With the turmoil caused by Liang Gong's parentage coming to an end, the team of Class 18, Grade 1, has returned to its former calm.
Coincidentally, at this time, the department manager of staple crops also followed the grade director and appeared in front of everyone.
The head of the department is a man who looks very scholarly. He is wearing a white coat and a pair of decorative glasses on his face (Kagawa: It’s 32022, and myopia has long been extinct). The only thing that makes Kagawa feel
What's a bit surprising is that he actually wears a straw hat on his head.
Fourth Escort It’s autumn, so you won’t be too exposed to the sun to the point of wearing a hat, right? Kagawa raised his head and glanced at the sky. The sun was quite bright, but there were also a lot of clouds, so it couldn’t be considered a sun exposure.
"Good morning to all freshmen in high school. I am Wu Hongchang, the manager of the staple food crop department. Next, I will lead you to the rice fields to see the entire process of rice harvesting."
As soon as the department manager's words came out, the students in each class instantly cheered. Everyone looked at the rice fields behind them with eager eyes, eager to try, like five or six-year-old children staring at a brand new Ultraman toy.
As for what? Kagawa, who was standing behind the crowd and biting the straw of his kettle, complained in his mind. He couldn't remember how stupid he was when he just got off the transport ship and was held up by two members to prevent him from rushing into the rice field.
"Manager Wu! I take the liberty to ask, what should we do with our luggage?"
A student from the next class who looked like a class leader asked.
Manager Wu didn't mind the students' abrupt questions and answered with a smile: "The transport ship will arrange to transport your luggage to the dormitory in the residential area. The room number of each student will be sent to the head teacher of each class before lunch.
All the head teachers can just confirm it."
After confirming the whereabouts of their luggage, everyone no longer had any worries and all looked at Manager Wu with bright eyes.
Fortunately, Manager Wu is not a person who likes to whet his appetite, so he led everyone to ride on the floating platform.
This was the first time for Xiangchuan to ride on such a high-tech product. She looked at the platform of about one square meter flying to her feet, feeling a little uneasy, but Ouyang Yating and Ainuo obviously didn't want to wait for their president to come up with something else.
The moth immediately repeated the same trick, holding Xiangchuan's arms on the left and right, and directly lifted Xiangchuan up.
During this period, even if Kagawa made a fuss and tried to regain the dignity of the president that had dissipated, he was defeated by Ryokyou's "Haha" who stood still.
Kagawa felt like he was exhausted and hit the cotton with all his strength, and his whole body was burned up.
According to the common sense of buses in the 21st century, about eight to nine people can stand on one square meter, so it is obviously more than enough for four people to stand on one square meter of floating platform.
After standing firm, Xiangchuan discovered that the platform was not shaking as he imagined. On the contrary, it was very stable. His noise just now did not affect the movement and lifting of the floating platform.
There is an invisible barrier about one meter high on the floating platform to prevent people on the platform from slipping and falling. Xiangchuan touched it curiously, feeling like he was touching the crystal mud, a decompression artifact that became popular not long after he became a social animal.
, when a colleague bought one, she was lucky enough to touch it a few times.
After everyone stood on the platform, Director Wu started the teaching mode and led everyone's platform to the edge of the rice field.
It was not without reason that Manager Wu asked everyone to ride on the floating platform.
The average height of mature rice is more than one meter, not to mention the rice that was later improved and bred through many times, and can even be as high as two meters during the harvest period.
If the students went down to the fields like this and trampled on the soil, they would probably not be able to reach the ears of rice above their heads even if they stood on tiptoe.
Xiangchuan gently stroked the plump ears of rice in front of her. The mature rice was tightly wrapped in chaff. If Manager Wu hadn't reminded her in advance that there were surveillance cameras around and students were strictly prohibited from picking the mature ears of rice without authorization, she would have really wanted to
Gather a few rice plants to demonstrate threshing, drying and shelling, and then cook yourself fragrant white rice.
It would be even better if there were braised pork or chicken drumsticks with mushrooms. Xiangchuan lovingly stroked the golden ears of rice in front of her, and the fragrant wood-fired rice with crispy rice was lingering in her mind, which made her swallow hard.
Several mouthfuls of saliva.
In order to prevent himself from starving in advance, Xiangchuan turned his attention to the fields at his feet.
Modern rice fields are not as turbid as they were in the 21st century. On the contrary, they are so clear that you can even see the rice straw under the water.
The prevention and control of harmful organisms and bacteria on all production escorts is top-notch, so there are no leeches or snails to be seen, and of course, there are no grass fish.
Xiangchuan looked at the naturally fallen ears of rice floating on the water, and said sadly: "What a pity for the ears of rice. If we raise fish, we can make the grass fish eat plump. I wonder how delicious it will be this season."
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Tears almost flowed from Xiangchuan's mouth when he thought of the fish he caught in his hometown's fields when he was a child and was cooked by his mother and turned into fragrant fried fish.
At this time, the person next to him asked: "Hehuayu? What is that?"
Xiangchuan answered directly without thinking:
"It's a small fish that's raised in rice fields. It has fewer spines and more meat. It's great for frying or stewing. Ah, it makes me hungry... Huh?"
She turned her head suddenly and saw Manager Wu, who was at the front of the team, riding on his platform to the platform where the four members of the Tongue Club were sitting. Manager Wu was staring at her with bright eyes.
This look in Kagawa's eyes looked familiar. It was exactly the same as the way the head of the fishery department of the production escort ship who often came to their house for dinner looked at her after sucking the maw of steamed fish in his mouth.
Are all the people in your agricultural department like this? Xiangchuan looked at his members for help.
Ouyang Yating and Ainuo shook their heads: There is nothing we can do for you, President, please do your best.
As the person caught in the middle, Liang Gong turned his back and pretended not to see Kagawa's eyes. There was no other way, his mother also hoped to find some new animal husbandry-related solutions from Kagawa, and to escort the production.
All departments on the ship are prospering and suffering. If he stops Director Wu now, when he reunites with his mother for dinner that night, he will taste the delicacy most commonly eaten by children in ancient times - fried pork with bamboo shoots.
"This classmate, are you the rumored classmate Kagawa?" Director Wu looked at her with bright eyes. His original elegant temperament was gone. Now he looked a bit like a mad scientist. "Let's talk about you.
Is it the fish raised in rice fields just mentioned? What species is it? What precautions should be taken? What do you usually eat? How long does it take to grow..."
Faced with Supervisor Wu's machine gun-like questions, Xiangchuan felt suffocated.
She really wanted to shout: Every time, my parents just throw the fry down and forget about it! How do I know how to raise them! I only know how to eat them!