The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

Just do what you want. As the most unreliable Dean in history, Jiang qianxia is very unruly and rings the giant bell that is only used to inform major events.

I have to say that it's good to spend enough money. From such a close distance, ring the bronze bell that can ring through the whole college. The two people standing on the observation platform only arrived at the broad and dignified sound of the bell. The whole person seemed to shake with it, but there was no particularly uncomfortable feeling.

Since the opening of Shihui Museum, the central clock has been ringing for the first time. Whether walking on the road, in the library, or even teachers and students in class, they can't help but stop their work, come out along the distant bell, and slowly gather in the central square below the clock tower.

Jiang qianxia and Guli were so conspicuous that they were naturally discovered early in the morning. Everyone who had arrived was waiting for her to announce something big. As a result, she was stunned that she could look up at so many people and pull out the loudspeaker installed on the clock tower until they were almost together.

"Cough, tell everyone to come out and ring the bell. Naturally, there is something important to announce."

He made a soothing opening remark. Jiang qianxia simply turned over and sat on the railing of the observation platform under the protection of Guli. Her feet were suspended in the air, and her skirt swayed in the wind. The people watching below were frightened for fear that she might fall off and die on the spot.

Without the slightest feeling that he had a bad head, Jiang qianxia found a comfortable posture and twisted it, so he got serious.

"In addition to freshmen, you've been here for a year. I've seen your hard work and efforts. You followed me to the two lakes for disaster relief. It's hard for you to relax for so long? You've made some things all day, but you can't see what effect your efforts really play. Are you flustered?"

Two questions were thrown out. A group of old students who thought they were "quite qualified" shook their heads with the admiration and admiration of the new students.

Looking down clearly, Jiang qianxia almost laughed.

Hard to press the smile, Jiang qianxia also nodded and sighed, "build a car behind closed doors. Although it can close the rut, it is said on the basis that we already know that the car is useful, usable and able to use. We are now buried in research. In case of a fork in the Road, it is a real pity to waste money and time."

"So, I want to give you a general direction of research. Around this direction and goal, you can see what you learn and what you can do for our common goal."

"Dean, what goal!"

Jiang qianxia said excitedly, "yes! I like your attitude of being willing to meet challenges!"

No matter whether other students are joining the fun or simply asking, Jiang qianxia said enthusiastically: "our goal is to increase the grain output of Daqian at least two or three times, so that we can feed more people and have more manpower to develop the countless treasures buried in our country!"

"With the goal of increasing grain production and expanding the population base, think about what you have learned and what efforts you should make!"

Seeing that many people were dazed by this huge target, Jiang qianxia quickly added: "I'll give you a few examples first, which can be regarded as throwing bricks and attracting jade!"

"In order to increase grain yield, those in the farming class who beat and breed naturally need to speed up the pace, focus on disease and insect resistance and increasing grain yield, and strive to improve seeds."

"It seems that the students of the math class can't help? Wrong, very wrong! I suggest you make statistics of various data, such as removing the granary land such as the two lakes. In other backward places, how much food they usually produce each year, how much food they need to feed more people, and how much more food they need. After conversion, the two lakes will produce more Less food is enough? "

"The natural damage, transportation damage, pigs and sheep feeding involved here, how much food per capita in different regions can eat a year, and so on. So many things are waiting for you to calculate..."

"Besides the geological class, you know the mountains and rivers best, so I'll ask you why grain production is scarce in some places? Is there any way to increase production by changing the terrain or farming methods?"

"Or some places are not suitable for planting traditional rice. Can they specially grow the new grain being bred in our experimental field? Will planting new grain cause damage to the local environment?"

"There's also the medical class. People don't live on a full meal. Do you know how many women die from dystocia every year? Let the math class count the number. Everyone should listen to it as a horror story. Maybe they can wake up at night."

Holding his arm and staring at the half old man sun Changsheng, Jiang qianxia sneered: "I know the doctor has no experience in delivering women, but you should know that you are a doctor. You can't just leave it alone because what you need is a woman and a woman in an untidy state!"

"Even if you can't deliver a woman in person due to etiquette, you have to bring out some gifted female students. You need to know how many ways women have dystocia, how to give first aid, or how to avoid dystocia as much as possible when pregnant?"

"I've read your recent research reports. One by one, I went to drill into those difficult and miscellaneous diseases. It's not that it's bad to study difficult and miscellaneous diseases. It's just that you don't improve the treatment methods for the diseases that people are most likely to encounter. You're all buried in working hard for the unlucky few people. The rest of the public offended you?"

"To learn medicine, you should be calm. Don't always think that the less difficult is the high-end. If any of you can get some special drugs for cold, fever and stomach, I'll set up a Changsheng card for you!"

After complaining about the size of the medical class, Jiang qianxia moved his hand to the art students who had watched the excitement for a long time.

"You who recite poems, draw and compose music every day are almost detached from the secular world and away from the world of mortals. Why don't you become a monk?"

His fingers were pointing hard in the void. Jiang qianxia, like a black hearted boss urging employees to make plans, said fiercely: "it's difficult to open up the situation at the beginning when we take out new things in our college, you know?"

"When you write lyrics and music, you can't think about how to write some great poems to publicize the new grain. Don't some places look down on girls? They strangle and drown when they are born. You can vigorously advocate raising girls! You have to let them change this bad habit, or where to match more singles with their daughter-in-law in the future!"

"Also, get more praises for Da Qian's works of our majesty. Let's put up the banner of justice. Whoever stands opposite us in the future, we'll put the big hat of conspiracy on their heads! I'll see who dares to pull us back!"

Honest teachers and students with a little conscience stared at Jiang qianxia dancing with a kind of pointed eyes, but most of the students in the art class burst out an amazing light from the depths of their eyes.

They seem to have found a way to use their works to lead to the hearts of the people