Chapter 985 Withering
What is even more surprising is that agricultural practitioners from surrounding counties and cities have come here in droves, and the grain drying ground under the old locust tree has become the most vivid ecological classroom.
Nowadays, whenever the mountain wind blows through the village, it brings not only the fragrance of crops, but also the smell of hope. Liang Lu still takes the children to identify wild vegetables in the fields, but now her white dress is a little thicker with mud; Qi Tongwei still pays attention to the changes in data at the monitoring station, but now he knows that the truly important data is not on the screen, but in the smiles on the faces of the villagers.
The little fox would still appear late at night, sweeping its tail across the monitoring station's screen, looking at the dancing green curves, and muttering to itself: "Humans always think that rules can define everything, but they don't know that the most precious things are often outside the rules."
On the screen, the originally stable green curve suddenly trembled violently, and the area of Dongjiang Village was being eaten away by spider-web-like red cracks. The little fox's hair exploded into a fluffy ball, and its claws pressed firmly on the beating data screen: "Someone is forcibly cracking the earth vein network!"
The sound of tires rolling over gravel came from the entrance of the village. A convoy of more than 20 heavy trucks broke through the rain, and the logo of "Tianshu Group Modern Agricultural Base" on the body of the truck glowed coldly in the lightning. Workers wearing riot helmets jumped out of the trucks and patrolled the fields with metal detectors in their hands. Wherever they went, the newly planted strawberry seedlings withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Secretary Qi! They want to dig the core of the earth vein!" Chen Xiaolong ran over, soaking wet, with the bottle of night-scented mushroom spores in his arms cracked into spider web patterns. Qi Tongwei rushed to the old locust tree, but saw Liang Lu being stopped by several security guards. Her white dress was covered in mud, and her hair was messy and stuck to her face: "They have a government approval! They say they want to build a smart agriculture demonstration zone..."
Suddenly, there was an explosion from the direction of the monitoring station. Qi Tongwei looked back and saw that the soil monitoring equipment worth millions was blown into pieces in the flames. The little fox crawled out of the ruins with its body charred, and the golden rune on its tail was dim. "They used a military-grade electromagnetic pulse to cut off all data connections..."
It was raining heavily. Aunt Wang held up her family tree and stood in front of the bulldozer: "Three generations of our ancestors are buried under this ground!" But the tracks ruthlessly rolled over the pile of wormwood at her feet. Zhang Dazhu picked up a homemade sonic insect repellent, but was knocked to the ground by an electric baton. The current exploded on the blue veins of his neck, just like when the bacterial plague broke out that year.
At the village committee late at night, Qi Tongwei unfolded a yellowed map. Satellite positioning showed that the ecological network within a radius of 100 miles was collapsing. Liang Lu's fingertips passed over the red area on the screen, and her voice trembled: "My father... He said at the group's annual meeting that we should make this land 'real value'." Outside the window, the beam of the searchlight pierced the rain curtain, illuminating the giant smart greenhouse being built.
The little fox suddenly jumped onto the conference table, and its tail swung out a golden streak, projecting a holographic image: in the laboratory, the gene-edited "super crops" were growing wildly in the nutrient solution, with strange blue light flowing on the leaves; and in the lower right corner of the screen, the same data format as the mountain village monitoring station was jumping. "They are copying the earth vein network!" the little fox roared, "using mechanical algorithms to simulate nature!"
At dawn, Qi Tongwei walked alone into the test field in the heavy rain. The accumulated water reflected the cloudy sky. He bent down and picked up a handful of soil, and found countless dead earthworms curled up in it. Suddenly, the soil in his palm began to heat up, and an ancient totem emerged - it was the prayer pattern left by villagers in the Ming and Qing dynasties when they fought against famine.
"It turns out that the land has been talking." Qi Tongwei murmured in a low voice. He turned and rushed to the old locust tree, dug out the dusty time capsule at the root of the tree, and took out the letters written by the villagers to the land. When the first letter was unfolded, the strong wind suddenly turned and rolled the letter into the sky, turning it into a golden light.
A miracle happened. The withered strawberry seedlings sprouted again, the night-scented mushrooms bloomed brightly in the rain, and the steel frame of the smart greenhouse under construction was entangled in ruins by the inexplicably growing vines. At the foot of the mountain, the originally indifferent workers suddenly put down their tools - the soil sample testers in their pockets all showed a red alarm of "abnormal data".
Three months later, when the investigation team arrived, they saw a completely different scene. When Liang Lu's father was taken away, he looked at his daughter's white dress covered in mud and suddenly burst into tears: "I have been calculating benefits all my life, but I can't calculate the weight of people's hearts." At this time, Liang Lu was squatting in the field teaching children to identify dandelions, with a night-scented mushroom wreath in her hair given by the little fox.
Qi Tongwei decided to open up a new world. He built a special ecological manor on a deserted slope behind the village. There are no sophisticated monitoring instruments here, only pottery jars fired using ancient methods, in which the most primitive compost is fermented; there are no neat and uniform planting areas, but the crops are allowed to grow freely, forming a natural symbiotic system.
One morning, Liang Lu found a yellowed account book while sorting out ancient books. On the title page, Qi Tongwei wrote in vigorous handwriting: "There are invaluable laws between heaven and earth." The account book records various strange experiments: tomatoes ripened by sound waves from Buddhist scriptures, rice absorbing the essence of moonlight, tea trees coexisting with earthworms... Next to each data, there is a small smiley face.
The little fox would still appear in the middle of the night, but this time it would no longer stare at the cold data screen, but squat on the bamboo fence of the manor, with the Qi Min Yao Shu wrapped around its tail, telling stories to the children sitting around. Whenever it came to an exciting part, the old locust tree in the distance would drop a few fluorescent leaves, like stars scattered between heaven and earth.
The mountain breeze swept across the newly opened estate, carrying with it the richness of compost, the sweetness of crops, and an indescribable vitality.
Qi Tongwei squatted under the tomato vines, his fingertips lightly touching the fruits ripened by the sound waves of Buddhist scriptures, the warm touch conveying the vitality of life. The old radio hanging between the vines was playing the "Great Compassion Mantra", and the sound waves produced a wonderful resonance with the microorganisms in the soil, making the fruit skin appear with fine golden lines.
"Uncle Qi! Look!" Chen Xiaolong's exclamation came from the rice field. The boy stood barefoot in the knee-deep water, the moonlight shining through his palms, reflecting a colorful halo on the rice leaves. The rice ears that absorbed the essence of the moonlight, with dew-like fluorescent particles condensed on the tips of the ears, looked like the Milky Way falling into the world. Qi Tongwei looked at this scene and suddenly remembered what the little fox said: "When the land is treated gently, it will return the most magical gift."
However, under the calm surface, there was a dark tide. One morning, the fence of the manor was maliciously destroyed, the night-scented mushroom cultivation box fell to the ground, and the mycelium quickly withered in the sun.