Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 162

In this way, three days later, six cobs on three corns were ripe.

Yang Xiaotao immediately collected them, carefully selected them, and then planted them as homozygotes of the parents, and crossed them according to the previous experimental plan.

Only this time, Yang Xiaotao had more expectations.

"Goddess of Luck, sister Chang'e favors me, this time it will work!"

Time flies to the end of June.

In the yard, four ridges of hybrid corn have grown.

Among the four ridges, the corn looks the same, but in Yang Xiaotao's notebook, it represents four possible chromosome arrangements.

These are experimented with from the parent book obtained after initially using the Lucky Charm.

In subsequent experiments, Yang Xiaotao also found out that the energy contained in these parent books is not the most, and according to Xiaowei's measurement standard, it is at a moderate level.

But, perhaps this is why the experiment failed in the first place.

The strongest is not necessarily the most suitable.

For hybrid vigor, it is not necessary to choose the best ones. Only those that complement each other can exert heterosis vigor.

This is the key to success.

"Now, just wait for a wind!"

Yang Xiaotao closed the notebook, and Xiaowei also slowed down the energy to ripen the corn, allowing the corn to grow naturally.

While Yang Xiaotao was waiting for the wind to come, Xu Damao, who had been silent for a while, became active again.

Recently, the countryside began to harvest crops, and Xu Damao took advantage of the movies to go to the countryside to fish for local specialties.

Also bring back news from the countryside.

Yang Xiaotao also heard that life in the countryside is even more difficult now. In many villages, in order to complete the public surplus grain, the whole village is hungry at the end, and some people in the village also hand in all the grain in order to complete the task.

In spring and summer, the whole village goes to dig wild vegetables and make paste.

The so-called huhu is to grind corn cobs, corn stalks, cotton husks, sweet potato seedlings, elm bark, elm leaves, etc. into powder and boil them into a paste.

That's it, that is, eat [-]% full.

Yang Xiaotao can't even imagine what the living conditions in the countryside are like.

In the memory of the previous life, there will be famine in the next few years. Coupled with the disadvantages of the big pot of rice, some villages can have a bowl of water, but some villages cannot.

Village cadres and cooks eat more, and their children, wives, and mothers eat a little, how much food can be left?

If the people in the village don't have enough to eat, they become swollen, they have no energy to work, and even the livestock are so thin that they can be blown down by the wind.

In this way, who will plant the land?Where does food come from?

Yang Xiaotao was thinking about the matter of Yangjiazhuang again, but at this time the villagers were busy, no one came up, and he didn't know the specific news.

Time passed day by day while waiting. In July, the weather was still hot and there was no sign of wind, which made people anxious.

On this day, Yang Xiaotao was resting at home.

When I fell asleep at noon, the sky became gloomy, and an urgent excitement suddenly arose in my heart.

"Come on, come on."

Yesterday the factory weather forecast said there would be strong winds, which is what Yang Xiaotao has been waiting for.

In the yard, Uncle Chen was waving a cattail fan to enjoy the shade, and Wangcai was lying in the shade, chewing a bone that he didn't know where.

A little boy with a watermelon head, wearing crotch pants, swaying his buttocks, walked crookedly in the yard, and Jia Zhang's cheers came from time to time.

Next to her, the big mom was smiling, her eyes full of envy.

Farther away, the third mother hugged Yan Jiedi, watching Yan Jiefang lead Yan Jiekuang to play in the mud, the smile on her face did not fade.

In the front yard, Xu Damao walked in with a bag in his hand, followed by the third master with a smile on his face, and he also had a bag in his hand.

The two were talking and laughing one after the other, and there was a certain tacit understanding in their words.

In the middle courtyard, Silly Zhu was washing vegetables in the sink, and Qin Huairu next to him was washing clothes in half-sleeves. The two of them chatted from time to time, and Silly Zhu was washing vegetables even more slowly.

On the other side, Jia Dongxu walked in staggeringly, it seemed that he must have drunk a lot of wine.

Yi Zhonghai was holding a water glass, talking to Liu Haizhong beside him.

The whole courtyard is a peaceful scene.

"coming."

In the afternoon, Yang Xiaotao leaned against the door frame and suddenly felt a bit of coolness, and then the sound of the wind began to sound.

"Uncle Chen, let's have hot pot tonight."

When Yang Xiaotao got up, Uncle Chen squinted his eyes, "Xiaotao, this strong wind is coming, don't you hurry up to harvest the corn?"

Speaking of which, Aunt Chen has already come over, and she is about to come up to help when she sees the ripe corn.

"Auntie, it's okay."

Of course Yang Xiaotao wouldn't clean it up, and now he wanted to see if the hybrid corn could withstand it.

Uncle Chen saw that Yang Xiaotao's expression did not seem to be joking, and the corn was almost ripe, even if it was blown down, it would not hinder the harvest, so he didn't say much.

After a while, the sky darkened and the wind picked up.

The people in the courtyard returned home, waiting for the storm to come.

Yang Xiaotao was sitting at the door, gnawing on an apple in his hand, Wangcai was leaning beside him, the soft fur brought warmth, and Xiaowei crawled inside.

click
The red apple was bitten open, revealing the white and tender flesh inside, and the full juice flowed to the ground.

The dark clouds piled up and got heavier.

The sky was dark yellow.

Split
A flash of lightning resounded in the sky, and it was as dark as night fell.

Huhuhu

The wind then became violent.

Yang Xiaotao looked at the swaying corn with some expectation in his eyes.

Close the door and prepare the hot pot.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Uncle Chen and Aunt Chen were sitting at the table. The three of them surrounded the hot pot with all kinds of vegetables boiled up and down. The dishes in front of them contained special seasonings, and the three of them ate like this.

The ears are full of wind and rain.

"It's such a waste of things. It's raining so hard and I don't know how to clean it up."

Through the glass, Yi Zhonghai looked at the blown corn in Yang Xiaotao's yard, and said to the aunt with emotion.

"Who says it's not? There's no such thing as waste."

"If you waste food, you will be punished by God."

The aunt held the bowl and looked outside, equally unhappy.

"He, he's just too full to eat, so he doesn't know his last name."

Yi Zhonghai stopped looking, closed the doors and windows tightly, and prepared to rest.

"Look, you will suffer sooner or later."

Jia's family, Jia Zhang's looked at the falling rain, and the continuous splashing of rain at the door made the house quiet.

It's just a noisy stick, looking at the rain outside the window and not in the mood to go out to play.

Looking at Jia Dongxu and Qin Huairu, they both had nothing to do and were just lying on the bed.

"No, you can't live like this."

Ever since I had a bold idea last time, it has been nourished in my heart.

More than half a month has passed, and Jia Zhang feels that it is time to implement it.

In the backyard, at Liu Haizhong's home, Xu Damao was sitting at the table, Liu Guangqi was leading Liu Guangtian sitting opposite, and the three of them had a game of poker in front of them, enjoying themselves.

The second aunt was tinkering in the kitchen with the mushrooms that Xu Damao sent. As for Liu Haizhong, he went out in the morning and hasn't come back yet.

As night fell, Yang Xiaotao helped Uncle Chen back home. The two of them drank some wine, not much, but they were extremely sleepy in the wind and rain.

When returning home, he turned on the lights in the yard and looked at the bent corns blown by the wind. Yang Xiaotao only hoped that tomorrow, after the wind and rain, they would still stand upright.

Of course, if all fell down, he would not be discouraged.

How to say that sentence, if you fail, you will treat it as meeting your mother.

Not afraid.

He has Xiaowei and time.

Lying on the bed, listening to the wind and rain, Yang Xiaotao soon fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, when I opened my eyes, there was no sound of wind and rain in my ears, and the gentle sunlight came in through the window, and Wangcai, who was lying on the ground beside him, was already wandering around the room shaking his head.

This time, I slept until noon.

Yang Xiaotao sat up in shock, without bothering to wash his face and put on his shoes, he ran to the door and pushed open the door, looking at the corn in the yard.

Hahaha

Hahaha

Yang Xiaotao laughed abruptly, the more he laughed, the louder he became, the more he laughed wildly, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Stepping on the muddy ground, Yang Xiaotao came to the middle of the yard, and saw a row of corn standing straight among the fallen corn.

"Found it, found it!"

Yang Xiaotao spoke excitedly, but he didn't notice Uncle Chen's puzzled expression.

"Xiaotao, what are you doing?"

Uncle Chen's voice interrupted Yang Xiaotao's excitement, and then became Yang Xiaotao's joyful sharer.

"Uncle Chen, I succeeded, I succeeded."

"This corn, it didn't fall, it didn't fall, look, it didn't fall, hybrid corn."

"Successful, successful!"

Yang Xiaotao was barefoot and extremely excited. No matter who had experienced dozens of failures, he couldn't help the joy in his heart at the moment of success.

Uncle Chen was confused when he heard it, but he also gave a general idea.

"You mean, study corn?"

"Yes. Grandpa, look!"

Yang Xiaotao pointed to a ridge of corn that hadn't fallen down, walked up to one and broke off the cob, weighing it in his hand, it was twice as big as the corn in Yangjia Village.

"This corn is not only resistant to wind, but the kernels inside are even bigger than the current ones!"

It's not that Uncle Chen has never seen corn. He has seen big corn in the crop fields before, but it's not as big as the one in front of him.

However, Uncle Chen didn't feel much about this hybrid corn thing.

I just thought that Yang Xiaotao picked out the big corn and planted it in the yard.

"Isn't it just bigger? You have been in the city for a long time, and you have a lot of things to do with the crops."

Yang Xiaotao was speechless after hearing this, and wanted to popularize Mendel with his old man, and analyze homozygotes and heterozygotes, what is heterosis.

But considering the current cultural level, the word bastard is a curse.

What's more, genetics is still unpopular, that is, not many people in the whole country know about it.

Saying it is in vain.

Soon, Uncle Chen ignored Yang Xiaotao and took Wangcai out to get some fresh air.

Yang Xiaotao was left alone standing in the dirt, feeling the power of the earth.

(End of this chapter)