Will the kemonomimi encounter Alien Ranch Story?

Maintaining the combat power of the most powerful fleet in the Great Yan Dynasty is extremely difficult, especially considering that it takes the strength of one person or one place to maintain the military strength that an entire country can sustain.

The problem is that the people in the imperial court seem unaware that these troops are there to protect them, and they keep dragging their feet.

However, this is normal. If the influence of military officials increases, the status of civil officials will naturally decline. Moreover, once the emperor controls the military, it will be difficult for bureaucrats to be happy.

At the Kazdel border, at the immigration checkpoint, a dense crowd had gathered at the border crossing. Even though Kazdel had provided them with temporary tents and food, it was still a drop in the bucket.

"Your inspection is complete, please proceed." The immigration officer handed out a newly issued resident document, pressed a bell, and "Next!" A middle-aged man with the new resident document quickly dragged his wife and children through the inspection gate. Then, another new immigrant applicant with a distressed expression walked to the window.

Can you read?

"Learning to read."

Can you write?

"meeting."

"Okay, fill out this form..." A form was handed out from the window. Given the current situation in Kazdel, there is a need for a large number of new immigrants with knowledge and skills. At the same time, a large number of people are starting to have trouble making a living in Lungmen and Ursus and have no choice but to immigrate to Kazdel.

It wasn't just these two places; Victoria and Rembitox also had a large number of workers bringing their families to look for work. Unfortunately, Kazdel was short of qualified industrial workers, which couldn't be trained in a short time.

However, in order to prevent troublemakers from sneaking in, necessary border checks and entry verification are also essential procedures. It's just that the speed of the crowd gathering is much faster than the speed of the verification process.

Unfortunately, Kazdel's new currency does not participate in international trade, and its self-circulating closed system, coupled with the large amount of physical goods obtained through previous fraudulent activities for exchange purposes, has resulted in a very stable currency value in the domestic consumer market.

As for other benefits, needless to say, the free medical insurance for residents alone is enough to attract a large number of people.

In order to absorb the talent left behind by war and economic crisis in various countries before the world war, the Xia's Medical Group launched this medical insurance, which is automatically obtained by all citizens of Kazdel and subsidized by the new government of Kazdel.

The insurance only covers one thing: Oripathy. The oral anti-Originium agglutination agents and blockers that are taken daily are provided free of charge after the subsidy. The cost of surgery and medication for severe Oripathy treatment, where these commonly used drugs are ineffective, is reduced by about 40%.

In addition, you can purchase other affordable medical insurance services, which can reduce costs by up to 70%.

In other words, this has narrowed the gap between infected people and ordinary people once again, and the rejection of infected people has become more lenient.

This is also to urge some infected people to seek medical treatment as soon as possible. Due to some characteristics and habits of Terra, most infected people are reluctant to seek medical treatment and will hide their condition until they can no longer delay.

Part of it is a social problem, and part of it is an economic problem; both of these problems need to be addressed gradually.

However, at least in Kazdel, there is finally a glimmer of hope for resolving the conflict between the infected and ordinary people.

The most direct change brought about by the influx of a large number of skilled workers is that Lao Xia no longer has to spend all his time in the fields; he can finally do something productive.

He mentors students, and it's unbelievable that his two graduate students only saw what their advisor looked like a year and a half after enrolling.

"Hey, you two are the new junior students, right..." The old man with wrinkles on his face patted the two dumbfounded young guys on the shoulder and asked kindly, "What kind of project are you learning?"

"Ecological transformation and maintenance of barren and desertified areas..."

"Not bad, not bad, how far have you learned? I'm learning planetary climatology and gas phase quantum physics. From now on, we'll be fellow students."

"This..." It feels really strange to be patted on the shoulder by an old professor I rarely see in the academy and told that we are now fellow students. Does this mean that when I meet my former dorm brothers or new students in the school, I can't call them juniors, but grand-disciples? It seems like my seniority has inexplicably increased a lot.

"Come here, you two, what's going on here?!" Before a few pleasantries could be exchanged, the instructor's voice could be heard, sounding like they had messed up.

"What's with this nitrogen content? Are you here to improve desertification or to accelerate it?"

"Isn't this great?" The nitrogen fixation parameters look very good, the nitrogen content of the forage is very high, and the herders all say it's good.

"I'm asking you, what is the local nitrogen density and the average daily replenishment flow rate? And what is the growth cycle of these pastures? Do you think they match up?"

"Oh, this..." Is there really a need to consider this issue?

"But the soil test results are fine..."

"Turn over the soil, dig down to three meters!" Old Xia rolled his eyes, too lazy to continue. These people probably really didn't have the experience or habit of treating a planet or a sufficiently large open area as a closed laboratory for coordination.

The data in this table looks great, but the nitrogen balance is completely unbalanced. The amount of nitrogen fixed in the air does not match the actual nitrogen content in pasture and the amount of nitrogen retained in the soil.

If it's a little worse, it's understandable; it might be related to other nitrifying bacteria. But yours is way too bad—where did all that extra nitrogen come from?

"I told you to pay attention to the root system of the forage grass, and to focus on cultivating varieties with well-developed root systems to stabilize the soil and sand, not to make pumps that extract nutrients from the lower soil to the top!"

Fortunately, it was discovered early. Otherwise, if it had grown so well this season, the next season, a simple tilling of the soil would have brought up the bottom layer of dried-out crops, and the ranch would have suffered a complete crop failure.

Even worse, this cycle of robbing Peter to pay Paul results in the soil's fertility being further depleted. What was once an oasis on the edge of the desert a few years ago will turn into a desert in a few years. Unless Lao Xia orders an ammonia ice meteorite to fall, even a god can't save it.

"Next season, we'll switch to other crops and increase the amount of nitrogen fertilizer and carbon fertilizer. Also, I'll mix the fungicide and insecticide for you later. You're all such a smart bunch!"

Farmers would be thrilled to hear that roots can absorb nutrients from depths of three meters. If this were in a hydroponic or aeroponic lab, such a dense and well-developed root network and absorption rate would truly earn me praise. But you're here to modify the environment, not to engage in destructive development.

"What is the rate and depth of fertilizer infiltration? At what depth and concentration do roots achieve maximum absorption efficiency? What happens when topsoil becomes eutrophic? And..."

"They're even worse than the junior sister, how did these two get in?"

"Stop whispering, you lot. Come here and see what you've done. You haven't made any basic mistakes, but you've made every single major one. You've done the textbook exercises, but can't you put a little more effort into the assignments I gave you?"

Obviously, no one could escape, but the fundamental difference in ability was still there, after all, these old men had successfully completed the homework assignments in the textbook.

When they succeeded, they were as happy as children. After all, many past doubts and conjectures were resolved, and as researchers, they were naturally overjoyed.

But the teacher's thoughts are quite subtle. No, even if you follow the textbook step by step and do it well, and get a slightly higher score than the textbook's standard, is that something to be happy about?

"The photosynthetic efficiency of long-leaved forage grass is not up to standard. We'll switch to sparse planting, like rice, first raising seedlings indoors and then transplanting them. That's too labor-intensive! You know it's too labor-intensive! Why didn't you think of that when you were doing it?"

"Your photosynthesis... was it done in a lab? It looks obvious. Go ask your senior who studies meteorology about the diurnal variation of clouds in southern Kazdel and the threshold for fluctuations in sunshine hours. Then tell me that these things will only live for a few days if planted in the wild."

"The idea of ​​making grass grow fat and animal protein is not bad, and it's done quite well. Send it to the aeroponics project team, and you should go too. This kind of thing can't grow in the wild."

Unless you learn from those two useless creatures and give it a six-meter-long root system, you can't accumulate that many nutrients in one growing season. As for processing uses, go look for bean sprouts; I bet her crab project team could use them..."

"Next... what you did was very good, extremely good. Whether it's the spore division efficiency, the nutrient conversion efficiency, the self-reproduction rate, or various life-related values, they are all quite balanced and excellent, especially this characteristic that most fungicide residues cannot solve..."

Old Xia held the test tube in his hand with a complicated expression. This former student's work wasn't bad; he was the only one among the group to produce something decent, but…

"You remember saying this is an edible fungus, right? Have you ever eaten it?"

"I've eaten..."

"How does it taste?"

"It's alright, a bit like white fungus. The efficiency of nutrient absorption and metabolism is also good. I wouldn't say it's nourishing, but it can fill you up."

"What about its culture medium?"

“Here, the growth environment and requirements are perfectly met, and I have successfully enabled the fungus to produce proteins, unsaturated fatty acids and various nutrients needed by animals.”

"Very good. Can you tell me about this culture medium? If I remove the name and certain descriptive words, what would you think of just by looking at these values?"

"what?"

"Hey you, the guy who had problems with the pharmaceutical sales pitch before, come over here and take a look at this. What is it?"

"This looks familiar. Let me take another look. It's too strange."

"Let me put it bluntly, the internal environment of most organisms is pretty much like this, especially humans!"

"Yes! Some of the indicators are a bit strange; I didn't even notice them at first glance. What's going on?"

"It's nothing. Your junior brother made a kind of man-eating fungus. Of course, a fungus that can be eaten by humans. It has a deep understanding of the mysteries of biological cycles. I am so glad that his laboratory is a negative pressure laboratory. I specially approved the highest level of protection for all laboratories involved in genetics and bioengineering, and also vaccinated everyone with the Star Alliance's universal nano-antibiotic vaccine."

"Mentor, please stop talking—" she seemed about to cover her face and run away.

"I suggest you consider reporting to Rhodes Island's biological weapons department later. They might appreciate your work, provided you develop the special antibacterial agent for me first."

"Alright, you can go and modify the nitrifying bacteria next. See if you can create a bacterial flora that can directly metabolize gunpowder without needing to manually filter Originium particles..."

"And you, where's the progress on the new version of the Oripathy patch?"

"Animal experiments haven't been conducted yet..."

"So slow. I remember when I first did this, it only took me a week to get to the animal testing stage."

"The main problem is that we spent too much time screening for suitable compounds, since we didn't have that much inventory data to look up..."

"That's true. I have high hopes for your project, and it's not particularly difficult..."

Old Xia can access historical data in his memory at any time. The vast amount of information and characteristics of compounds in the Tree of Life system and other systems can save him the trouble of trying them one by one.

Most importantly, he himself is not infected with Oripathy, so he can use himself as a benchmark to find the root cause and create the blocker, which is relatively simpler for the Terran natives.

Chapter Five is titled "Reflecting on Life in the Cat Cart".

chapter Five

"I see!" Old Xia slumped against the table, looking exasperated. "I thought you were sending intern technicians and teachers. Turns out, they think they're researchers here to pioneer new paths..."

There is a fundamental difference between the two. The former does not require innovation or a deeper understanding of the underlying principles and details, but rather to copy what Lao Xia has learned and make use of it.

"Isn't this a good thing? We can't always rely on your knowledge, can we? A civilization should have its own creativity, instead of just copying the footsteps of its predecessors." The professor was a little puzzled. Wasn't this a good thing?

This shows that some of the scholars of Terra were not satisfied with simply mastering the rigid knowledge in textbooks, but tried to make it their own, and even create new fields that belonged to the people of Terra.

"Very good, but it's not something their generation should be doing. It's not that I look down on them. However, the fact is that, in my opinion, most of Terra's current scholars have wasted the most precious twenty years of their lives exploring some of the most basic areas, which would have been very important if given enough time."

Old Xia carefully considered his words, "What they need now is not this kind of exploration, but to make up for the twenty years of learning they missed in the past, and then use the rest of their time to pass on this knowledge to the next generation of young people."

"To put it bluntly, it may be a pity and a cruel thing to say, but their age is no longer suitable for them to be front-line researchers."

It's as if a group of ancient mathematicians came to the modern era, spent half their lives on the transition from real numbers to imaginary numbers, and then spent more than ten years on how to expand calculus.

Even without a bunch of modern textbooks, their efforts are not in vain. Just like a baby's first steps, their stumbling and slow movements cannot erase the fact that this is an essential step in the progress of civilization.

However, if they had access to a set of modern textbooks, their courage and will to explore the unknown would certainly be admirable.

But the most precious thirty years of their lives have been completely wasted; what they spent half their lives seeking is now just a few pages of content in a textbook.

At this point, what is most needed is not to build upon this foundation and continue to explore new frontiers, because I am already too old.

By the time they reach the last page of the textbook, they have almost completely lost the ability to think and create.

At this point, they could only choose to act as transitional figures, quickly dividing the work to master this truth and teaching material from the future, and passing this knowledge on to the next generation instead of repeating attempts at every detail with the skepticism of researchers.

That is for the next generation of young people. They will no longer waste time on the path they have already traversed. Instead, they will build upon that foundation, learn what is in the textbook, and then go back to organize and apply the old knowledge, generate new questions, and pass on these questions and doubts to the next generation.

In other words, Lao Xia believes that Terran needs at least two generations of scholars as paving the way before the third generation can accumulate the necessary experience to explore and research new fields. Otherwise, the work of his current students is no different from amateur scientists.

A spirit of skepticism is an essential quality for researchers, but compared to the knowledge system that Lao Xia possesses, they are far from meeting this basic requirement and yet they start to doubt everything, even if it means going to the ends of the earth. This is not good.

“I see…” The Doctor frowned. “But your requirements are too difficult. Those who meet your minimum standards for inheritors must be top-tier scholars from Terra. Isn’t it a waste to use them as one-time teachers?”

"And then what?" Old Xia asked rhetorically. "And then what? At their pace, they did master it thoroughly. They made every mistake a beginner should make, and they also made mistakes they shouldn't have made. They also tested the boundaries of this knowledge at a huge cost and with a lot of time. And then what? Before they finished learning what they were supposed to learn, or even before they had a chance to pass it on to the next generation, they died."

"Then, the next generation of scholars continued the same process, and the Terrans remained trapped within the 'junior and senior high school knowledge' I taught, at most a year's junior high."

"Boundaries are for the next generation to explore, and new territories are for the generation after that to develop. What they need to do is the same as what you and I need to do: ensure that there are next generations!"