Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 292: With My Son’s Point, a National Problem Is Solved!
Beijing Agricultural College, Laboratory No. 3.
Lin Wan Yi put on a brand new white lab coat, and her long hair was tied loosely behind her head with a cloth strip.
At her feet was a small "play area" enclosed by wooden boards.
Gu An and Gu Ning were sitting inside, curiously observing this intriguing world filled with various bottles and jars.
"Comrade Wanyi, it’s a bit of a hardship for you."
Dean Li rubbed his hands, looking at the two delicately carved little children, his face full of both affection and apology.
"When the experiments are busy, I’m afraid you won’t have time for the kids."
"It’s not a hardship." Lin Wan Yi shook her head, taking out a milk bottle filled with spiritual spring water diluted a thousand times.
She walked to a row of wheat seedling samples, where the latest improved strain of "Spring Breeze No. 7" was located.
With her back to everyone, she pretended to inspect the labels on the samples.
Her fingers moved slightly, and a crystal-clear droplet of water silently fell into the soil of sample No. 9.
After doing all this, she straightened up and, holding the milk bottle, walked towards her children.
"I can take good care of them."
The old professors in the laboratory quickly grew fond of these two infants who never cried or fussed.
Especially Professor Wang, who practically treated Gu An as his own grandchild.
"An An, look!"
Professor Wang carefully took out a precision analytical balance imported from Germany from the cabinet.
"This is a treasure of our institute! It can weigh the weight of a single hair!"
He placed a small leaf on the pan, and the needle of the balance indeed showed a minuscule shift.
Gu An reached out his chubby little hand, not to touch the balance but to point at an inconspicuous knob on the balance’s base, making a "ya-ya" sound.
"Oh? An An is interested in this?"
Professor Wang smiled, instinctively glancing at the knob.
It was for leveling calibration. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
As soon as he looked, the smile on his face froze.
The scale on the knob had shifted slightly, nearly imperceptible from the value he recorded yesterday.
"My heavens..."
Professor Wang adjusted his glasses and quickly took out tools to recalibrate it.
He looked at Gu An as if he were looking at a little genius.
How did this child notice?
A few days later.
Dean Li and Professor Wang were conducting a routine check of the experimental data.
"Sample No. 1, growth height increased by 2.1 millimeters."
"Sample No. 3, increased by 2.3 millimeters."
"...Everything is normal."
When they reached sample No. 9, both of them stopped.
That wheat seedling was entirely different from the others.
Its stem was thicker, and its leaves seemed carved from the finest jade, glistening green, full of vibrant life.
"This... this is impossible!"
Professor Wang took out calipers, his hands trembling.
He measured it three times.
"Li... Old Li... The growth height... increased by... 8.5 millimeters!"
This number was more than three times that of the other samples!
It completely defied the basic laws of plant growth!
Dean Li rushed over and grabbed the calipers.
He measured it himself, then stared blankly at the wheat seedling and then at Lin Wan Yi, who was not far away feeding her children porridge.
"Lucky star..."
He murmured to himself.
"Comrade Wanyi is truly the lucky star of our agricultural sector!"
A week later.
The new issue of Renminhua Magazine was published.
The column "A Person’s ’Battlefield’" was renamed to "Hope of the Land."
The first issue’s image was no longer of military uniforms and patches.
Instead, it was of a simple laboratory, where a female researcher wearing thick glasses was watching the emergence of a tiny bit of new green in a petri dish with endless hope.
Behind her was a mountain of books and calculation papers.
Her face showed exhaustion, but her persistence in hope was almost leaping off the page.
At the editorial office.
Sun Ping’s office phone had once again become a hotline.
"Hello? Chief Editor Sun? This is the Chinese Academy of Sciences!"
A steady male voice came from the other end of the line.
"Your cover this issue has spread like wildfire in our institute! What’s depicted isn’t just a picture, it’s our very soul!"
Before Sun Ping could respond, another editor rushed in.
"Chief Editor! The Ministry of Water Resources is on the phone!"
"Chief Editor! The Geological Research Institute is calling!"
"They’re all asking if we can print more copies of the magazine to be used as internal learning material distributed to every researcher!"
Sun Ping held the phone, listening to the excited voice coming through, and felt like his heart was about to leap out.
Lin Wan Yi’s pen, what is it if not a paintbrush?
It’s clearly a torch!
It lit up the military wives, and now, it’s lighting up the entire intellectual community!
That afternoon.
The 9-B experimental team was conducting final data collection on the miraculous No. 9 wheat seedlings.
"Report! The chlorophyll content exceeds the control group by two hundred percent!"
"Report! Root system development exceeds by three hundred percent!"
"Report! Preliminary resistance tests... perfect! Completely immune to common wilt pathogens!"
One astonishing piece of data after another was reported by the young researchers.
The entire laboratory was plunged into a frenzy of delight.
"We did it!"
Dean Li slammed his leg, his eyes red with excitement.
"We succeeded!"
Just then.
The laboratory door was pushed open with a "bang" from the outside.
An elderly man, dressed in a Zhongshan suit with meticulously combed hair and a stern face, walked in surrounded by a group of people.
The cheers in the laboratory came to an abrupt halt.
The happiness on Dean Li’s face instantly froze.
"Vice Minister Qian... how come you’re here?"
The visitor was Vice Minister Qian in charge of research at the Ministry of Agriculture, notorious for being strict, conservative, and unapproachable.
Vice Minister Qian ignored Dean Li, sweeping his gaze across the laboratory.
When he saw Gu An and Gu Ning playing in the corner, his brows immediately furrowed.
"Absurd!"
His voice was soft, yet as cold as ice.
"What is a laboratory? Is it a marketplace? Bringing children here!"
He turned to Dean Li, and chastised him bluntly.
"Dean Li, is this your Beijing University’s research attitude? I don’t think you want to hold your position anymore!"
Dean Li’s face turned red from being scolded, not daring to refute a single word.
Vice Minister Qian’s secretary handed over a report.
"Vice Minister Qian, this is the preliminary data of sample No. 9."
Vice Minister Qian took the report and, after a brief glance, slammed it onto the experiment table with a loud "thud".
"Ridiculous! Ludicrous!"
He pointed at the numbers on the report, questioning Dean Li.
"Chlorophyll content doubled? Root system thrice as developed? Dean Li, are you writing a fantasy novel?"
"In order to secure research funding, you dare to fake such data! Where is your academic integrity?"
"I..." Dean Li was sweating profusely, "Vice Minister Qian, this data is absolutely accurate! We saw it with our own eyes!"
"Saw it with your own eyes?" Vice Minister Qian sneered, "Then I’ll personally see how you’ve fabricated this!"
He put on white gloves, picked up a magnifying glass, and strode toward the much-anticipated No. 9 wheat seedling.
He wanted to examine it personally, to find evidence of growth hormones or other chemical agents applied to it.
The entire laboratory was terrifyingly quiet.
Everyone held their breath, watching Vice Minister Qian.
Vice Minister Qian bent down, almost placing the magnifying glass against the wheat seedling’s leaves.
He examined it extremely closely, not missing any detail.
Just then.
The ever-silent Gu An, cradled by Professor Wang, also curiously looked on.
He suddenly stretched out his chubby little finger, pointing to a very hidden spot near the soil at the plant’s root.
In a sweet, clear voice, he uttered two distinctly crisp words.
"Bug..."
"Eating..."
Vice Minister Qian’s body suddenly stiffened.
After pausing for a moment, he instinctively moved the magnifying glass in the direction of the child’s finger.
At the connection of the seedling’s lush green roots to the soil, he saw it.
A tiny black bug, smaller than a sesame seed and shimmering with a strange metallic glow, clinging there.
Its mouthparts were trying to pierce the seedling’s stem.
But the No. 9 seedling’s outer skin was extraordinarily tough, and the bug’s mouthparts couldn’t pierce it!
Vice Minister Qian’s mind buzzed.
He recalled the emergency reports received by the Ministry of Agriculture half a month ago from seven provinces across the country.
An unknown small pest, silently nibbling away at the root systems of wheat seedlings, causing widespread stunted growth!
All of the experts were at a loss!
Yet this one...
He glanced again at the lush, completely unaffected No. 9 seedling.
Then, slowly, with extreme stiffness, he turned to look at the child who continued to babble, pointing at the little bug.
The hand holding the magnifying glass began to tremble violently.
