Northeast, the XX troops stationed in the territory, the regiment commander's office.

"Comrade Xiao Chen, although this rice tastes very good, isn't it too little if the yield per mu of 700 to 800 kilograms? Although we understand your idea of ​​providing high-quality food and vegetables to the army, there are also many people in the army."

"The yield per mu is 700 to 800 kilograms. It is difficult for all soldiers who supply it to the army to eat this delicious rice or something. So, can we increase the yield of rice?"

It was just July now, and the grain planted by Nuannuan and the others in the army had only been more than two months or three months, so the grain had not yet matured. However, seeing the dry rice growing on the dry land, Zhong Zhanguo also knew that this kind of rice was indeed drought-resistant and cold-resistant, and a very good crop.

Moreover, before, not only Nuannuan's parents sent her some food for this high-quality rice, but even Qianwan Village also sent Nuannuan a lot of food. After all, it was Nuannuan's contribution to growing such delicious rice, so I evened up some of Nuannuan to give it to Nuannuan.

When Nuannuan received the food, she gave Xiao Zhanfeng and Liu Xiangnan and others a little, and also gave Zhong Zhanguo and Zhang Qunjia some, so Zhong Zhanguo and others had tasted the taste of rice produced by high-quality rice. The taste of rice was indeed very good. He had never eaten such good rice.

However, Zhong Zhanguo was not satisfied because the yield of this kind of rice was only 700 to 800 kilograms per mu. Compared with the hybrid rice produced by Mr. Yuan, the yield per mu was more than 1,000 kilograms per mu. Mr. Yuan even said that he wanted to study the yield per mu of hybrid rice to about 2,000 kilograms, Nuannuan's yield per mu was really not enough.

Compared with the hybrid rice produced by Mr. Yuan, the yield per mu of the rice produced by Nuannuan is really very low per mu, so Zhong Zhanguo is a little unsatisfied. After all, there are so many troops in the country, and there are so many soldiers that everyone can eat this high-quality water-heavy one. Zhong Zhanguo just wants to strive for more so that all the soldiers can eat this kind of rice with good taste.

"Comrade Xiao Chen, can you cooperate with Mr. Yuan to increase the yield of this high-quality rice? After all, there are so many soldiers in the country, and the yield of 700 to 800 kilograms of rice per mu will definitely not satisfy everyone." Zhong Zhanguo said to Nuannuan sincerely.

It has been a year or two since Su Qiao came to this army. This is the second time Nuannuan has come to the regiment commander's office. The first time she and Su Qiao came to report and saw Zhong Zhanguo.

Unexpectedly, after nearly a year, Zhong Zhanguo called her again and talked in his commander's office. This was very surprising. However, after listening to Zhong Zhanguo's words, Nuannuan was not as surprised at the beginning.

After listening to Zhong Zhanguo's request, Nuannuan thought about it and nodded, "This kind of high-quality grain output can indeed be increased a little, but it will definitely not be as high as the yield of hybrid rice. The maximum yield is only about one thousand one or two per mu. No matter how high it is, it cannot be."

"Just like the hybrid rice that Mr. Yuan studied, the yield is indeed very high, but the taste is not as delicious as the rice we planted ourselves. Compared with the high-quality rice I am studying now, it is even more bland and tasteless. However, the high yield of others is the goal of Yuan and his life.

"Actually, we also want to provide soldiers across the country with this kind of good-tasting food, but we don't have that much ability to afford it after all. And everything has its pros and cons. If it tastes good, it means that its yield will not be too high. Just like the hybrid rice studied by Mr. Yuan, its yield is very high but its taste is not so good."

"It is already the limit that we can increase the yield of this high-quality rice to a yield of one thousand kilograms per mu. Leader, I hope you can understand us. After all, we are just some researchers rather than gods. We cannot do everything in full and perfect."

After listening to Nuannuan's explanation, Zhong Zhanguo thought about it and thought it was this truth. How could there be perfect things in the world? Since the high-quality water that Nuannuan developed has good taste and good nutrition, its yield cannot be as high as hybrid rice, just like hybrid rice will not taste the same as that of high-quality rice that Nuannuan studied.

Zhong Zhanguo also knew that he had forced it, but he was still very grateful to Nuannuan. Because according to the research results, if you eat Nuannuan's researched rice for many years, then you can get better and better your health and balanced nutrition.

"Since that's the case, then forget it. I just have to thank Comrade Xiao Chen for the rice he developed. I just hope that after eating this rice, everyone can still eat the rice grown from hybrid rice after eating this rice."

After hearing Zhong Zhanguo's words, Nuannuan couldn't bear to laugh in the future, "Hope."
Chapter completed!