Chapter 1813

Can Yanran and the three of them not be excited?

Whether they can graduate with a master's and doctoral degree in one go depends on this!

The three of them came from ordinary families and had great luck, so they mistakenly chose their mentor when Professor Song came back to the school to give a few lectures.

Once they were chosen, it was incredible; how many people in the school were sour and said sour words.

And for Professor Song—he turned around in the experimental field several times, and every time he could see these three working hard.

Since he had to choose, of course, he had to choose the ones he liked among the thousands.

(The most important thing is that he opened up graduate quotas with his status, and many students didn't dare to apply, only these three silly ones)

In short, just say whether people are hardworking and obedient!

He is old now, so he is suitable for such students with full physical strength.

For silly students, teachers always have two points of pity. For example, Qi Lin, who lacks money the most; if he didn't have the heart to support him, he wouldn't be able to enter the laboratory as soon as he graduated, and he wouldn't be able to get a high salary of several thousand.

That's right, compared to cheap college students, he gave this salary indeed very high.

If there are new agricultural achievements later, such as pharmaceutical preparations that need to be named after the Agricultural Research Institute, he estimates it's reliable, and with a little guidance, this kid might also be able to take root in someone else's group...

As for the other two who don't lack money, accumulating two years of work experience in the countryside, and reporting to a similar project group when they come back...

In short, it's hard for a master not to love his silly apprentices.

Now, the students were flushed with excitement on the phone, repeatedly emphasizing the great promise of this fifth-generation stolon, and Professor Song listened seriously, not perfunctory to them at all:

"Fine, I'll prepare to set off tomorrow."

Those who engage in agriculture have always been people of action. After a year, Professor Song got off the high-speed rail again.

The high-speed rail station is still that high-speed rail station, and the car is still that broken... no, the car was changed this year.

Song Tan drove Lu Chuan's car to pick him up, and Professor Song looked at it and was happy: "Why is it still a Beijing license plate? We have become rich from farming!"

"Not yet!"

Song Tan also laughed happily: "I found a rich boyfriend, it's his car."

It was just a joke, but Professor Song was suddenly nervous: "Then how is the farm arranged in the future?"

After a pause, he said: "Getting married and starting a career, regardless of gender, are always big things. I don't force much in this regard. But people, what is hardest to possess in a lifetime is talent, finding talent, and using talent."

"Tantan, you are indeed a good hand at farming, even science can't explain it, so, no matter what situation you encounter, don't waste it."

As for this car...

His eyes swept lightly into the car; at this moment, he didn't look like a dark and simple old farmer, but instead had a kind of power:

"This car is nothing strange, your talent and importance in agriculture are worth thousands or hundreds of such cars."

"Not to mention, can't you earn it yourself? Capable girls, spend money if you have it. Save some for emergencies, don't save it all."

Song Tan understood the meaning, but these words were usually said more by Teacher Tang, she didn't expect Professor Song to be like this too.

No wonder the two could become a family.

She immediately smiled and responded:

"I understand, don't worry—why don't I see Teacher Tang coming with you?"

Professor Song also smiled:

"She is also nagging at home! She will come in a while."

Both coming out together is too conspicuous, and someone has to be arranged to accompany them here.

Professor Song just strolled around by himself first, quiet.

Song Tan started the car: "Your two rooms are still kept, Aunt Lianhua went to clean and wash them yesterday, it's just that there is no sun, and the bed sheets and such were all dried in the washing machine."

She added: "Qiaoqiao opens his mouth and it's what Teacher Tang taught, what Teacher Tang said... The child has changed a lot now, and understands many principles, practicing calligraphy, painting, playing chess every day... Teacher Tang really put in effort."

Speaking of this, Professor Song was also happy.

"Then don't worry, she will definitely come in a while, and she often nags about Qiaoqiao at home."

She has to nag.

Teacher Tang has been so exquisite all her life, the children are not worth mentioning, now it's the granddaughter's turn—don't children nowadays all popularize some host, golden microphone classes?

She also attended.

That guy has a loud voice! She came back and started giving instructions clearly.

Everyone at home has to listen to her command, she doesn't get angry if they don't listen, she just repeats it with a loud voice over and over again, tirelessly.

Teacher Tang was originally writing, painting, arranging flowers, brewing tea, watching movies, and reading books... The granddaughter stayed at home for a few days, and she didn't even post a circle of friends with technical content.

Damn it!

She didn't last a few days before she started planning to go out to avoid the heat.

When Professor Song set off, she wasn't at home either, just thinking about where to choose for the next location.

As for helping to bring the child?

Each generation has its own mission, everyone has to bring their own children. She brought them, now it's her son's turn.

As for the fact that her own mother came to help back then, Teacher Tang decided not to talk about it.

In short, regarding bringing the child, Professor Song and Song Tan could also chat back and forth. It's just that after chatting for a while, he looked at the drizzling rain outside again and frowned:

"I see the soil in the flower pool on the roadside is waterlogged, how long has it been raining? Are the corn planted on the slope on the mountain still okay?"

The reason he didn't ask about the equally tall sugarcane and sorghum is that sugarcane is only afraid of rain in the seedling stage, but it likes rain very much in the growth stage, and more rain can reduce the probability of silver-ring snakes growing.

And sorghum is much more water-tolerant, and can live in waterlogged low-lying land for ten days or so.

By comparison, the top-heavy corn is the most worthy of attention.

And Song Tan sighed helplessly: "Basically, it was harvested and made into silage. There is still one mu of land in the low-lying terrain, if it can grow well, we can still break off two corn cobs to taste."

Since ancient times, the weather and rain are hard to determine; as the most professional agricultural person, Professor Song is also helpless:

"Next time we plant, we still have to consider the factors of drought and rain, and plan the farming area well."

Song Tan said: "This is not a problem of poor planning, it's really that we want to plant this and that at home, and all the land that can be utilized has been utilized."

Yanran and the three of them really tried their best.

"But this corn wasn't planted in vain, silage is nutritious, and this year's pigs, cattle, and sheep can eat their fill again."

That's true.

Professor Song nodded, preparing to ask about the situation of the fruit trees on the mountain—without enough sunshine, it's hard for the fruit to reach perfection in appearance.

As for strawberries?

The students have already said everything that should be said about strawberries, and the rest will be observed after he sees it on the spot.

And then he heard Song Tan ask:

"Professor Song, we are stewing beef ribs today, do you want to eat?"

?? Qingming season rain is drizzling, my Qingming festival caught up with two 29° big sunny days. Very good, the vegetable seedlings planted after checking the weather forecast all died of sun exposure.

? Go farming, one harvest and no sound.