"This greenhouse is planted with early corn. Compared to the original cycle, the growth period has been increased to two to three months, and inside the greenhouse, this ti is greatly reduced.
Last year, families who planted early corn nearby had a minimum yield of 293.5 kilograms per mu, a maximum yield of 575.8 kilograms per mu, and an average yield of 375.5 kilograms per mu..."
Ever since farmland was developed around the cave, the base expanded, enclosing this area as well.
At this mont, faced with the personnel sent from above, Professor Wang and Elder Shi accompanied them, carefully explaining the data.
"So your experintal fields, compared to these data, are they more or less?" A person who seed to be a leader among the personnel asked.
"Since this is the first ti crops have been planted in such an environnt, we can only adjust based on experience and computer-asured data."
Professor Wang initially passed the buck, then cleared his throat and said, "Based on experience and computer predictions, the yield of this early corn is about half of the average, and could be even lower."
"So that ans it’s only about a hundred kilograms, maybe not even that." Another person frowned and spoke.
"Yes." Elder Shi replied fluently.
Finally, the person in the middle spoke: "When it cos to the knowledge blind spot of Spiritual Qi, none of us know anything. The crops have survived, but whether they can bear fruit is still a question.
So we cannot be complacent. On this long journey, we tread carefully and have only taken a few steps."
"Please rest assured, leader. We will not betray the country’s trust in us." Professor Wang and Elder Shi imdiately pledged.
The person standing in the middle, to a certain extent, represented the will of the Dragon Country.
And his intention was clear: no matter how bitter or difficult it was, achievents must be seen!
Afterwards, the group visited other crop planting areas before returning to the base headquarters.
Upon arriving at the base, without seeing anyone else, they only sought the base manager and the team leader from the ti of land reclamation.
"Daoist Ning, how are things going these days?"
The manager spoke honestly: "Eating, drinking, playing as needed, cooperation with work is good, but at this mont, he should be roasting snakes on the south side of the base."
"Oh? I hadn’t heard he liked this taste before. How co he suddenly enjoys eating it?" inquired the leader curiously.
The manager rubbed his nose, replying awkwardly: "Back then, to determine the standard for Spiritual Qi, Elder Shi and the others made a large snake feast for Daoist Ning; maybe he got addicted to it then."
The leader smiled, then asked, "What about the person himself? How do you feel about him?"
The manager did not answer imdiately but considered carefully before cautiously speaking: "Approachable, without airs, he sort of gives off a sense of having seen through the world."
"Yes, he helps us with unrelated work every now and then, chatting and laughing with us, acting on whims." The team leader supplented.
Their words were mostly empty chatter. They seed to praise, but if the leader’s mood was off, they could easily switch from praise to critique.
It’s no wonder they managed to climb up among so many people.
"Hmm."
The leader nodded, without comnting, plunging the atmosphere into awkwardness for a mont.
The manager and the team leader exchanged looks, sowhat unsure of the leader’s thoughts.
"Leader, shall I go and call him over?" asked the manager cautiously.
The leader waved his hand, saying, "No need. I ca this ti just to see everyone’s work, not specifically for him."
"Alright, if there’s nothing else, you may leave."
"Okay, leader, please rest early."
The two straightened their bodies, saluted, then marched out.
Outside the room, they opened their hands to see their palms damp.
They knew the probing about Ning An from above.
Really bringing Ning An over, if he suddenly lashes out, while one can never be too careful, such a situation... who could account for it?
...
As ti passed, the base’s first phase of work neared completion.
Which also ant Ning An was about to be liberated.
His job wasn’t much; mainly serving as a human sensor to evaluate Spiritual Qi content, concentration, and such data, with the rest unrelated to him, which he couldn’t understand either.
During leisure, Ning An wandered to the breeding area or chatted with Quan Xiaobai, given that in his previous life, he was influenced by Uncle Ying and quite interested in zombies.
Soon, Quan Xiaobai, holding a lively mountain chicken, swaggered out of the breeding area, chased by an apron-wearing, loud-mouthed uncle.
Quan Xiaobai looked at Ning An, showing an apologetic smile, though strange, it was indeed a smile: "Wind’s tight, let’s scram."
"Hahaha, see you at the secret base."
Ning An laughed, stood up, kicked so sand to extinguish the fire pit, then vanished in a flash with only a shadow remaining in the air.
Since Quan Xiaobai tasted a piece of roasted snake from Ning An, it was like discovering a new world, coming over every day, rain or shine, to mooch off roasted at.
Ning An couldn’t resist him, unable to drive him away, thus rolling his eyes and coming up with a sneaky idea:
Quan Xiaobai handles the ingredients, Ning An handles the barbecue!
The two hit it off, collaborating seamlessly.
Initially, the uncle in charge of the breeding area turned a blind eye, since Quan Xiaobai was family, and an invaluable high-end asset, it wasn’t a big deal for him to eat a bit.
Later, the uncle couldn’t bear the heartache any longer and pasted a note directly at the entrance, written on it:
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