C46 â Free Labor
Under Sunâs fatherâs strong endorsement, Zhao Yuegu finally relented and brought out the watermelon. There wasnât much left at home. Old Mr. Hu initially seemed indifferent to the black-skinned watermelon. It was pricier than the regular kind, but he didnât expect anything extraordinary. Yet, once he tasted it, his eyes sparkled with delight.
âEh!â
âHow can it taste this good?â
Old Mr. Hu savored it meticulously, even hesitating to discard the seeds he spat out. âThis watermelon is unusual; Iâve never encountered this variety before. The flavor is exceptional. I need to test a piece of this.â
After declaring his intent, Old Mr. Hu handed a slice to a student. The professor, well into his fifties, began collecting samples to analyze later.
Old Mr. Maâs eyes also shone after trying it. âThis watermelon is certainly impressive.â His advanced age often diminished his appetite, a common issue among the elderly. But this watermelon was irresistible. It was so delicious that he couldnât stop eating. It whetted his appetite, and before long, the large watermelon was devoured in no time by the small group.
âIs there any left?â Old Mr. Ma asked, wiping his mouth, still craving more.
Zhao Yuegu looked visibly distressed. What to do? They were eating him out of house and home. Sunâs father, however, was quite considerate. âDonât worry, Iâll pay for it. Just take what you need.â
Zhao Yuegu shook his head; money wasnât the issue. The problem was the dwindling supply. He needed to keep some for himself. âThis is the last one,â he said nonchalantly, bringing out a smaller one.
âThe two elders ate with gusto. Meanwhile, Sunâs father, a watermelon enthusiast himself, showed remarkable restraint, clearly aiming to make a good impression.
As Old Mr. Hu enjoyed his share, he inquired, âThis watermelon variety is truly unique. Do you have seeds?â âYou can plant the seeds directly,â he was told. âMake sure to save some. Next year, letâs plant two acres in the experimental field.â
Zhao Yuegu shook his head.
âGrowing watermelons can be quite complex.â
âNo problem. Iâll request funding from the schoolâfive million yuan should suffice, right?â
Zhao Yueguâs mouth twitched involuntarily.
Educators back then really had deep pockets!
It wasnât until after some casual conversation that Zhao Yuegu came to a realization.
The University of Everbreach, ranking among the nationâs top three agricultural universities, wasnât just flush with cash.
They had an abundance of land, too!
âExperimental fields were scattered throughout the country, primarily focused on improving crop varieties. And every year, the nation poured substantial funds into these efforts.
In a food-centric empire, the cultivation of the land was a matter of national importance.
âAgriculture was ingrained in their DNA.
Otherwise, why would they be the first to explore the possibility of growing crops in lunar soil upon its return to Earth?
To the rest of the world, this research was unparalleled domestically.
Naturally, with the University of Everbreachâs endorsement, Zhao Yueguâs future farming endeavors were bound to be much easier.
Following a hearty meal and drinks, Zhao Yuegu and Old Mr. Hu became fast friends, despite their age difference.
But that two-century-old wine proved to be quite potent.
Upon waking, Zhao Yuegu couldnât recall what he had said to Old Mr. Hu.
Which explained the eager look Old Mr. Hu gave him the next morning.
After piecing together his fragmented memories, Zhao Yuegu turned to Ma Yabei for answers.
ââWhy is Old Mr. Hu looking at me like that?â
Ma Yabei covered her mouth, laughing.
âYou had a bit too much to drink yesterday and ended up discussing farming with Old Mr. Hu.â
âI couldnât grasp all the terminology, but Old Mr. Hu was impressed with your insights on agriculture, saying they were even sharper than those of professors whoâve dedicated years to the field.â
âHe was so taken aback that he nearly knelt down to call you âteacherââ¦â
At this point, Ma Yabei took a sharp breath.
âHow did you come by such extensive agricultural knowledge? You seem to surpass even the dedicated agricultural professors.â
Zhao Yuegu took a big gulp of water, finally starting to feel a bit more clear-headed.
âJust from farming,â he replied nonchalantly.
As for the cosmic-level knowledge bestowed upon him by the system, he had no idea how to even begin explaining that.
Especially since many of those concepts were unattainable on Earth.
In the vastness of space, experiments could be conducted that were not possible on Earth.
âHumans have always excelled at domesticating plants, and Zhao Yuegu was no exception. His ability to tame flora far outpaced the seasoned professors in their labs, who relied heavily on sophisticated equipment to conduct their experiments. Zhao Yuegu, on the other hand, could intuitively understand plants with just a glance, thanks to the wealth of experience stored in his mind.
Ma Yabei, of course, wasnât convinced by Zhao Yueguâs offhand remarks. âIf youâre not going to explain, forget it. Iâm off to see my grandfather,â she said dismissively.
ââSure,â Zhao Yuegu replied, glancing at the sun. It was nearing seven or eight oâclock. He couldnât recall the last time he had slept in so late. The potency of two-century-old wine was not to be underestimated.
Old Mr. Huâs presence, however, felt a bit intrusive as he shadowed Zhao Yuegu, who still had farming chores to attend to. âOld Mr. Hu, if thereâs something on your mind, feel free to speak up,â Zhao Yuegu said.
âItâs nothing. Iâm just reminded that the younger generation will always surpass the old,â Old Mr. Hu replied with a hint of nostalgia.
âYouâre still vigorous and active on the front lines, Old Mr. Hu. I have much to learn from you,â Zhao Yuegu offered respectfully.
âItâs I who should be learning from you. Besides, Iâve been considering settling down in this village, if thatâs alright,â Old Mr. Hu inquired tentatively, then quickly added, âDonât worry, Iâll find a place to stay. There are vacant houses here that I can fix up and move into. And if you need help in the fields, count me in. Iâm quite handy with farm work.â
Zhao Yuegu turned his attention to the two students following Old Mr. Hu. Both were well into their fifties, their honest faces and weathered skin making them look more like seasoned farmers than academics. It would surprise many to learn that they were renowned agricultural professors back home, where a Ph.D. in agriculture was a prerequisite to work alongside Old Mr. Hu.
Watching them handle the vegetable seeds, Zhao Yuegu noted their professionalism. âWhen I press the seeds for oil, some is inevitably lost, but their technique is flawless, yielding a higher extraction rate than mine,â he mused. âThe expertise of an agricultural Ph.D. is truly remarkable,â he thought, with a mix of admiration and a touch of playful critique.
They were a bit slow at the task, sure.
But free labor is too good an opportunity to pass up.
And now Iâm starting to see how the University of Everbreach rakes in the cash.
They own the land, and the students donât cost a dime. They work the fields without wages and call it âhands-on learningââ¦
Plusâ¦
Those students are still forking over tuition.
Zhao Yuegu suddenly realized just how tough it is for agriculture students.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Theyâre breaking their backs with this grueling work, and theyâre actually paying for the privilegeâ¦
Itâs got me thinking about starting my own agricultural university.
Itâs a surefire moneymaker!
The land is there for the taking.
With these thoughts, Zhao Yuegu inevitably turned his attention to Old Mr. Hu.
âOld Mr. Hu, take a look â my Walden village has over 800 acres of landâ¦â
Old Mr. Hu cut him off with a gesture.
âNo need to go on, I get the picture.â
âJust let me know when youâre ready to start planting.â
âIâll send some students from the university for fieldwork, but weâll need a clear road first, and theyâll need meals provided.â
âThat settles it.â
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