Chapter 2798 Young people on the farm

Nowadays, the young people in the Military Reclamation City are not Ye Yuze and his generation. They are basically college graduates, and even students from the Military Reclamation Technical School are all unmatched by those universities in other places.

Because they all learn the right professional knowledge, they are engaged in this industry after graduation, and this has nothing to do with their academic qualifications, which is equivalent to the talents trained by various companies.

Not only did they have a lot of practical courses when they were in school, they also had to go to various positions for internships in the semester when they graduated.

Let’s put it this way, the place where they intern is not only the Military Reclamation City, but also the place where they have branches all over the world.

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

But this person is really hard to dig. Even if you are promising a high salary, can your company compare with the Military Reclamation City?

Even if they want to come to you to make a quick money, they have to consider the time they have been delayed. What has the students developed in the Military Reclamation City?

Young people in Military Reclamation City also have one necessary skill, which is to master English proficiency.

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

If an engineering student can’t even understand foreign language materials, how can you still work?

The workers in the farm also welcomed these young people because they were so diligent and did everything they saw when they came, so they didn’t know what they were doing.

The name Ye Yuze and Yang Geyong gave this farm was Junken Farm. When they registered, they had some trouble, so they simply called it California Farm.

After all, this name is highly regional and generous, and it is also easy to be accepted by those official people. How can it be more ethnic?

In two years, the crops and livestock production here have reached an astonishing number. In addition to opening up the market in the United States, it also exports a large number of exports.

At 5:30 in the morning, the sound of metal toolbox collisions awakened the morning mist under the Dormitory No. 3 on the California Farm.

Chinese girl Zhou Nian'an tiptoed to stuff the drone part box into the pickup truck, but found that Jack, an American colleague who was also getting up early, was raising his eyebrows at her with a sandwich in his mouth:

"Annie, today I'm going to go to the wheat field in the east to measure the soil moisture? I'm the only one!"

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

Zhou Nian'an graduated from the drone major at the Military Reclamation Technical School. She grew up in rural China and has a natural sense of intimacy with the land.

Jack is a local young man in California. After graduating from high school, he worked on a farm and always likes to talk about "coolness".

At this moment, the two of them were squeezing on the bumpy pickup truck. Zhou Nianan silently adjusted the GPS positioning, while Jack hummed a country folk song along with the on-board radio station. The metal skeleton ornaments on the steering wheel swayed to the rhythm.

When the first ray of sunlight pierces the clouds, twenty drones form a matrix over the wheat fields.

Zhou Nian'an quickly issued an instruction in English: "Open multispectral 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 that it was much more handsome than he used to drive a tractor."

While speaking, he had skillfully set up a portable weather station to synchronize real-time data to the farm central control system.

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

As a doctoral student trained by Military Reclamation University, he always holds two notepads in his white coat - English records academic data, while Chinese texts are densely filled with experimental insights.

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

Emily, the blonde and blue-eyed American senior, suddenly came over, and an excited light flashed in her blue pupils.

“We may have found a new breakthrough to improve drought resistance!”

The way this couple gets along with each other is wonderful.

Lin Shen is accustomed to classifying experimental steps according to the traditional Chinese thinking of "time, place, and people", while Emily is better at making hypotheses with jumping American thinking.

At this moment, on the draft paper of the two, the Chinese "Yang Balance" and the English "breakthrough" are complemented by each other, and the sunflowers outside the window are swaying gently in the morning light.

During lunch break, the farm canteen became a stage for cultural integration.

Chinese employees sat together and ate their own bento, and the aroma of plum vegetables and pork mixed with Chinese conversation.

Not far away, American colleagues were eating hamburgers with great pleasure, bursting out cheerful laughter from time to time.

Zhou Nian'an taught Jack how to pick up edamames with chopsticks, but he suddenly saw Jack say in bad Chinese:

"An, I want to learn to make dumplings! I heard that this is the most important food for you during the Chinese New Year?"

When dusk fell, the starry sky observations on the farm lit up.

Lin Shen and Emily came to debug the equipment with telescopes, who were responsible for monitoring the impact of night insect migration on crops.”

You know?” Emily pointed to the Galaxy, “In our Indian legend, every star lives with the soul of a warrior.”

Lin Shen pointed the camera at the Orion Nebula: "In China, this is called Betelgeuse. The ancients used it to determine the farming season. The Book of Songs wrote, "Prepare for firewood, three stars are in the sky."

The conversation between the two gradually changed from academic discussion to cultural sharing until the Big Dipper climbed to the middle of the sky.

In the farm maintenance workshop, Chinese mechanic Shen Xinghe and American technician David argued endlessly about the failure of a harvester.

Shen Xinghe is accustomed to using system thinking to check problems and analyze them one by one from circuit to hydraulic system.

David believed in "just get started" and started to disassemble parts with a wrench.

"David, this blind disassembly will damage precision parts!"

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

David smiled and wiped the oil from his face, "Sometimes, solving problems is like playing guitar, and it requires a little improvisation!"

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

At the weekend's farm club, a unique party is being held.

Zhou Nianan and Jack collaborated on a drone light show, and hundreds of drones spelled out the Chinese dragon totem and the American star-stripe flag in the night sky.

Lin Shen and Emily play the guzheng and violin together, and the melody of "Spring River Moon Night" and "Cannon" are wonderfully fusion.

Shen Xinghe and David formed a team to participate in the mechanical assembly competition. While teasing each other in 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 everyone:

"An, would you teach me how to write calligraphy in brushes? Just write the three words "Like you".

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

These young people from different countries wrote their youthful music with wisdom and enthusiasm on the land of California farms, and also witnessed the most moving fusion of the two cultures.

Before the morning mist had dissipated, mechanical sounds were heard in the experimental fields of the farm.

Shen Xinghe was wearing a red safety helmet with the words "Military Reclamation Heavy Industry" printed on it and was taking his apprentices to debug the new smart seeder.

"Look at this torque sensor,"

He explained in English, and the laser pen in his hand drew out the data stream on the holographic projection.

"The adaptive system developed by Huaxia can automatically adjust the seeding depth according to soil tightness."

In the crowd, the blonde American apprentice Tom suddenly raised his hand:

"Shen, won't this precision equipment be short-circuited during the rainy season?"

Shen Xinghe smiled and lifted the protective cover to reveal the waterproof coating: "We use nano-level waterproof materials, which are better sealing than your surfboard."

Meanwhile, in the farm's biosafety laboratory, Emily frowned at the microscope.

The genetically modified cotton in the Petri dish had abnormal lesions, and she subconsciously shouted in Chinese:

"Lin Shen, come and see this!"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Shen rushed in with a stack of documents in his hand. The Chinese compass amulet in his white coat's pocket swayed gently with his movements.

"Try to use the yin and yang balance theory analysis of traditional Chinese medicine."

Lin Shen spread the documents out, and the Chinese and English annotations were densely packed.

"Perhaps it can be 'cold and heat' attributes of different gene expression."

While the two were discussing fiercely, the California sunlight outside the window was shining through the blinds, casting light and shadows of light and darkness on the laboratory bench.

During lunch break, the farm canteen has become a wonderful field of cultural collision.

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

“This time I packed beef and onion stuffing.”

Zhou Nianan taught Jack step by step to pinch the folds, "just like folding roses."

Jack learned seriously, but when he closed his mouth, he pinched the dumplings into strange shapes:

This is clearly like the saddle of our western cowboys!”

The two laughed together, which attracted the attention of Chinese employees and American colleagues at the next table.

When the sun sets, the farm's cultural exchange center is very lively.

Emily is teaching Chinese employees to dance tap dance, and the leather boots hit the wooden floor with a fast and powerful rhythm.

Lin Shen took his American friends to practice Tai Chi, cloud hands and bird tails to stretch out like a poem in the twilight.

Shen Xinghe fiddled with his newly modified solar audio, mixing Chinese folk music and country music into a unique melody.

Suddenly, Jack drove into the square with a modified electric tractor. The Chinese red lanterns and American star-striped flags tied to the front of the car fluttered in the wind, causing everyone to laugh.

The lights are still on in the repair workshop late at night, and Shen Xinghe and David are solving the problem of intelligent upgrades of combined harvesters.
To be continued...