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The sound of a Jeep engine could be heard.

Su Xingmian was squatting in the field loosening the soil around the spinach.

Zhang Cuihua was the first to realize, "That...that's the division commander's car!"

Su Xingmian got up.

The jeep came to a stop at the edge of the field, and the division commander jumped out.

He was wearing old liberation shoes, with his trouser legs tucked into the shoes, looking like he was about to go to work.

Following behind was Wei Guodong.

"Greetings, Commander."

The division commander nodded, exchanged no pleasantries, and walked around the entire 1.2-acre plot of land.

We stopped when we reached the area with sand onions.

He squatted down, grabbed the base of a sand onion with both hands, and pulled it upwards with a sudden jerk.

The roots, still covered in soil, broke through the ground.

His whiskers were thick and fine, the longest of which extended beyond his forearm.

The division commander scrutinized him for a few seconds, then turned and gestured with his chin towards Wei Guodong.

"Old Wei, bring over the wild onions you dug up."

Two sand onions were placed side by side on the ground.

The root system of the tree planted by Su Xingmian spreads out to a radius of one foot, with dense fibrous roots, a straight main root, and moisture seeping from its cross-section.

The wild one had sparse roots, less than half the length of the former, and the tips were withered.

The division commander smiled.

"Old Wei, what do you think about the two and a half years you mentioned?"

Wei Guodong squatted down beside him, picked up two scallions, examined them, and put them down.

"Commander, the results are there, there's no point in denying them."

"But I have a question."

He turned to Su Xingmian.

"Comrade Su, the germination rate of this batch of wild onions is 100%. I've been farming for half my life and I've never seen anything like it. Normally, wild onions in soil with a salt content of more than 0.6% have a germination rate of at most 60%."

"Soil improvement can explain part of the problem, but not the whole one. The problem lies with the seeds."

"The formula you used to soak the seeds contains three ingredients: Sophora flavescens root for antibacterial and alkali-regulating effects, wood ash for potassium supplementation, and humic acid for root promotion. I recognize all three; they are indeed used in the South."

He planted the shovel on the ground.

"But how could it be so bizarre?"

It was because of demonic power, of course, but Su Xingmian couldn't say.

She squatted down at the edge of the ground and drew a circle on the soil with a twig.

"The principle is to allow the seeds to adapt to the alkaline environment in advance and activate the salt tolerance mechanism."

"It's like wrapping the seed in armor, so that once it's in the soil, all its energy is focused on taking root."

"My grandmother tried this traditional method on the saline-alkali mudflats along the coast, where the salinity was even higher, and the seedlings still sprouted."

Wei Guodong pressed further, "What about the proportions?"

Su Xingmian tossed aside the branch and smiled.

"The core formula is my grandmother's secret recipe, which I can't give her in full. But I can make a simplified version that will be about 60-70% as effective as the full version."

Wei Guodong stared at the two sand onions and asked no more questions.

The division commander stood up.

"Old Wei, put the technicalities aside for now. Let me ask you something practical: can her method of deep tilling with wood ash and humus be widely adopted?"

Wei Guodong answered much faster.

"The method itself is not problematic. Any soldier who has done farm work can operate it; no professional skills are required."

"But there is one hard condition."

He bent down, grabbed a handful of dark soil from the ground, and rubbed it.

"There is no humus in the Gobi Desert; within a radius of fifty kilometers, it is all gravel and a layer of compacted salt and alkali. This is the only place near the entire base where we can obtain a large amount of humus."

He pointed northeast.

"Helan Mountain".

The division commander turned to look at Su Xingmian.

Su Xingmian continued the conversation.

"For large-scale promotion, we need to use humus from the understory of deciduous forests. Top-layer semi-rotten leaves won't work; they will ferment and burn the roots if mixed into saline-alkali soil."

"There is a secondary forest belt on the eastern foothills of the Helan Mountains, between 2,200 and 2,500 meters above sea level, where the fallen leaves accumulate to the thickest depth and have the best decomposition."

The division commander interrupted her.

How do you know the distribution of forest belts in the Helan Mountains?

"After arriving at the base, I went through the logistics department's archives and found a Helan Mountain vegetation survey manual from the 1960s."

The division commander turned and glanced at his bodyguard.

The guard nodded: "Yes, we have that manual. It was from a survey conducted by the local forestry station in 62. They kept two copies."

The division commander looked at Su Xingmian again.

The girl squatted on the ground, clutching a handful of muddy spinach, speaking as if she were chatting casually.

What he said, such as the forest belt's altitude and the standard of decomposition, was all spot on.

Both husband and wife are intelligent.

The division commander gave the final approval.

I have three things to say.

The surroundings became quiet.

"First, sand onions will be immediately designated as a pilot variety for winter vegetable supply to outposts. The first batch will consist of three outposts with the worst conditions. Comrade Su will be responsible for providing the processed seeds and operating instructions, while the logistics department will be responsible for transportation."

"Secondly, this experimental field is now a project directly managed by the division headquarters. I've instructed the logistics department to provide a batch of windproof materials to build a cold frame, ensuring the existing vegetables can safely overwinter."

"third."

He glanced at Wei Guodong.

"There's one last window of opportunity before winter sets in. Under the guise of winter mountain training, we'll send a platoon up the eastern foothills of the Helan Mountains to collect humus. Comrade Wei will be in charge of technical oversight, and Comrade Su will accompany the team to guide the soil sampling standards."

Wei Guodong stood up straight.

"Commander, I have something to add."

"explain."

"Three pilot outposts, with a control plot at each outpost. Seeds treated by Comrade Su and ordinary untreated seeds were sown simultaneously, and data was recorded throughout the process."

"Firstly, it verifies the method, and secondly, it provides solid data to support our reports to superiors, so no one can find fault with it."

Su Xingmian continued the conversation.

"Uncle Wei, you can do three sets of comparison tests."

Wei Guodong looked over.

"One set of complete recipes, one set of simplified recipes, and one set without any processing. Compare the three sets side by side, and everyone can see the difference."

Wei Guodong stared at her for a long time.

"Comrade Su, you've thought of everything more thoroughly than I have."

He bent down, picked up the two wild onions from the ground, shook off the dirt, and walked toward the jeep.

He took two steps and then turned back.

"Commander, I'll take these two back for root section analysis and keep a record."

The division commander waved his hand.

"take away."

The jeep drove away, and there was silence for less than three minutes.

Zhang Cuihua rushed over and grabbed Su Xingmian's hand.

"Girl, directly under the division headquarters! A cold storage shed! Do you know what kind of treatment this is? Even the division commander's private plot doesn't get this kind of treatment!"

Sister Liu turned out of the alley, shouting as she walked.

"I knew it! The first time I saw Comrade Su farming, I knew this girl was the reincarnation of the ancestor of farming."

Zhao Hongmei tugged at her sleeve: "The first time you said that people were just making a fuss over nothing."

"That was the first time; the second time I changed my tune."

The sisters-in-law surrounded Su Xingmian.

Some people asked if there were any seeds left, some asked if the simplified recipe could be provided first, and some were already calculating whether the empty space under their windowsill was enough to plant a row of wild onions.

Ma Chunlan couldn't squeeze in.

She remained squatting at the edge of the field, silently adding soil to the spinach.

After the women left, Su Xingmian came back, took a small shovel out of her apron pocket, and handed it to them.

Ma Chunlan accepted the call.

He shoveled the soil twice and spoke in a muffled voice.

"Comrade Su, when we were short-handed to promote that batch of spinach in the spring, you called me."

Su Xingmian squatted down next to her and helped straighten a crooked spinach seedling.

"OK."

Ma Chunlan didn't say anything else, and patted the soil around the spinach roots firmly with the shovel.

evening.

The warmth flowing into my meridians was continuous and didn't stop for the entire afternoon.

All thirty-seven outposts will be planted with her sand onions. Every seedling will take root in the soil, and every soldier will be able to eat a bite of fresh vegetables in winter. That is a great deed.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, the division of the Queen of the Night plant in the flowerpot swayed gently.

Su Xingmian walked over and touched it; the sharp spikes obediently lay down.

Just as she was about to go inside, the gate behind her rang again.