Great Power Reclamation

Chapter 2798 Young People on the Farm

The young people in Junken City today are no longer of Ye Yuze and his generation. They are basically all university graduates, or even students from the Junken Technical School, who are incomparable to those from universities in other places.

Because what they have learned are relevant professional knowledge, and they work in this industry after graduation. This has nothing to do with academic qualifications. It is equivalent to each company training talents for itself.

Not only do they have a large number of practical courses in school, but in the semester before graduation, they have to intern in various positions.

Let me put it this way, their internship place is not only the military reclamation city, but also they have to rotate to places with branch companies all over the world.

Which company would not like such students? Many large companies from other places not only go to the Military Reclamation University to recruit people, but also go to the Military Reclamation Technical School to recruit people.

But it is really hard to poach this person. Even if you offer him a high salary, can your company compete with Junken City?

Even if they just want to make some quick money here, they have to consider the time wasted. How are your classmates doing in Junken City?
Young people in Junken City also have a necessary skill, which is proficiency in English.

This has nothing to do with worshipping foreign things, but mainly because this language is too widely used, including a large amount of information and literature in English.

As an engineering student, if you can't even understand foreign language materials, how can you work?

The workers on the farm also welcomed these young people because they were so hardworking. After they arrived, they did all kinds of work, so much so that they didn't even know what to do.

Ye Yuze and Yang Geyong named this farm Military Reclamation Farm. There were some problems when they registered it, so they simply called it California Farm.

After all, this name has a strong regional flavor and sounds majestic. Also, it is easily accepted by official figures and has a strong national feel.
In just two years, the output of crops and livestock here reached an astonishing figure. In addition to opening up the market in the United States, large quantities were also exported.

At 5:30 in the morning, the sound of metal tool boxes colliding woke up the morning mist downstairs of dormitory No. 3 on the California Farm.

Chinese girl Zhou Nian'an tiptoed to stuff the drone parts box into the back of the pickup truck, but found that her American colleague Jack, who also got up early, was holding a sandwich and raising his eyebrows at her:
"Annie, are you going to the wheat fields in the east to measure soil moisture today? Count me in!"

This pair is a famous "cross-cultural combination" on the farm.

Zhou Nian'an graduated from the UAV major of the Military Reclamation Technical School. Growing up in a rural area of ​​China, she has a natural affinity for the land.

Jack is a local Californian who came to work on a farm after graduating from high school. He always likes to say "so cool".

At this moment, the two of them were squeezed in a bumpy pickup truck. Zhou Nian'an silently adjusted the GPS position, while Jack sang country folk songs along with the car radio, and the metal skull pendant on the steering wheel swayed to the rhythm.

As the first rays of sunlight broke through the clouds, twenty drones formed a matrix over the wheat fields.

Zhou Nian'an quickly gave instructions in English: "Start multi-spectral scanning and focus on marking areas with abnormal nitrogen content.

"Jack whistled: "The equipment made in China is really amazing! If my dad saw this, he would definitely say it was much cooler than when he was driving a tractor. "

As he spoke, he had already expertly set up a portable weather station and synchronized real-time data to the farm's central control system.

At the same time, in the sterile laboratory of the farm's scientific research building, Chinese student Lin Shen was wearing goggles to observe genetically modified corn seedlings.

As a doctoral student trained at the Military Reclamation University, he always carries two notebooks in the pockets of his white coat - the English one records academic data, and the Chinese one is densely written with experimental insights.

"Lin, look at the expression curve of this gene fragment!"

The blonde and blue-eyed American senior Emily suddenly came over, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement.

“We may have found a new breakthrough in improving drought resistance!”

The way this multinational scientific research partner gets along is truly amazing.

Lin Shen is used to classifying the experimental steps according to the traditional Chinese thinking of "the right time, the right place, and the right people", while Emily is better at proposing hypotheses using the jumping American thinking.

At this moment, on their draft papers, the Chinese word “yin and yang balance” and the English word “breakthrough” complement each other, and the sunflowers outside the window sway gently in the morning light.

During lunch break, the farm cafeteria becomes a stage for cultural exchange.

Hua Xia employees sat together eating the lunch boxes they brought with them; the aroma of braised pork with preserved vegetables mixed with the sound of Chinese conversation.

Not far away, American colleagues were eating hamburgers with relish, bursting into hearty laughter from time to time.

Zhou Nian'an was teaching Jack how to pick up edamame with chopsticks, but Jack suddenly said in broken Chinese:
"An, I want to learn how to make dumplings! I heard that this is the most important food for your New Year?"

As dusk fell, the farm's stargazing point was lit up.

Lin Shen and Emily came with telescopes to debug the equipment. They were responsible for monitoring the impact of nighttime insect migration on crops.

Did you know?" Emily pointed to the Milky Way. "In our Indian legend, every star houses the soul of a warrior. "

Lin Shen pointed the camera at the Orion Nebula: "In China, this is called Shensu. The ancients used it to determine the farming season. The Book of Songs says, 'Prepare and bundle firewood, three stars in the sky'"

The conversation between the two gradually changed from academic discussion to cultural sharing, until the Big Dipper climbed to the zenith.

In the farm maintenance workshop, Chinese mechanic Shen Xinghe was arguing with American technician David over a harvester failure.

Shen Xinghe is accustomed to using systematic thinking to troubleshoot problems, analyzing each system from electrical circuits to hydraulic systems.

David believes in "getting started" and starts disassembling parts with a wrench.

"David, blindly disassembling like this will damage the delicate parts!"

Shen Xinghe shouted in English. "Relax, Lao Shen!"

David smiled and wiped the oil off his face. "Sometimes solving problems is like playing the guitar. You need to improvise!"

In the end, the two combined Chinese and Western maintenance concepts and successfully made the "striking" harvester roar again.

A unique party is being held at the farm club this weekend.

Zhou Nian'an and Jack collaborated to perform a drone light show, with hundreds of drones spelling out the Chinese dragon totem and the American Stars and Stripes in the night sky.

Lin Shen and Emily played the guzheng and violin together, creating a wonderful fusion of the melodies of "Spring River Moonlight Night" and "Canon".

Shen Xinghe and David formed a team to participate in the mechanical assembly competition. While joking with each other in both Chinese and English, they completed the disassembly and assembly of the tractor engine at an astonishing speed.

At the end of the party, Jack suddenly took Zhou Nian'an's hand and said in Chinese amid the cheers of the crowd:
"An, are you willing to teach me how to write calligraphy? Just write the three words 'I like you'."

Lin Shen and Emily stood in the moonlight, looking at the stars reflected in each other's eyes, and their lightly touching fingertips seemed to cross the distance of the Pacific Ocean.

These young people from different countries are composing their own youth music on the land of California Farm with their wisdom and enthusiasm, and are also witnessing the most moving fusion of two cultures.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, but the sounds of machinery could be heard from the farm's experimental fields.

Shen Xinghe, wearing a red safety helmet with the words "Military Reclamation Heavy Industry" printed on it, is debugging a new type of intelligent seed drill with his apprentices.

"Look at this torque sensor,"

He explained in English, with a laser pointer in his hand drawing a data stream on the holographic projection. "The adaptive system developed by Huaxia can automatically adjust the sowing depth according to the looseness and tightness of the soil."

In the crowd, the blond American apprentice Tom suddenly raised his hand:
"Shen, won't this kind of precision equipment short-circuit during the rainy season?"

Shen Xinghe smiled and lifted the protective cover to reveal the waterproof coating: "We use nano-level waterproof material, which is more airtight than your surfboard."

Meanwhile, in the farm's biosafety lab, Emily frowned into a microscope.

The genetically modified cotton in the culture dish showed abnormal changes, and she subconsciously shouted in Chinese:

"Lin Shen, come and look at this!"

Before he could finish his words, Lin Shen rushed in with a pile of documents, the Chinese compass amulet in the pocket of his white coat swaying slightly with his movements.

“Try to analyze it using the Chinese medicine theory of yin and yang balance.”

Lin Shen spread out the document, which was filled with dense annotations in Chinese and English.

"Perhaps by regulating the 'cold and hot' properties of different gene expressions."

While the two were discussing intensely, the California sunshine outside the window was shining through the blinds, casting alternating light and dark shadows on the laboratory table.

During lunch break, the farm cafeteria becomes a wonderful place for cultural collision.

Zhou Nian'an and Jack sat at a long table with two plates of dumplings and burritos in front of them.

“This time I stuffed it with beef and onions.”

Zhou Nian'an taught Jack how to make pleats, "Just like folding a rose."

Jack learned it carefully, but when he was closing the dumplings, he pinched them into a weird shape:

This clearly looks like the saddle of our western cowboys!

The two of them laughed together, attracting the attention of Chinese employees and American colleagues at the neighboring table.

As the sun sets, the farm's cultural exchange center becomes bustling with activity.

Emily was teaching Huaxia employees to tap dance, and the rhythm of her leather boots hitting the wooden floor was brisk and powerful.

Lin Shen practiced Tai Chi with his American friends. The Cloud Hands and Lan Que Wei moves stretched out like poetry in the twilight.

Shen Xinghe fiddled with his newly modified solar-powered speakers, mixing Chinese folk music and country music into unique melodies.

Suddenly, Jack rushed into the square in a modified electric tractor. The red Chinese lanterns and the American flag tied to the front of the tractor fluttered in the wind, causing everyone to laugh.

The lights are still on in the maintenance workshop late at night, and Shen Xinghe and David are working on the problem of intelligent upgrading of the combine harvester.

David stuffed a piece of chocolate into his mouth: "Old Shen, according to your Chinese philosophy, is this machine now 'on fire'?"

Shen Xinghe was amused and pointed at the circuit board and said:

"Indeed, the cooling system is like the sweat glands of the human body. We need to cool it down."

While bickering, the two of them perfectly combined China's micro-control technology with the United States' mechanical aesthetics.

Outside the window, the Milky Way stretches across the sky, as if covering this cross-border cooperation with a brilliant curtain.

At the starry sky observatory on the farm, Lin Shen and Emily's scientific research project made a breakthrough.

They found that there is a surprising correspondence between the migration paths of nocturnal insects and ancient Chinese star maps.

“This is simply a code written by the universe to humans!”

Emily hugged Lin Shen excitedly, her blonde hair brushing against the jade pendant on his chest.

Lin Shen blushed as he opened the Ganshi Star Book and said softly, "Thousands of years ago, our ancestors were looking up at the same starry sky."

As the project progressed, the farm's influence grew day by day, attracting many peers to visit and inspect, including some official delegations.

They were all shocked by the innovative model that combines Chinese and Western elements here.

After visiting the site, officials from the U.S. Department of Agriculture praised it as a "future model for modern agriculture."

What is even more gratifying is that more and more young people from all over the world are applying to join the farm. Faces of different skin colors and languages ​​gather in this field, jointly writing a magnificent chapter of the integration of civilizations.

At the Harvest Festival celebration, Zhou Nian'an and Jack flew a formation of newly decorated drones, spelling out the Chinese and English words "Harmony and Sharing" in the air.

Lin Shen and Emily's scientific research results appeared on the cover of top international journals.

The new agricultural machinery jointly developed by Shen Xinghe and David has obtained patent certification.

When the bonfire was lit, the Chinese dragon dance team and the American cowboy dance complemented each other, and young people from different cultural backgrounds held hands and danced the youth dance of this era on the land of California farms.

They have proved with their wisdom and passion that differences in civilizations are not barriers, but sources of inspiration. The power of cooperation is enough to make the seeds of hope take root and sprout in any soil.

Ye Yuze and Yang Geyong watched all this with joy but confusion. Although they were both farming, the gap between their parents and them, and between them and the young people was so huge.

With the development of the times and technology, the gap will become larger and larger. People who stick to the old rules are destined to be eliminated by this world.

But now, they are regarded as idols by such young people, and they feel ashamed of themselves.

Any one of these young people is better than them, and all they do is to support everything they do.

Ye Yuze hopes that these young lovers in foreign countries can take everyone back to Junken City. As for why? Those who understand will understand.

Yang Geyong's son was already running around, but every time he went out he was accompanied by a group of cats and dogs, just like fighting a wolf.

The younger daughter likes to sit quietly under the eaves. I don’t know what she is thinking about. Normally, at this age, she doesn’t have complete thinking!
I just don’t know if she realized the misfortune of her life too early, as she didn’t like to laugh when she was just over one year old.

Occasionally, when someone makes him laugh angrily, he would just grin symbolically, and be as perfunctory as possible.

Originally, the child already had a name, but Zheng Qian insisted on calling her Xiaohua, perhaps because of her white and chubby face.

So, the child's name was Yang Hua. Although she did not look pretty, she had a pair of big blue eyes that were astonishing and infatuated, making people unforgettable after just one look.

It can be said that Zheng Qian loves this child more than her own daughter. Maybe it was her situation that made this kind-hearted woman sympathize with her.

Ye Yuze finally gave in to Zheng Nannan and stopped taking any measures. However, he didn't know if it was God's will, but Zheng Nannan's stomach still didn't respond.

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