Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 846 Planted and Feed Pigs
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A long dragon passed through the dark land, and the sound of steel echoed in the wilderness.

After the six of Yang Xiaotao boarded the train, they were assigned to separate compartments by the security guards on the train.

The treatment was the same as last time, the front and rear doors were guarded by soldiers, and it seemed that they could feel the faint murderous aura.

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

However, the four soon found interest.

"Mr. Yang, the genetic recombination you mentioned is the separation of two sets of genetic material. Can you explain how it is separated?"

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

Obviously, they planned to seize this opportunity and ask Yang Xiaotao to give them a little treat in the car.

Yang Xiaotao didn't refuse either. Anyway, being idle in this carriage is also idle. Let me explain clearly to them here that it will be easier to wait until the northwest.

Immediately picked up the notebook and pen, and began to explain the process of meiosis.

This lecture is directly related to the present.

Yang Xiaotao found a water bottle and took a sip. He couldn't see clearly in the carriage. Everyone was sitting in the distance. Wang Hao beside him was lying on a bench with his eyes closed.

At this time, at night, there is nothing else to do but sleep.

"Mr. Yang, how did the tetraploid you make happen during meiosis?"

In the dark night, Hou Lijing still asked.

Yang Xiaotao put the luggage on the chair, lay on it by himself, looked at the shadows flashing past the window, and then explained after thinking for a while, "You can treat one as a pair, and the mechanism is the same."

"Oh!"

"What happens if a tetraploid and a diploid cross?"

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

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

"why?"

"Because of three chromosomes, meiosis cannot be performed."

"Oh."

"Mr. Yang, the blood jade you made is tetraploid. How did you make it?"

Another person asked, Yang Xiaotao narrowed his eyes.

"This blood jade was not made, it was found by accident."

"Oh."

……

The next day, the train was still moving.

After eating in the car in the morning, everyone no longer had the novelty of the first day. They were used to looking at the scenery flashing by outside the window, looking at the towering black mountains in the distance, and the sound of trucks that could hardly be heard in their ears. .

Along the way, Yang Xiaotao found that the train was running at all other times except when it stopped to fill up water and let the people on the train get off to let the wind blow.

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

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

The breeze blew, and there was a cold breath in the air.

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

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

At this moment, the middle-aged man is holding a telescope in his hand, carefully checking the movement below.

Behind him on the right, stood a middle-aged man with a big belly, staring at a pair of squinted eyes at the moment, although he was complimenting the man in the windbreaker.

Behind the crowd, a fiery red figure stood quietly, with a tall and straight figure and a proud figure, coupled with a cool face, it attracted the attention of many men around.

After watching for a while, the man in the windbreaker put down his binoculars and looked back at the crowd.

At this moment, the surrounding conversations stopped abruptly.

"Comrades did a good job."

The man in the windbreaker glanced at the crowd, then fixed on the middle-aged man on the right.

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

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

"Don't be so serious." Tchaikalikov waved his hands with a smile, "We are all comrades in the revolution. This time things are done well, and the alliance will not forget everyone's credit."

After speaking, he looked at the crowd again, with a rare smile on his face.

Papapa

Fatty clapped his hands suddenly, and the people around him reacted and became enthusiastic immediately.

"Yes, thank you, Comrade Tchaikalikov."

The obese man smiled and complimented.

The man in the windbreaker looked at the fat man in front of him. This man is still very good at managing the farm, especially in the past six months, he has organized manpower to cultivate so many seeds in the greenhouse, and his ability is rarely recognized by the higher authorities.

This time, if it succeeds, he will also contribute a lot.

Glancing at the fat man, he nodded slightly.

But this action made Fatty 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 opponent, but also the group of mad dogs under him.

These fangs are not only sharp on the outside, but also bloody on the inside.

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, Geert was extremely excited.

He never thought that he would meet the big shots in the league, and he never thought that there would be such a day that people in the whole league would remember his name.

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

No, it should be brought from the far south.

An idea popped up in my mind, but it was quickly suppressed by him.

Now here, there is only the hope of the alliance, and there is no bullshit Yangcun No. [-].

Although the two are a thing in themselves.

"Dear Comrade Tchaikalikov, please speak."

Gelt stabilized his mind and spoke respectfully.

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

"Usually, I can't see it."

Tchaikalikov walked up to Gelt and held out his right hand.

Gelt quickly grabbed it, "It's my honor to be remembered by you."

"Hmm. Very good, very like an alliance scholar."

"You praised me."

After the two exchanged polite greetings, Tchaikalikov looked down at the farm below, where warehouse doors opened and trucks came in and out.

"This time, how many good seeds have you prepared? What is the plan for this year?"

Gelt immediately explained, "Comrade Tchaikalikov, after planting and cultivating in greenhouses from last year to now..."

"Our spring plowing can provide 500 tons of fine 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 breed hybrids?"

"Each experimental field can provide [-] to [-] tons of fine seeds. By this time next year, half of the arable land in the alliance will be planted with Hope corn."

"In the next year, the alliance will get rid of the restriction of importing hybrids, so that people in the alliance will no longer have to worry about food."

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

"Comrade leaders, please rest assured. Our farm will definitely cooperate fully in this breeding to ensure that there will be sufficient good seeds this year."

The man in the windbreaker nodded in relief, "Very good! Very good."

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

"Damn bald eagle, do you really think the alliance can't do anything without their corn?"

"ridiculous!"

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

"Yes, the rotten and dirty guy would never have imagined that the alliance would develop high-yield corn. I'm a little curious now. When the corn is harvested, what will the faces of those capitalists look like when they look at a piece of yellow corn?"

The fat man was the first to laugh, and the people around him were also happy. They didn't have any good feelings for the hateful country on the other side of the ocean that prevented them from realizing the pace of revolution around the world.

Even the man in the windbreaker nodded.

Being able to let the alliance get rid of the economic shackles, the credit will certainly not be small.

Everyone was talking when suddenly a secretary ran over.

"Leadership comrades, the good varieties in each warehouse have been loaded."

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

The secretary asked loudly, Tchaikalikov glanced at the few people around him, and then smiled playfully.

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

The fat factory manager and Geert didn't speak, but they still felt that it was unnecessary.

The fat factory manager wanted to grind these seeds into flour to make bread.

However, when they heard what Tchaikalikov said next, everyone around laughed.

"The pigs of the alliance also need corn."

After a while, bursts of laughter came from around.

"Yeah, the Union pigs would love it."

"Haha, their corn is only for Union pigs."

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

Hahaha

There was constant laughter and ridicule around.

Orient, the symbolic building of the pentagon.

The white light shines on the wall, reflecting the flag of democracy, and the wind of freedom sweeps over the grass in front, blowing the grass that pursues freedom to the ditch beside it.

Facts have proved that the pursuit of freedom depends on seeing the direction of the wind.

in the office.

The curly-haired middle-aged man with a sullen face looked at a report indifferently.

This report was collected by Smith just now, and after just one glance, his heart was terrible.

Ever since he led the economic war against the alliance, until now, no, it should be said that it was last year, everything went smoothly, and his own plan went smoothly, slowly eroding the interior of the alliance in a silent way.

Everything is planned.

However, the damned Hua Guoren suddenly made a move, which completely disrupted his years of planning, secret hands, and painstaking and costly plans.

With a sigh, he pulled out a book from the drawer.

It is "36 Strategies".

The more you master the ideas in this book, the more you will be afraid of the Chinese people.

A military book, summed up more than 1000 years ago.

As for them, the country has not yet been seen.

For a moment, watching the calculations and calculations of the 36 calculations, I suddenly wondered whether the economic war that I had worked so hard to come up with was also in the other party's calculations?
咚咚
Just when the middle-aged man was feeling palpitations, there was a knock on the door.

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

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

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

This person was his secretary. He was tall, pure white, with a bumpy figure, a unique face, and golden hair curled into big waves.

This person was specially selected by him from many applicants.

Of course, as a secretary, he is still very hardworking at work, with a rigorous attitude and glamorous persistence. This attitude and temperament make him feel more satisfied on the other hand.

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

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

"My dear sir, whoever said that, you can fire him."

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

"Ha ha"

"Well, then, dear Ms. Mengsha, what's the matter? I hope it won't disturb 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 low neckline when she bent down, and straightened the documents in front of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man retracted his gaze, and then looked.

"This is."

"This is a joint statement from farmers in the Great Lakes region."

"what?"

"Sir, what you said earlier about planting corn breeding, they clearly rejected in the statement, and are planning to plant other crops."

Mengsha explained, but the middle-aged man's face suddenly changed.

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

砰

He smashed his fist on the nanmu table with an angry expression 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 no risk that they will not be sold. At that time, no one will buy it outside, and the domestic market does not want to lower the price, so they can only throw it into the lake except for feeding pigs."

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

"Feed the pigs, these bastards, bastards!"

"I have told them that the export price will be raised at that time, and there will be policy support, which will fully compensate for their losses."

"Why, why are these pigs doing this?"

The middle-aged man looked angry, but his heart was terrified.

Think of the crisis that once broke out.

At that time, this group of scumbags could pour milk into the river for personal gain, and it was not impossible to feed pigs.

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

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

In front of this group of capital that only thinks about problems with sponge bodies, everything is useless.

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

(End of this chapter)