tkworld Chapter 432 The Laboratory in the Mud: Human Force Resists the Genetic Barrier
Chapter 432 The Laboratory in the Mud: Human Force Resists the Genetic Barrier
The next day, just as dawn was breaking.
The village roads of Jiangjia Village were completely blocked by various vehicles.
Yuan Ping and his two equally thin old buddies were politely invited by Jiang Chen into a brand-new Toyota Coaster.
The car drove all the way to that vast, seemingly endless farm.
When the three professors got out of the car and saw the land in front of them, which had been treated by the [All-Area Terrain Transformation Card], and was black, shiny, and as smooth as a mirror, they were all stunned.
Yuan Ping grabbed a handful of soil, smelled it under his nose, and a fanatical light flashed in his cloudy old eyes.
"So tacky! So tacky!"
"This...this is top-grade humus black soil, a rare find even once every few centuries!"
Jiang Chen didn't explain the origin of the soil, but simply pointed to the hundred acres of open land that had been set aside next to it.
"Professor Yuan, this land will be your exclusive experimental field from now on."
"Just tell me what you want."
Jiang Chen didn't mention any system or black technology.
He knew in his heart that this time, he would use the most foolish, solid, and unreasonable method to tear a hole in Chu Tiankuo's net woven with money and patents.
Looking at the vast experimental field before him, Yuan Ping's characteristic madness, typical of top agronomists, fully kicked in.
His gaze swept across the land, like a general about to go into battle surveying his battlefield.
He issued the first order in a deep voice.
"Boss Jiang, we're pressed for time and have a heavy workload."
"There is only one way to cultivate native species that can resist foreign gene blockade in the shortest amount of time."
Yuan Ping extended a finger covered in dirt, his voice resolute.
"Hybridization! Massive, primitive artificial pollination and selection!"
"Foreign seed companies rely on gene editing technology. What they can do in a day, we might need a year using traditional methods."
"Therefore, we can only rely on sheer numbers, using the most rudimentary methods to try and fail! To exhaust all possibilities! To tough it out!"
Jiang Chen had been waiting for these words.
"How many people do you need?"
Yuan Ping made an estimate.
"At least... at least a thousand meticulous and efficient people are needed, working day and night for a month!"
"good!"
Without saying a word, Jiang Chen picked up the walkie-talkie and connected it directly to the village committee's loudspeaker.
He spoke into the microphone, broadcasting a message that reverberated throughout the town.
"Hiring! Hiring!"
"Jiang Group Agricultural Laboratory is urgently hiring!"
"All women from the vicinity of Qingshui Town who are quick-witted and meticulous, regardless of age, must assemble at the 10,000-mu farm immediately!"
Jiang Chen's voice, transmitted through a loudspeaker, resounded throughout every corner of the surrounding area, carrying a strong and assertive tone.
"There's only one requirement! Follow orders! Don't be afraid of hardship!"
"There's only one kind of benefit!"
Jiang Chen emphasized his words, shouting each one clearly.
"One day's wages! Eight hundred yuan! Cash payment!"
"Meat is served at every meal, lunch and dinner! All you can eat!"
The broadcast was like a thunderclap, exploding in the peaceful countryside.
In an instant, the entire town of Qingshui, as well as several surrounding villages, went completely mad.
"What? Eight hundred a day?"
"Working in the fields earns more than a white-collar worker in the city sitting in an office?"
"They even provide two meals of meat rice? Let's go! Hurry up!"
Under the reward, there must be a brave man.
In just half a day.
A dense crowd surged from all directions toward the 10,000-mu farm in Jiangjia Village.
Thousands of rural women, wearing colorful straw hats and old clothes that don't mind getting dirty, carrying tweezers for sewing clothes and small brushes for making shoe soles, marched into the 100-acre experimental field in a grand procession.
The scene was so spectacular it sent chills down your spine.
Under the scorching sun, on the boundless black earth, thousands of figures bent over, densely packed between the ridges of the fields, like a swarm of the most diligent worker bees.
Under the on-site guidance of Yuan Ping and two other elderly professors, who were shouting themselves hoarse, they carefully held tweezers and gently removed pollen from the stamen of one corn plant. Then, with a small brush, they gently brushed it onto the pistil of another corn plant.
Even Hu Lahua, that fierce woman who would never blink an eye while slaughtering pigs, was now kneeling on the muddy ground, her delicate fingers raised, holding a rapeseed flower smaller than a fingernail, her forehead covered in sweat from nervousness, not daring to breathe.
"Go easy! All of you, go easy on me!"
"This thing is more precious than your own men's manhood!"
As she worked, she shouted at the people around her in a low voice, using her loud voice.
For the next month, time seemed to be distorted by Jiang Chen's money.
During the day, the sun beats down relentlessly.
At night, hundreds of high-brightness solar-powered searchlights illuminate the entire experimental field as bright as day.
Dozens of high-powered industrial fans were lined up and blasted into the fields, simulating monsoons of different directions and intensities.
More than a dozen sprinkler trucks are on standby 24 hours a day, adjusting the humidity in the air and the moisture content of the soil as needed, according to Yuan Ping's requirements.
Yuan Ping and his two old buddies have completely gone mad.
They didn't sleep for days and nights, drinking strong tea when they were tired and eating two steamed buns when they were hungry.
With bloodshot eyes, he held a magnifying glass, examining each plant one by one on the ground, muttering to himself as he recorded various data in his notebook.
Jiang Shitou felt sorry for them, so he specially caught the fattest old hen from the back mountain and cooked ginseng chicken soup for them every day in different ways, turning the life-saving medicine into a life-extending elixir.
. . .
This bizarre scene of "primitive steelmaking" naturally did not escape the eyes of the heavens.
A thousand miles away, in the capital city.
Inside the Chu family's "Pangu Biological Laboratory," a top-tier research center with bright windows, clean rooms, and constant temperature and humidity.
Several senior researchers, dressed in spotless white lab coats and holding freshly ground coffee, were gathered around a huge display screen.
On the screen, high-definition images of the Jiangjiacun experimental field are being transmitted in real time via military-grade satellite.
"Hahaha, that's hilarious!"
A young PhD student wearing gold-rimmed glasses pointed at the densely packed crowd on the screen, which looked like ants moving house, and laughed so hard he almost fell over.
"Are these farmers crazy?"
"What are they doing? Artificial pollination? Using brushes?"
Another female researcher covered her mouth and let out a silvery laugh, her eyes revealing contempt and a sense of superiority.
"My God, are they still stuck in Darwin's pea experiments?"
"You think you can use this primitive human strength to fight against the genetic science barriers we've built at a cost of tens of billions?"
The doctor with the gold-rimmed glasses took a sip of coffee, shook his head, and looked at a group of hopeless idiots.
"Don't even mention a month."
"Even if you give them a hundred years, they still won't be able to produce a single usable seed."
"Just wait and see. Once they've burned through all their money and exhausted their people, they'll eventually have to come back obediently and beg us to sell them seeds."