Great Talent

In the fish farming lake.

"Buzz~"

The sound of engines continued to ring out.

The floating wooden boat gracefully broke through the water, creating ripples on the wide lake surface.

Zhang, the supervisor, assumed a humble and inquisitive posture: "Technician Cheng, could it be that the oil extraction rate has decreased by four percent for some reason?"

The other two crew members perked up their ears, waiting for Cheng Han's answer.

Cheng Han glanced at the lake and responded with a question: "Have you noticed something? After the onset of winter, the green rice shrimp has become slightly greasier."

Zhang pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement: "It seems so! After the weather turned cold, we need to catch the green rice shrimp more tightly, or else they easily slip away."

Cheng Han immediately explained: "This is because the green rice shrimp secretes a very thin layer of antifreeze oil on its body to resist the low temperature."

Zhang suddenly realized: "So that's the reason."

The tall and thin crew member chimed in: "I thought it was because the water was too cold, but it turns out to be the reason."

Cheng Han got to the point: "The secretion of antifreeze oil consumes some of the nutrients in the green rice shrimp's body, especially a component called 'green oil paste.'"

"This component happens to be one of the key components of 'high-efficiency fuel,' which naturally leads to a decrease in the production of high-efficiency fuel."

Zhang looked impressed: "Your knowledge is truly profound."

The two crew members nodded repeatedly, showing a deep understanding.

However, Cheng Han sighed: "Half a month ago, the 'Aquaculture Research Institute' in the Eastern Li War Zone specifically sent a notice to all war zones."

"The notice clearly stated that as long as a special feed is introduced into the fish farming lake to supplement the nutrition of the green rice shrimp, this problem can be avoided."

Zhang immediately looked embarrassed: "It seems like no one mentioned this to us."

The two crew members also had subtle expressions.

Naturally, they understood that this was definitely a dereliction of duty by certain individuals in their war zone, who failed to timely pass on the information and distribute the feed as required.

Zhang cleared his throat and asked, "Technician Cheng, is it still possible to introduce the feed now?"

Cheng Han pondered for a moment and replied, "It's already winter now, and the appetite of the green rice shrimp has decreased significantly. It will take over two months for the feed to take effect."

Zhang's lips moved, and he sighed, "What a pity."

The winter in this marine world was not long, only about three months, so over two months meant that winter had already passed.

The tall and thin crew member remembered something: "No wonder the green rice shrimp seemed to be particularly voracious recently, and the consumption of feed has increased a lot."

The other crew member chimed in with newfound knowledge: "They need to replenish the nutritional components to synthesize antifreeze oil in their bodies."

Cheng Han smiled and changed the topic: "The antifreeze oil of the green rice shrimp has another wonderful use."

He paused for a moment and pointed to his face: "In a while, when the temperature drops below freezing, many people's hands, feet, and faces will develop frostbite."

Zhang's eyes lit up: "Are you saying that antifreeze oil can prevent frostbite?"

Cheng Han nodded: "Not only can it prevent frostbite, but it also has excellent effects in treating frostbite. Just apply the antifreeze oil, and frostbite can be cured in a maximum of three days."

Zhang's eyes sparkled even more.

Cheng Han laughed and explained clearly: "As far as I know, the Eastern Li War Zone couldn't perfect the process of refining antifreeze oil this year, so it's a bit of a waste."

"When catching the green rice shrimp, you can peel off their shells and try to extract the antifreeze oil for your own use or sell it."

The work in the fish farming lake was quite hard, especially in winter when they had to endure the cold wind. This could be considered a small benefit for the workers.

Moreover, peeling off the shrimp shells would also make it more convenient to extract high-efficiency fuel.

Zhang and the crew members nodded repeatedly.

Cheng Han added, "Next year, it's certain that superiors won't allow the shrimp shells to be peeled off privately anymore, so this opportunity only exists this year."

Zhang and the crew members were extremely happy to hear this.

They could tell that this was tacitly approved by their superiors and also an opportunity to legally earn extra income.

They genuinely felt that Cheng Han was a very good person, and his words were very pleasant to listen to. He was truly a great talent.

Soon after.

"Bang!"

A collision sound was heard.

The floating wooden boat docked at the pier.

The two crew members immediately jumped onto the pier and skillfully began to tie the mooring ropes.

Zhang, the manager, pointed to the house next to the dock and his tone became more urgent: "Cheng, the technician, why don't you go inside and warm up by the fire? How about that?"

The guy's smile on his face was even more enthusiastic than when he saw his own father.

This was not surprising.

Anyone who pointed out a path to wealth would receive this kind of treatment.

Cheng Han readily agreed: "Okay!"

The reason he offered benefits was to build a closer relationship and gather intelligence in this battle zone.

Zhang, the manager, nodded and bowed: "Please follow me."

Soon, Cheng Han stepped into the house, which was called the "Lake Patrol Station."

This was the "standard configuration" for every fish farm.

The Lake Patrol Station was not big.

It only had three rooms, a main hall, and a lounge.

The person on night duty could rest in the lounge.

"Squeak!"

Zhang, the manager, pushed the door hard.

The air that rushed in was not much warmer than outside.

Cheng Han quickly glanced at the fireplace and calmly asked, "Why isn't there a fire in the Lake Patrol Station?"

According to the requirements, there should always be personnel on duty in every Lake Patrol Station.

And in winter, to ensure that the stationed personnel could fulfill their duties, the house should have continuous heating.

Zhang, the manager, rubbed his hands again and sighed, "Don't mention it!"

He immediately explained, "This battle zone doesn't value fish farms. The fuel quota provided is relatively low, so we usually only light a fire at night."

Cheng Han sighed, "That's a bit harsh."

This was completely in line with his expectations.

The mistake made by the Huizhou battle zone this time, failing to feed the Qingmi shrimp according to the instructions, resulted in a decrease in fuel production, which was directly related to this "lack of importance" attitude.

Zhang, the manager, agreed, "Who says it isn't? I don't even know how to get through the day when it's colder."

He turned his head and ordered, "Xiao Li, go light the fireplace."

The reason for making an exception and lighting the fire at noon was obviously to entertain the "distinguished guest."

"Okay!"

The crew member immediately responded.

Cheng Han watched as Zhang, the manager, picked up a kettle and asked the long-planned question, "By the way, has there been any news in your battle zone recently?"

"Gurgling~"

The sound of pouring water rang out.

Zhang, the manager, quickly poured a cup of water and enthusiastically offered it, "Cheng, please have some tea!"

Then he recalled for a moment and answered, "If you're talking about news, it's only about the war."

"The last time the White Squid Tribe attacked our battle zone, many people died. All of us fish farmers had to retreat to the fortress."

"Later, I heard that the Dongli battle zone won a great victory and even killed two Sea Gods. Only then did the White Squid Tribe retreat."

The performance of the Huizhou battle zone in the war was just average, like many other battle zones.

If it weren't for Cheng Han's clever plan, who knows how long the war would have lasted and how many more people would have died.

Cheng Han nodded slightly and asked more directly, "Has your battle zone's commander made any achievements?"

His main goal this time was precisely this commander.

The battle zones regularly submitted brief reports to the Commander's Palace, which only provided a general overview and couldn't reveal specific details.

That's why Cheng Han chose to secretly visit the Huizhou battle zone.

At this moment, Zhang, the manager, heard the word "achievements" and actually chuckled, "To be honest with you, our commander doesn't have any achievements on the battlefield, but he's quite impressive in the bedroom."

Cheng Han was a bit confused.

What did he mean by "impressive in the bedroom"?

(End of this chapter)