Naturally, the first one to use it was his own home. After helping his neighbors harvest a lot of wheat, Zhou Yan’s own wheat was “ready.”
There was no shortage of labor in the first place, so when Zhou Yan's family was harvesting, they did not notify their neighbors. They quietly went out at around six in the morning and were busy until around eight o'clock. More than two acres of land had been cleared.
"Husband, how much is left?"
"That's a lot..." Zhou Yan explained patiently, "Rural areas generally use wheat-growing land to continue growing corn. Our family consumes a lot of corn, so we naturally grow more wheat..."
Thirty acres and two hectares in the northeast may not be eye-catching, but in the mountainous Xiadong, it is already considered a "landlord" level.
After breakfast, the harvest continues.
I was busy until about four o'clock in the afternoon. The wheat harvest was basically completed, and the most troublesome thing next was drying.
The house where my parents live now, Zhou Yan's new house, and the old house all have freshly recovered wheat in the yard.
For dinner, Dad went to the town to buy beef and mutton and had barbecue.
"This was done a few years ago. With more than ten acres of land and six people, it would take more than ten days to finish harvesting." With the skewers in his mouth, Mr. Zhou's eyes were not idle and he stared straight at it.
The weather forecast is currently playing at 7:30.
"That's really..."
"There are still manual harvesting and manual transportation in the village..." Qin Fangyuan sighed slightly and looked back at Zhou Yan, "Mr. Zhou, your agricultural machinery industry has a long way to go..."
"It's going to be very soon..." Zhou Yan said confidently, "Look at how many of these young people now work at home and farm. In a few years, middle-aged and elderly people will become old people, and mechanization will be a matter of course..."
"It shouldn't have rained in the past two days..." After reading the weather forecast, Dad's brows widened, he picked up the beer mug and took a sip of beer. "At this temperature, in three or four days, wheat will be gone."
Dried..."
"That means you can rest for a while?"
"Wrong!" Zhou Yan shook his head and stared at the expectant Qin Ruoshu with a smile, "Now is the time when conflicts are concentrated. We are worried that rain will affect the wheat harvest, but if it doesn't rain, it will affect the upcoming corn planting.
Therefore, the best solution is to cultivate the land, irrigate it, and then plant corn..."
"Of course," Zhou Yan changed the topic, "Qin Ruoshu, you can go back to work..."
"Okay," said Zhou Ma, who couldn't stand it any longer. "There is some bread wheat in this batch of wheat we just collected. After it is dried, I will wash some of it. Let's bake bread!"
"This is okay..." Qin Ruoshu's eyes lit up, and she turned around to look at Zhou Yan as if to demonstrate, "This is the normal operation after a good harvest..."
"Dad," Zhou Yan turned around aggrievedly and looked at his father, "Do you need to go plowing tomorrow?"
"Wait a minute, who just made a phone call and will go harvest wheat tomorrow..."
The day after harvesting the wheat, Zhou Yan and his father went out to "help" others - harvest wheat.
The person being "helped" was Zhou Yan's distant cousin. During the wheat harvest season, the whole family, old and young, came together to fight.
In the spare time, my cousin taught his son, who is still in elementary school, a lesson: "If you don't study hard, after you graduate from junior high school, just come down and farm!"
Zhou Yan, the "eldest nephew", glanced at Zhou Yan, who was wearing a baseball cap upside down: "My uncle has already been admitted to graduate school, and he is still not allowed to come back to farm?"
"Can it be the same? If you don't study hard, you won't even be able to drive a tractor..."
Zhou Yan only thought it was a joke.
However, after hearing his eldest nephew talk about graduate school, Zhou Yan felt that he had to work harder for this "staged achievement paper".
More than an acre of wheat was harvested in less than two hours. After helping his cousin transport it home and unloading the truck, Zhou Yan and his father were both left behind and "received a treat."
In the evening, after returning home, Zhou Yan went into the virtual space to study the variable cycle turbofan engine.
After years of accumulation, the equipment in space has "evolved" to the point where it is almost like reality. Although the various instruments and meters used for experiments are a bit silly, big and dark, their accuracy is not bad at all.
Zhou Yan began to build a model framework based on the information he learned in his previous life and the dungeon world.
Then, we kept experimenting and perfecting the model until we installed the real thing on the fighter jet and successfully tested it.
Then, Zhou Yan started to collect the data and sorted the data into two copies, one for submitting the paper and one for the research and development of Qingyan Technology.
The thesis naturally only contains the most basic flow field and the basic framework of the temperature field; however, even so, it is enough for a postgraduate thesis.
After leaving space, Zhou Yan was also very diligent. He simulated it with Xinghan's "Dinghaizhu" supercomputer, exported the charts and data, and summarized it into a paper.
Of course, before submitting the paper to his tutor, Zhou Yan sent the paper to Xu Chongsheng: "Old Xu, take it to the aviation laboratory, verify it, and send back the feedback data..."
"I said……"
Zhou Yan could imagine the stunned look on the other side.
"Mr. Zhou, have we reached the top now?"
"Where is this? This is my graduation thesis. I will put further research results into the company's server later. You organize the staff and prepare for public relations..."
There is a ready-made theoretical basis, and the experiment speed is very fast, not to mention that Qingyan Aviation’s laboratory also has expensive experimental equipment.
After getting the experimental feedback data, Zhou Yan wrote another paper and handed it to his instructor, copying it to Xu Chongsheng.
After Xu Chongsheng got the paper, he went directly to the laboratory: "Mr. Zhou's paper will soon enter the publication stage. Anyone who is interested in this project can sign up..."
Many graduate students present raised their hands.
"According to the company's rules, you all have the right to sign the paper summarizing the experimental results. You can decide whether to sign the name of an individual or a team..."
After Xu Chongsheng left, the new employee who had just joined the company after the year quietly came to the side of the old employee: "Brother, I don't know what our experimental research is, it's so foggy..."
"The team leader didn't say anything," the old employee returned with a smile, "but it should be something related to the variable working condition turbofan..."
As he said this, this "senior brother" picked up the paper, glanced at it, and was immediately confused...
"What's wrong?" "Junior" was a little puzzled.
"Junior brother, you have taken advantage of me!" "Junior brother" smiled bitterly and shook his head, "If we go back and sort out the experimental data, we can produce a few high-quality papers..."
"Isn't this too ridiculous?" The junior student was dumbfounded.
"Everyone, stop for a moment..." The leader of the experimental team clapped his hands, "Mr. Zhou, I suggest that we collectively sign this paper, and then everyone can freely combine and organize the various sets of data obtained from this experiment into a paper.
You can sign by yourself at that time. Of course, there is one more thing. I want to remind you to quickly organize the paper. Mr. Zhou should have something more mature..."
"Why do you see it?" The junior student was a little puzzled.
The senior brother tapped his junior brother on the head: "Didn't you see that the theoretical calculation data is very different from the experimental data? The model has been perfected to the extreme, and I am afraid it will soon enter the application stage..."
