Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 168 What is hybridization
Another day passed, and when Yang Xiaotao returned to the courtyard, he heard Wangcai boasting of his achievements. Knowing that it had deterred another beast and defended his homeland, he petted the dog's head appreciatively, and added dinner tonight.

After eating, Yang Xiaotao sat at the table, while Xiaowei was still wandering among the corn, landing on Wangcai's back from time to time, enjoying the soft treatment.

Looking at the stack of materials in front of him, this is the result of Yang Xiaotao's mutual verification of Mendel's research materials and his own "planting experience".

Of course, there are a lot of things carefully scrutinized and there are still some flaws.

However, if you really want to discover these flaws, you must at least be a master-level biology expert. It is estimated that even ordinary teachers will not be able to see them.

And just seeing it, Yang Xiaotao also thought up his words.

Good luck (blessed by sister Chang'e).

What science cannot explain belongs to metaphysics.

The rhetoric of the previous life still works in this life.

I sorted out the materials overnight, and I don't know the format of the papers these years. Of course, I don't have a computer now, so I wrote a first draft according to the format I remembered.

I plan to revise for two more days, and post the paper on Saturday.

I inquired from Lao Gu in the library before, and now this kind of paper submissions are basically submitted to the natural science edition of "Journal".

The specific Yang Xiaotao is not clear, and Master Gu has never seen it.

After all, it is really rare to submit a paper, and he only heard about it.

Yang Xiaotao had no other choice.

On Saturday, Master Gu asked for the postal address to be written, and the thesis was prepared and sent to the street post office.

At this time, the Post Office was not as large-scale and had many businesses as later generations.

Now it's just mail items.

Even some places far away from the urban area have not yet set up branches, and they can only be delivered by people on foot or by bicycle.

Walking to the counter, there was a female clerk in navy blue overalls and a hat, who was reading a newspaper with great interest.

Yang Xiaotao stepped forward and asked about the delivery.

The female clerk glanced at it, then put a stamp on the bag, said "8 points", and then continued to read the newspaper.

Yang Xiaotao has long been used to this kind of work attitude.

Looking at the stamp, which is two centimeters horizontal and three centimeters vertical, the light green stamp has a forest on it, and 'Special 27.4-3' is written on the bottom. I don't understand the meaning of the number, but it doesn't prevent Yang Xiaotao from knowing the value behind this small stamp .

Yang Xiaotao suddenly felt that he had traveled to this era, why didn't he make preparations earlier?
He doesn't understand cultural relics, but he doesn't need to understand stamps, just buy them.

"Hello, comrade."

"Do you have any other stamps here?"

The female clerk brushed the ends of her hair by her ear, glanced at Yang Xiaotao, thought it was too expensive, and reached out to find a smaller stamp, the color was bright red, with a picture of a female worker voting on it, and 400 stamps underneath. Round words, but at the bottom it says 'Ji 23.4-1'.

Yang Xiaotao looked at the 400 yuan and understood that it should be the price of old coins, which is equivalent to 4 cents.

Otherwise, who can afford 400 yuan a piece?
"This is four points."

The female clerk said something, and added at the end, "This can only be used in Forty-Nine City."

Well, cheap is the distance.

Yang Xiaotao understands.

However, he didn't do it for cheap.

"No, comrade, that's right."

"I work in a steel rolling mill. Some documents in this factory need to be mailed, and a lot of stamps are used, so let me ask, which one is suitable."

"From the rolling mill?"

"Ah, from the Red Star Rolling Mill."

The female clerk raised her head. It is not easy to enter the Red Star Rolling Mill these days. Seeing Yang Xiaotao admit it, she became serious.

"We have a lot of stamps."

"Don't worry, the factory will reimburse you. I approved a lot in advance."

Yang Xiaotao patted the bag, looking indifferent.

"Well, how much do you want?"

"This, I don't know the specifics."

"Why don't you have any of these, take out one, I'll buy one back, and let the leader choose by himself."

Yang Xiaotao tried to say, the female clerk was a little confused, this was the first time she encountered such a thing.

However, the rolling mill is involved in all aspects, and there are usually many pieces sent to the rolling mill. Besides, no one is hoarding these worthless things at this time, so they don't care.

"Okay, you wait."

The female clerk stepped down from the counter and took out stacks of wooden boxes from the kitchen behind, in which stamps were neatly placed.

Yang Xiaotao's eyes were hot as he watched from the sidelines, wondering if he should buy two more sets?

But in the next second, I suppressed this thought.

"Comrade, you bought so much, we need to register."

Yang Xiaotao was stunned, and then realized that it was reasonable for him to buy some, but if he bought too much, he would be suspected of speculating.

"no problem."

At worst, when asked, I would say that I bought it in advance, and I just need to prepare it for later use.

Seeing that Yang Xiaotao readily agreed, the female clerk chose one of the items in the post office and placed them on the table.

Yang Xiaotao was pleasantly surprised when he saw the stamps of different colors, sizes and images.

Finally counted, a total of 29 kinds of stamps.

This is all baby.

"Comrade, sign here."

On the other side, the female clerk had already written the record. Yang Xiaotao glanced at it and only wrote down the quantity, price, time and person purchased, but did not write the reason for the purchase.

Glad to sign.

Yang Xiaotao then counted out four yuan and twenty-two cents and handed it to the female shop assistant.

Only then did he collect the stamps and put them in his pocket.

Then, under the puzzled eyes of the female clerk, she bought a red 4-cent stamp, pasted it on the envelope, and put it in the mailbox beside her.

Then go home and wait for the results.

On Monday, the hall of "Academic Journal" was full of people coming and going, and it was the busiest time of the week.

Many people took the manuscripts sent from all over the country, sorted them into categories, and sent them to various departments for editorial review.

Since the people became the masters of the country, several universities and scientific research institutes in Sijiu City jointly established the "Academic Journal" under the instructions of their superiors, naturally for the purpose of developing science and technology.

However, in recent years, the country's economic development has different emphases, and the whole country is promoting, and the support for science has been decreasing year by year.

At this time, in a room on the second floor with a sign of natural science, two young people wearing glasses were gathering together, but what they were looking at was a photo.

"Guo Zi, are you sure you are a blind date?"

"That's still a holiday. The old lady is optimistic. I will meet you in a few days."

"Oh, what a pity, what a pity."

"Your grandma's, small cut, who do you feel sorry for?"

"Don't do it, don't do it, I don't feel sorry for you, a good and promising young man, who is about to enter the grave of marriage and lose your true self, what a pity!"

"Hey, what's the pity about that, it won't be the same in the future?"

"Ah, haha, that's true, that's true."

The two chattered, looking at the pile of documents on the table, Xiaocuntou looked bitter.

"Liu Gong asked us to be responsible for the review, so many messes, what are you doing?"

"Who says it's not? Two days ago, I saw a strange one, saying that a cow and a pig were mated for research, and a litter of a dozen cows could be produced to solve the problem of farming cattle in the countryside."

"Isn't this nonsense, can it be the same? Since when mud legs understand science, it's nonsense."

"Isn't that right? The ones that were sent up were all messed up, with a lot of typos. I went to the medical section the day before yesterday, and there were some ghost symbols that were said to be able to exorcise evil spirits and cure diseases. I wanted to throw them away. .”

"Hey, if it weren't for the regulations above, the manuscripts sent up must be kept. I will take them to the waste station now. Recycling can also contribute to the country."

The two complained for a while, and finally buried themselves in work.

"Guo Tou, look, there is something new."

"Hybrid corn? Hybrid?"

"Guo Tou, have you heard of hybridization?"

"I heard that this corn can also hybridize because of its size? I've heard of metamorphosis, but I haven't heard that plants can also hybridize."

"Throw it away quickly, there are so many things to do."

Guo Tou had a playful face, Xiaocuntou didn't take it seriously, and threw the paper into the "garbage" to be disposed of.

After Yang Xiaotao handed in the manuscript, he kept it in mind, and kept the corn in the yard, just waiting for someone to come to evaluate it.

However, as soon as a month passed and the [-]th military parade was over, there was still no one waiting.

If you don't come again, you will accept it.

Sitting in the yard, Yang Xiaotao sighed, thinking about all kinds of possibilities, and finally gave up. Anyway, the hybrid corn has been successful, so what he has to do is to prepare as many seeds as possible, so that Yangjia Village can grow hybrid corn.

Time passed, and at the end of October, the weather turned cold. Even if Xiaowei was allowed to use her abilities, the weather was over, and the corn production was still a little bit reluctant.

Over the past three months, with Xiaowei's targeted operations, one male flower can pollinate all the female flowers in the yard, and more than 200 corns can be harvested each time.

Yang Xiaotao calculated the actual situation, on the premise that every corn kernel can survive, planting about 3000 corns per acre of land, and a corn cob has 700 corn kernels, so one mu of land needs 4 to 5 corn kernels.

During this period of time, except for the two ridges that are deceptive, the other six soil ridges basically cycled more than a week, and they were rotated a total of eight times.

About 180 corns are harvested each time. In this way, a total of 1400 corns have been harvested this time.

That is to say, it can satisfy the planting of 300-400 mu of land.

Yang Xiaotao knew that Yangjia Village had 300 mu of arable land. Of course, it was impossible for all of them to grow corn, but it would not be less than [-] mu.

From this point of view, if we go all out next year to cultivate the parents and at the same time obtain more hybrids, we can fully meet the needs of Yangjiacun.

Of course, this is ideal.

In reality, it is not easy to operate.

There is no guarantee that each corn kernel can germinate and grow.

It's not that Yang Xiaotao has never thought about breeding in the village, but he was not rich for a while, so the factory here still had to run.

Let him hand over the parents of the hybrid corn to the village. I don’t know if it can be produced. Without mature technology, strict management, and no bugs like Xiaowei, relying on a group of old farmers alone, it is estimated that the hybrid will not be produced in the end. , the parents had to lose it.

This is also the reason why Yang Xiaotao handed over the technology to the country. The explosion of collective power is absolutely terrifying.

Especially in the current period, as long as there is a policy, it is estimated that it will be popularized soon.

It's a pity that I waited and waited, but I still haven't waited.

Yang Xiaotao packed up the corn and waited for it to be used next year.

As for those useless corns, they were taken out and prepared to be ground into cornmeal, which made the people in the yard envious.

It's always been another month, and Yang Xiaotao has completely let go of the thesis.

Life has to be lived, work must not be lost, and reading must not stop.

(End of this chapter)