novelraw Chapter 396 Two visits
Chapter 396 Two visits
Chapter 396 A Visit
early morning.
On a boulevard with few people and cars, a black SUV slowly passed by.
inside the car.
The youngest, Ren Ming, volunteered to be a driver for the big shots.
"The red sun rises in the east, and its avenue is full of rays of light..."
The co-pilot, Tang Heming, closed his eyes and hummed while shaking his head.
"The red sun rises in the east, and its avenue is full of rays~"
"I said, can you let us be quiet for a while?" Yang Minghui's helpless voice came from the back seat with a broken voice.
Is this person really not tired?
Last night, the concert lasted until one o'clock in the middle of the night. By the time I washed up and went to bed, it was almost two o'clock at 01:30.
In the morning, they were called up again at 06:30 to set off.
People are already sleepy, and there are still "magic sounds" coming from their ears, who can bear it.
The singing stopped abruptly.
Tang Heming opened his eyes, turned his head and looked behind him, "Do I not sing well?"
Yang Minghui said: "It sounds good, but you've been repeating this sentence for half an hour, don't you think it's annoying?"
"These lyrics fit the occasion." Tang Heming pointed at the rising sun outside the car window, and said cheerfully, "Since you don't like it, then I'll continue singing. How can I..."
"Don't!" Zhang Ziyue hurriedly said, telling him to stop, "Teacher Tang Heming, I beg you, can we stop singing?"
Ren Ming asked curiously: "Teacher Tang, I really want to know how you keep yourself so energetic all the time? Tell us about it."
Tang Heming laughed and said: "Keep an optimistic attitude. If you have a good attitude, you will rest well, and you will naturally be full of energy."
"Only heartless people only know silly music." Yu Hong's cold voice came from the back seat.
Zhang Ziyue smiled and said, "Hey, I agree with that."
Tang Heming: "..."
He couldn't bear it, if other people said that about him, he would immediately hurt him back, but the person who said this was Yu Hong, so he could only bear it.
"Okay, then I will learn from Teacher Yang today."
Tang Heming seemed to have made up his mind. He lowered his voice and imitated Yang Minghui's voice: "From now on, please call me the mature and stable Tang Heming."
Ren Ming suppressed a smile and said, "Hey, that Mr. Tang..." He was interrupted by Tang Heming just after speaking.
"Pay attention to the attributive in front." He still said in a "Yang Minghui style" thick voice: "Please call me the mature and steady Teacher Tang, thank you."
There was also a smile in Zhang Ziyue's tone, "Teacher Tang..."
Tang Heming turned around and looked at her dissatisfied.
Zhang Ziyue quickly changed her words, "Mature and steady Teacher Tang."
"Hey." He sat down again.
"Don't you think that the way you looked just now is not mature and stable at all?" Zhang Ziyue laughed and danced in the minefield.
"People, the more they lack something, the more they like to emphasize it." Yu Hong has been focusing on making up for 100 years.
"Hahaha!"
Tang Heming: "..."
After a burst of laughter, everyone's sleepiness also eased.
"By the way, Teacher Yang." Ren Ming suddenly said, "Do you still remember the Dean Cheng Hua'an that I interviewed when I hosted this year's Spring Festival Gala?"
Yang Minghui said: "Of course I remember, he was sitting in the first row and just won the title of the most beautiful scientific and technological worker in the country."
"I also remember Mr. Cheng!" Tang Heming interjected, "I had a few chats with him in the audience at the time. He is really a humble person who doesn't take credit and is not arrogant."
Zhang Ziyue said: "So are we going to Cheng Lao's laboratory today, or to his house?"
Ren Ming said: "The place we are going to today is not only his laboratory, but also his home."
……
After more than two hours of driving, the SUV stopped at a village.
The five people got out of the car and set foot on a field concrete road leading to Cheng Hua'an's house.
"President Cheng's house is really here?" Yu Hong looked at the large farmland in front of her with doubts on her face.
It's no wonder she asked this question, because the environment in front of her is too plain, and it is really difficult to connect it with the home of a scientific and technological worker.
From a bird's-eye view, a large green felt embroidered with a gray "ribbon" greets the eye.
The gray one is a flat and straight concrete road, which was specially built by the local government to help Cheng Huaan's scientific research work.
The green one is the maize that gradually spread throughout the country with the refugees during the historical period of the Xia Kingdom's population explosion.
The growing corn is gratifying, and it is time to harvest.
More than two meters high, on a corn stalk half the height of Tang Heming, there are thick blue corn ears.The wide leaves swayed gently under the blowing of the wind, as if waving to the sudden arrival of Ren Ming and his party.
If you don't know, you will definitely think that this is just a very ordinary cornfield.In fact, this is the laboratory of a breeder, and it is also the position of a soldier who has stood firm for decades.
Ren Ming felt very kind when he smelled the local flavor that entered his nose with the wind.
When he was a child, he often traveled with his friends in such cornfields, catching grasshoppers and crickets.
When you are hungry, break off a corn cob, put a branch in the middle of the corn bone, and roast it on the fire. It tastes delicious.
And the sky in my memory is exactly the same as here, the blue sky and white clouds make people feel at ease.
"Yes, this is Mr. Cheng's home in Haiya."
His affirmation made the group respect this old man who had not met yet.
A group of people continued to walk forward against the higher and higher sun. They were used to seeing the steel forests of big cities, and they suddenly came to this country with fragrant soil. Everyone felt very novel.
Even Yang Minghui, who is the most stable, has a lightness in his steps.
After leaving the cornfield, there are no corn stalks blocking people's sight, and the field of vision suddenly widens.
Zhang Ziyue and Tang Heming were suddenly fighting over a plant with small yellow flowers on the side of the road.
"Crack!"
Tang Heming took a photo and said confidently: "Let's ask the old man later, this is definitely a carrot, if you don't believe me, just wait and see."
Zhang Ziyue refused to admit defeat and said, "This is obviously a peanut, just wait and see."
Seeing that the two were "fighting" again, Yu Hong sighed, and complained to Yang Minghui: "When you didn't come yesterday, these two were just like this, making a lot of noise, I feel like I brought two brats out for a trip. "
Yang Minghui said with a smile: "You should have been mentally prepared long ago. With Tang Heming here, how can it be possible for people to worry."
"Yes." Yu Hong sighed, looked at Ren Ming again, and said, "When Ren Ming goes back, you should talk to him and let him play with Shaotang Heming."
"..."
After walking for a while, Tang Heming was sweating, and asked, "Aren't you there yet?"
"Is that the old man?" Zhang Ziyue pointed to an old man under the shade of a tree not far away.
Ren Ming took two steps, and took the initiative to meet him, "I'm really sorry for making you wait for us for so long, the sun is so hot."
Cheng Huaan spoke Ren Ming's familiar accent, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm used to the sun."
When he said this, his tanned face was full of a kind smile.
This is an old man without a scholarly air.
An ordinary blue striped shirt, a pair of well-washed black suit pants, and an authentic Nanjiang dialect, just like the old farmers they drove all the way here and can be seen everywhere in the village.
Yang Minghui said: "Old man, let's go and see where you live."
Cheng Huaan smiled and said, "Medium."
After walking a few steps, everyone finally saw Cheng Huaan's house.
"Old man, do you live here?" Yu Hong's eyes were full of disbelief.
The house in front of me is a prefabricated house built on the ground, only more than 30 square meters.
Even if ordinary people live in such a house, people will say that the conditions are difficult, not to mention that its owner is a scientist who has just won the "most beautiful scientific and technological worker".
Yu Hong even doubted that after the show was broadcast, would some viewers suspect that this was a play that the show crew asked the old man to cooperate with.
Cheng Huaan still had a kind smile on his face, and said: "I live in the field, from October to May of the next year, half a year, and I don't live here at other times."
Yu Hong's eye sockets were shallow, she felt like crying when she heard this.
Such a house, in a place like Haiya with sunny days all year round, can be imagined how hot it is after being exposed to the sun for a day, and seeing him who is older than himself, he lives in it for half a year at a time.
At this time, Tang Heming suddenly walked over with his mobile phone, "Grandpa, please tell me, take a look, what kind of plant is this?"
Cheng Huaan took the phone, zoomed in, and said with a smile, "This is peanuts, grown by the masses."
Tang Heming became anxious, "Old man, look again, isn't this really a carrot?"
Cheng Huaan looked again, and said with certainty, "This is peanut."
Zhang Ziyue said triumphantly, "I said Xiao Tang, don't be dying here."
Putting away the phone, Tang Heming said: "Okay, okay, you're right, let's go."
Hearing his words, Zhang Ziyue became unhappy, "What do you mean I am right? This is obviously my right..."
"Hey." Yang Minghui quickly stood up and shouted to stop, "It's not embarrassing for you to start again in front of the old man."
Cheng Hua'an was cheerful, or rather, he liked the excitement.
Seeing that everyone was still standing, he enthusiastically said: "You must be tired after coming so far, I'll get you a stool."
With that said, he was going to move the stool in the house.
Ren Ming took the lead and said: "Old man, don't be too busy, I'll move, you rest."
With that said, he took the initiative to walk into the house.
As soon as you enter the door, you will be greeted by a wave of heat.
Ren Ming suddenly remembered the dormitory without air conditioning when he was in high school.
"Crack!"
"Squeak—ah."
"Crack!"
The black floor fan was blowing an uncool wind, and it would make a sound every time I shook my head.
The furnishings in the room are also very simple, a wardrobe, a single bed, and a huge table with thick stacks of books and notebooks.
There were several stacked colorful plastic stools in the corner. Ren Ming walked over and picked up these stools.
Coming out of the room, he distributed the stools, and Tang Heming brought a folding table from nowhere.
Six people sat on small plastic stools and chatted around a folding table.
A staff member came over with a big watermelon and handed it to Ren Ming.
"Grandpa, I'm going to cut up the watermelon."
After speaking, he carried the watermelon and walked into Cheng Hua'an's kitchen.
The kitchen is also very hot, and it is very small. Four or five people are absolutely inactive in the station, and there is no such thing as a range hood. There is only a small exhaust fan humming.
On the concrete floor are rice flour oil and a bag of bright yellow cornmeal.
Looking at the crude kitchen in front of him, Ren Ming could imagine that the old man's three meals a day were probably very simple and simple.
In such a living environment, ordinary young people probably won't last long. It's hard to imagine how the old man has persisted for decades.
Shaking his head, no more thought.
He carried the watermelon, briefly cleaned the dust on the surface, picked up the kitchen knife, and before he used much force, the watermelon split open along the incision with a "click".
"This watermelon is absolutely sweet!"
Ren Ming put the cut watermelon in a basin and brought it out.
"Grandpa, try it."
He handed Cheng Huaan a piece.
"Thank you."
While eating watermelon, everyone continued to chat.
A small moth flew from a distance and landed on Cheng Huaan's shoulder.
He glanced at it, picked it up, threw it under his feet and crushed it to death.
"This is a common pest in corn fields, called the corn borer."
Speaking of his professional knowledge, his temperament changed suddenly, from a kind old farmer to a professional breeding expert, "It is the main pest that causes the corn yield to decrease."
"From the heart leaf stage of spring corn to the ear stage of summer corn, it will be affected by it, resulting in reduced yield. But now, we have found a pesticide that can effectively kill it."
Looking at Cheng Hua'an who was talking eloquently, Ren Ming said, "Master, the corn seeds bred by you have now been promoted and planted to hundreds of millions of acres across the country, right?"
Cheng Huaan nodded and smiled, "It's more than 3 million mu."
"Wow!"×n
This top Versailles really got a lot of wow.
While everyone was talking, a train of high-speed trains roared past on the viaduct a few hundred meters away.
Ren Ming said: "The old man said before that every morning after he gets up and washes up, the first high-speed train will pass here on time."
Cheng Hua'an said, "Every day at 23:[-]."
Yu Hong sighed: "The old man is indeed a scientific and technological worker. This kind of rigor is rare for ordinary people."
Yang Minghui asked suddenly: "Old man, how old are you this year? Are you 60 years old?"
Cheng Huaan separated his thumb and index finger, and said proudly: "I am 86 years old this year, and I am in good health, and I can go to the fields with young people."
"Wow!"
Another wow.
Ren Ming asked curiously: "Old man, you still insist on going to the field at such an age, won't they persuade you?"
Cheng Huaan said with a smile: "Breeding is a scientific and practical job. You can't just listen to the report or just look at the data. Only by doing it yourself can you grasp the first-hand information and do a good job in the breeding business."
……
It's noon, it's time to eat.
Ren Ming stood up and said, "Old man, is there anything you want to eat? I'll make it for you."
Cheng Hua'an said: "I don't pick food, I hit everything."
"Then what do you usually eat for lunch?"
Cheng Hua'an said, "I usually cook random dishes and eat noodles."
Ren Ming said, "Then let me make you a bowl of hand-rolled noodles."
"middle."
(End of this chapter)