Chapter 162 Success
In this way, three days later, the six cobs on the three corns were mature.
Yang Xiaotao immediately collected them, carefully selected them, and then planted them as homozygotes of the parents, and carried out crosses according to the previous experimental plan.
Only this time, Yang Xiaotao has more expectations.
“Goddess of luck, sister Chang’e is blessing me, it will work this time!”
Time flies to the end of June.
In the yard, four rows of hybrid corn have grown.
In these four rows, the corns look the same, but in Yang Xiaotao's notebook, they represent four possible chromosome arrangements.
These are all experimented from the parent copies obtained after the initial use of Lucky Charms.
In subsequent experiments, Yang Xiaotao also found that the energy contained in these parent books was not the most, and according to Xiaowei's measurement standards, it was at a medium level.
But, maybe this is why the original experiment failed.
The strongest is not necessarily the most suitable.
Hybrid vigor does not necessarily require choosing the best. Only those that complement each other can bring out hybrid vigor.
This is the key to success.
“Now, just wait for the wind!”
Yang Xiaotao closed the book, and Xiaowei also slowed down the energy to ripen, allowing the corns 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 has begun to collect crops, and Xu Damao took advantage of the movie to go to the countryside to fish for local specialties.
Also brought back news from the countryside.
Yang Xiaotao also heard that life in the countryside is more difficult now. In many villages, in order to complete the public surplus grain, the whole village went hungry in the end. In some villages, in order to complete the task, people in the village gave up all their grain crops. Go up.
In spring and summer, the whole village digs wild vegetables and makes paste.
The so-called Huhu is a paste made by grinding corn cobs, corn stalks, cotton husks, sweet potato seedlings, elm bark, elm leaves, etc. that can be found into powder and cooking them.
That’s it, that’s 60% full.
Yang Xiaotao can’t even imagine what life in rural areas is like.
In the memory of the past life, there will be famine in the next few years. Coupled with the shortcomings of big pot rice, some villages can provide a bowl of water, but some villages cannot.
If the village cadres and cooks eat more, and their children, wives, and parents benefit from it, how much of the rice will be left?
People in the village don’t have enough to eat, so they become bloated and have no energy to work. Even the animals are so thin that they can be knocked down by the wind.
If this happens, who will plant the land? Where does the food come from?
Yang Xiaotao was thinking about the affairs of Yangjiazhuang again, but at this time everyone in the village was busy, no one came up, and he didn't know the specific news.
Time passes day by day while waiting. In July, the weather is still hot and there is no sign of wind, which makes people anxious.
On this day, Yang Xiaotao was resting at home.
When I woke up at noon, the sky became gloomy, and I suddenly felt an urgent excitement in my heart.
“Come on, come on.”
Yesterday’s weather forecast at the factory said there would be strong winds. This is what Yang Xiaotao has been waiting for.
In the yard, Uncle Chen was shaking his cattail leaf fan to enjoy the cool air. Wangcai was lying on the shady ground, chewing bones from nowhere.
A little kid with a watermelon head, wearing crotchless pants, walked crookedly in the yard with his butt swaying, and Jia Zhang's cheers could be heard from time to time.
Next to me, the aunt was smiling with envy in her eyes.
Further away, the third aunt held Yan Jiedi and watched Yan Jiefang leading Yan Jiekuang to play in the mud, the smile on her face did not fall.
In the front yard, Xu Damao walked in gracefully carrying a bag, followed by the third uncle with a smile on his face, and he also had a bag in his hand.
The two walked in tandem, talking and laughing, and there was a certain tacit understanding in their words.
In the middle courtyard, Sha Zhu was washing vegetables in the sink. Next to him, Qin Huairu was washing clothes in half-sleeved clothes. The two of them exchanged words from time to time, and Sha Zhu was washing vegetables even slower.
On the other side, Jia Dongxu wandered in. It seemed that he had drunk a lot of wine.
Yi Zhonghai was holding a glass of water and talking to Liu Haizhong beside him.
The entire courtyard is a peaceful scene.
“Coming.”
In the afternoon, Yang Xiaotao was leaning against the door frame and suddenly felt a chill, and then the sound of wind began to sound.
"Uncle Chen, let's have hot pot tonight."
Yang Xiaotao got up, and Uncle Chen squinted his eyes, "Xiao Tao, the strong wind is coming, why don't you collect the corn quickly?"
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As she said this, Aunt Chen had already walked over, looking at the ripe corn, and was about to come up to help.
"Auntie, it's okay."
Of course Yang Xiaotao won't clean it up. Now he just wants to see if this hybrid corn can withstand it.
Uncle Chen saw that Yang Xiaotao didn't look like he was joking. In addition, the corn was almost ripe. Even if it blew over, it wouldn't hinder the harvest, so he didn't say much.
After a while, the sky darkened and the wind picked up.
The people in the yard returned home and waited for the wind and rain to come.
Yang Xiaotao was sitting at the door, holding an apple in his hand and chewing on it. Wangcai was leaning against him, the soft fur was warm, and Xiaowei was crawling inside.
Click
The red apple is bit open, revealing the white and tender flesh inside, and the full juice flows to the ground.
The dark clouds are gathering more and more, becoming heavier and heavier.
The sky was dim.
Split
There was a flash of lightning in the sky, and it was as dark as night had fallen.
Whoosh
The wind then became violent. Yang Xiaotao looked at the swaying corn with a little 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 were surrounding the hot pot, with various vegetables boiling up and down. The dishes in front of them were filled with special seasonings, and the three of them were eating like this.
My ears are filled with the sound of wind and rain.
“It’s such a waste. It’s raining so hard and I don’t know how to clean it up.”
Yi Zhonghai looked at the blown corn in Yang Xiaotao’s yard through the glass and said with emotion to his aunt. .
“Who says it’s not? There’s no such thing as waste.”
"You will be punished by God if you waste food."
The aunt held the bowl and looked outside with the same dissatisfaction.
"He's just too full. He doesn't know his last name anymore."
Yi Zhonghai stopped looking, closed the doors and windows, and prepared to rest.
"Just watch, sooner or later you will suffer."
In the Jia family, Mrs. Jia Zhang looked at the falling rain. The rain kept splashing at the door, making the house quiet.
I am just a noisy guy, looking at the rain outside the window, I have no intention of going out to play.
Looking at Jia Dongxu and Qin Huairu, they had nothing to do and were just lying on the bed.
“No, we can’t live like this.”
Since the last time I had a bold idea, it has been nourishing in my heart.
More than half a month has passed, and Jia Zhang felt it was time to implement it.
In the backyard, at Liu Haizhong's house, Xu Damao was sitting at the table, and Liu Guangqi led Liu Guangtian to sit opposite. The three of them had a pair of cards in front of them, and they were having a great time playing.
The second aunt was tinkering in the kitchen with the mushrooms 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 home. The two drank some wine, not much, but they felt particularly sleepy in the wind and rain.
When he went home, he turned on the lights in the yard and looked at the corn that was bent down by the wind. Yang Xiaotao just hoped that after the wind and rain tomorrow, it would still stand upright.
Of course, if everything fails, he will not be discouraged.
How do you say that, if you fail, just treat it as meeting your mother.
Don’t be afraid.
He has Xiaowei and still has time.
Lying on the bed, listening to the sound of wind and rain, Yang Xiaotao quickly fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, when I opened my eyes, there was no sound of wind and rain in my ears. The gentle sunshine shone in through the window. Wangcai, who was lying on the ground beside him, was already wandering around the room with his head shaking.
This time, I slept until noon.
Yang Xiaotao sat up with a start. He didn't bother to wash his face and put on his shoes. He ran directly to the door, opened the door, and looked at the corn in the yard.
Hahaha
Hahaha
Yang Xiaotao laughed suddenly, the louder and louder he laughed, the more wild he laughed, and 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 upright corns among the fallen corns.
"Found it, found it!"
Yang Xiaotao said excitedly, not noticing Uncle Chen's confused look.
“Xiao Tao, what are you doing?”
Uncle Chen's voice interrupted Yang Xiaotao's excitement, and then he became a sharer of Yang Xiaotao's joy.
"Uncle Chen, I succeeded, I succeeded."
"This corn has not fallen, it has not fallen. Look, it has not fallen, it is hybrid corn."
"Successful, successful!"
Yang Xiaotao was barefoot and extremely excited. Anyone who has experienced dozens of failures cannot help but feel excited at the moment of success. joy.
Uncle Chen was confused when he heard it, but he gave a general idea.
"You mean, studying corn?"
"Yes. Uncle, look!"
Yang Xiaotao pointed to a ridge of corn that had not fallen down and walked to a He broke off the corn cob in front of him and weighed it in his hand. It was twice as big as the corn in Yangjiacun.
“This corn is not only resistant to wind, but the corn kernels inside are bigger than the current ones!”
It’s not that Uncle Chen has never seen corn before. He has also seen big corns in the crop fields before, but they are not as big as before.
However, Uncle Chen has no feelings about this hybrid corn thing.
I just thought that Yang Xiaotao picked out the big corns and planted them in the yard.
"Isn't it just older? You kid has been in the city for a long time, and there are a lot of things to do in the crop fields."
Yang Xiaotao was speechless after hearing this, and wanted to learn more about Mendel from the old man. Analyze homozygotes and heterozygotes, and what is hybrid vigor.
But considering today's cultural level, the word bastard is a curse.
Besides, genetics is still unpopular, that is, not many people in the country know about it.
It’s all in vain.
Soon, Uncle Chen ignored Yang Xiaotao and took Wangcai out to breathe fresh air.
Yang Xiaotao was left standing in the dirt, feeling the power of the earth.
(End of this chapter)