In the following days, the Uyghur girl walked a little awkwardly. When the female doctor saw it, she couldn't help but stare at Chen Mu with her eyes. Chen Mu could only smile.

Mr. Cheng, who had disappeared for a few days, returned from Muqi City and took his daughter-in-law back to the capital.

Whether it is the old man or Zhang Ning, they are both public officials and their positions are quite important, so they can't take a long vacation. This time it is said that it is considered a special treatment.

Cheng Zijun and his wife were reluctant to part with each other at the airport. Zhang Ning agreed to come back until the end of the year. At that time, Cheng Zijun's big villa should be built. She would bring the children with her and celebrate the New Year with Cheng Zijun in Bahe.

Mr. Cheng and Chen Mu were unwilling to pay attention to the infatuated man and resentful woman, and the two walked aside to talk.

Mr. Cheng always felt that Chen Mu's situation was great. As long as he worked so hard, another old-fashioned person might appear at any time. So he specifically instructed Chen Mu a few more words: "Work hard, you are doing well now, and many people's eyes have fallen on you. You may not realize it yet. However, when encountering problems or difficulties, don't give up easily. You can go to the public leaders and discuss to solve it. Even if the public can't help, it can at least provide you with policy support."

To put it bluntly, it means that the public has thick thighs, so you have to hug them tightly...

Chen Mu understood what Mr. Cheng meant and kept doing this, so after hearing this, he nodded immediately to show that he knew.

Mr. Cheng and Zhang Ning have been away for a few days, and the new season of rice will be planted and planted again.

Because of the experience of the last season, Chen Mu and the others have become much more calm this time. Everyone has arranged their work in an orderly manner. Although the fields are three times more, the time is free.

Most of the work can be left to machines, and the farmers hired on the farm can handle things well. Chen Mu, Uyghur girls, and researchers at Muya Research Institute do not have to keep an eye on the whole process, and things have suddenly become much simpler.

While the new season of rice is being planted, Qujicidan from Tibet once again came to Muya Forest Farm.

This was the first time Chen Mu saw this Tibetan. When the Tibetans came, they were received by female doctors and Uyghur girls. He was not present at the time, so he did not meet until then.

"Comrade Qu Jicidan, hello, I am Chen Mu, the general manager of Muya Forestry."

Chen Mu introduced himself, using standard Tibetan language.

Because of climbing the Jogli Peak, he spent more than two months with the Tibetan tour guide and learned some Tibetan language. At this time, he could show off.

Qu Jicidan was really happy when he heard the local accent from Chen Mu's mouth. He grinned and showed the row of yellow teeth. He smiled, and then he also murmured a bunch of Tibetan language.

This time, Chen Mu caught him blindly.

He only knows such a few limited words. Once he talks with him seriously, he will show his timidity on the spot.

Qu Jicidan knew Chen Mu and knew that Chen Mu had been to Qiaogeli Peak to climb mountains, and the tour guide company he used was established by Tibetans, so he thought Chen Mu knew some Tibetan language.

Unexpectedly, this person was just a flowery air. When he saw Chen Mu's embarrassing look, he felt embarrassed. He smiled awkwardly and took the initiative to switch back to Xiayu Channel: "Hello, Comrade Chen Mu, thank you for your company's support for our work. I received the well-cultivated sand-fried locust trees that are suitable for us to plant. The leaders of our Tibetan Environmental Protection Association were very happy and asked me to come over immediately and buy your seedlings back."

Chen Mu nodded: "Comrade Qu Jicidan, don't be polite. We actually have always wanted to cultivate the seedlings at this time, otherwise we will have to wait until next year to plant them."

Now it is just September, and the weather is not too cold. Qujicidan just transported the seedlings of the sand-born sophora to plant.

Otherwise, after October, the weather will get colder. If the seedlings do not take root in the soil, they will easily die, which means they are white.

After a few greetings between the two sides, Chen Mu and the Uyghur girl led the Tibetans to the seedling field to see the sand-growing locusts they had cultivated.

"Comrade Qu Jicidan, you see, this is the sand-growing locust that we have cultivated.

This batch is about 500,000, and although the number is not large, you can take it back and try it first. If the effect is good, we will continue to order it next year.

Although the seedlings are still very small and the characteristics of the plant are not obvious, you can get closer and take a closer look. There are many root and stem nodes of our sand-grown sophora, which is conducive to the resurrection and regeneration of sand-grown sophora, which should be able to adapt to the growth environment there..."

While accompanying Tibet to visit the sand-growing locust seedlings for friends, Chen Mu introduced them to the benefits of sand-growing locust. In short, it is a solid product promotion.

After listening to Chen Mu's story, the Tibetan friends were very satisfied and felt that Mu Ya's sand-born locust may really help them with the problem of desertification here.

Of course, no matter how satisfied you are, everything will be cheap and beautiful, so Qu Jicidan began to ask about the price: "Mr. Chen, I wonder how you sell raw locustard? How much does it cost?"

Chen Mu directly stretched out his finger: "If you want all these 500,000 plants, each one will cost."

"piece?"

Before Qu Jicidan could speak, another Tibetan next to him couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Chen Mu glanced at the man and remembered that Qu Jicidan had just introduced him. He seemed to be a buyer of their Tibet Environmental Protection Association, and his name seemed to be Dang Nacairen.

He ignored the man and continued, "Yes, it's just one dollar per plant. If you can't get the amount of these 500,000 plants, then the price of these sand-red locust trees will be one yuan per plant."

When the Dang Nacairen heard this, he couldn't help it again: "Mr. Chen, are your seedlings a bit expensive? If you buy more than 3,000 sand-bred locust trees, it only costs 300,000 yuan, and you only need a piece of it, and you still need a quantity of 500,000 yuan. This... this is really expensive."

"Our Sand Sophora is the price."

Chen Mu spread his hands, showing a helpless look, and then he explained to Qu Ji Cidan sincerely: "Comrade Qu Ji Cidan, our sand-bred locust is a special seedling cultivated with our most cash cultivation technology. He is already applying for a patent and will probably be able to apply for a patent successfully in the National Patent Office soon.

We have spent a lot of effort on this sandy locust, so I can tell you that it is worth the price.
Chapter completed!