Chapter 582: Omen of Drought
Continuing to let him deepen his practice of Xingyiquan may be a solution, but Xingyiquan is not safe when facing a large-scale war. At most, it can only increase the body's flexibility a little.
And to be honest, Zhou Hao's talent for martial arts is not good, even worse than his third brother Zhou Yu. Otherwise, with the spiritual spring water that Zhou Tian gave him to drink over the years, he would at least be a master of dark force, and he wouldn't be still struggling with obvious force.
Since one's own abilities cannot be increased, the only option is to increase external assistance.
In an instant, a flash of inspiration came to Zhou Tian’s mind. Maybe it really could work. After thinking about it, he immediately put his mind at ease and fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, Zhou Tian hurried to the research institute without even having time to eat breakfast.
When he just walked into the office and was about to change his clothes, Liu Yuan followed him in.
"Dean, Vice President Zhang just wanted to see you. He asked you to go to the branch factory after you arrive!"
"Do you know what it is?"
Zhou Tian asked while changing his clothes.
"Vice President Zhang didn't say anything, but he seemed very anxious!"
"Is that right?"
When Zhou Tian heard this, he immediately stopped what he was doing, and a trace of doubt flashed across his face. Could it be that something went wrong with the workers and peasants' support? But then he shook his head and denied his guess.
"Forget it, go prepare the car immediately, and let's go now!"
"Yes! Dean!"
Upon hearing this, Liu Yuan turned around and left the office.
Zhou Tian did not continue to change his clothes. He put on the Zhongshan suit he was wearing again, then walked downstairs with his backpack.
When they went downstairs, they saw a jeep waiting at the door. Zhou Tian got in the car, and Xiao Yang immediately started the car and drove out of the research institute. After several years of infrastructure construction, all the roads in the city have been turned into asphalt roads.
Soon, the car drove out of Sijiu City and headed towards Changping.
Half an hour later, the car stopped outside a 16-story office building. Zhou got out of the car and walked straight into the building. This was the headquarters built by the institute in order to better manage the six branches. It was completely delivered in 1957.
However, Zhou Tian seldom comes here. Instead, Zhang Mingzhi and Song Weiguo, who manage the research institute and six branches, often travel between the two places and most of the time they are stationed here.
"Hello, Dean!"
"Hello, Dean!"
Along the way, many research institute staff who were walking around in the building greeted Zhou Tian respectfully when they saw him.
While dealing with this, Zhou Tian entered the elevator and pressed the button for the sixteenth floor, the top floor. When the elevator stopped on the sixteenth floor, he got out of the elevator and came to the door of Zhang Mingzhi's office.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw many correspondents busy coming and going in the office.
"Dean!"
When Zhou Tian walked in, many communicators stopped and spoke to him respectfully.
"Okay, everyone, you're welcome. Is Vice President Zhang in the office?"
Zhou Tian nodded to everyone and asked.
"Dean, Vice Dean Zhang and Vice Dean Song are here. I will go and notify Vice Dean Zhang right away!"
One of the communicators reacted and was about to turn around, but Zhou Tian waved his hand and said, "Okay, I'll do it myself, you guys just do your own things!"
As he spoke, Zhou Tian walked through the crowd to the door of an office inside, pushed it open and walked in.
"Dean!" "Dean!"
Zhang Mingzhi and Song Weiguo were chatting about helping workers and peasants. When they saw the door being pushed open, they were a little angry. However, when they saw that it was Zhou Tian who came in, they immediately stood up and welcomed him.
"Okay, stop being polite. Tell me, what's the hurry?"
Zhou Tian didn't bother to be polite with the two of them. He sat directly on the sofa and looked at Zhang Mingzhi and Song Weiguo.
"Dean, this is what happened. After you gave me the task of helping the workers and peasants yesterday, I spent a day walking around several surrounding villages, but I found some unusual situations. That's why I wanted to report to you early this morning, but you were not here, so I came here to discuss it with Lao Song first!"
Zhang Mingzhi heard this and his expression suddenly became extremely serious.
"Abnormal, what's abnormal?"
Zhou Tian was a little puzzled. He didn't remember anything unusual happening in 1958 except the Great Steel Production Campaign. He was confused for a moment.
"Dean, it's like this. We found that the land in the surrounding rural areas seems to be a little different this year, and the water levels of the reservoirs and rivers around the rural areas have dropped. According to experienced farmers, the grain production in the rural areas may decrease this year, and there are signs of drought!"
Song Weiguo also said seriously afterwards.
"Drought? Is there a sign so early?"
After hearing what the two said, Zhou Tian's expression instantly became solemn. Perhaps it was because the steel production had doubled in recent years, attracting everyone's attention to the industry. The false reporting of 10,000 kilograms of grain yield per mu that should have appeared at the beginning of the year had not yet occurred, so the phenomenon of exaggeration was not serious.
In addition, with the vigorous promotion of high-quality grain varieties in recent years, foreign debts have been paid off, the phenomenon of food shortage has been alleviated, and there is basically no shortage of food in rural areas, so not much attention has been paid to this phenomenon.
This led to Zhou Tian initially thinking that the three-year disaster would only occur in 1959. But after hearing what the two said, he understood that there were already signs in the countryside before the disaster occurred.
"Dean, you don't have to worry. According to the old farmer, although the grain output this year will decrease, the decrease is not much. It is estimated that the grain output will recover next year! So the project we support should be able to continue!"
Zhang Mingzhi saw that Zhou Tian's expression suddenly became solemn, and thought that the dean was worried that several projects could not be promoted in rural areas, so he couldn't help but comfort him.
After all, if grain production decreases, everyone will not have enough food to eat, so how can they have spare energy for breeding?
Zhou Tian couldn't help but roll his eyes in his heart, thinking: "Do you really think I'm worried about the problems of those projects?"
He knew that this was a natural disaster, and it had lasted for three years. If he wanted to restore grain production, he would have to wait three years. As for these three years, it was estimated that there would be good quality grain varieties, although people might not have enough food.
But at least people starving to death should not happen again. Alas, I don’t know if there will be some unexpected problems this time. After all, the three years of natural disasters are not just a matter of food.
After thinking about it, he shook his head and threw the idea away. After all, he was still a little Kami and he was not qualified to get involved in such things.
"Weiguo, I remember that our engineering machinery factory seems to have well drilling machines for sale, right?"
After pondering for a moment, Zhou Tian suddenly looked at Song Weiguo and asked.