“it's a rot. It's hot and wet. It comes fast." on the morning of 7 july, in the village of the village of chan, tatsuya county, a tech-design, wang songxiang, carried heat and heat into the white arts fields, with the white arts of a leaf torn aside。
“steal with medicine, so that the sun does not tan the crops in the afternoon, and the shade shall be covered.” wang zhongxiang's mobile phone called out the “therapeutic solution” that he had summed up for many years, shouting with the sound of sand and the sound of the sound of the sound, the growers surrounded by more than a dozen cats and nodding their heads。
"if you want to steal the harvest from god, just three words: catch it, run it, catch it." wang qiang's work goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on, "this sauna is not waiting for you. Slow down, and the crops in the ground are gone." thirty years of fighting agriculture, wang qongxiang was particularly sensitive to the hot summer "baking"。
"the king's expert, the day of the fire, you drilled this "flaming mountain" every day. What's the point?" "what's the picture? Give me peace. The more the sky is baked, the more the seedlings are separated. It's worth it to help young men turn sweat bean into gold beans." wang qiang waved his hand, sweating beads threw out an arc and turned around and stuck it in the heat。
At 2 p. M., wang qongxiang arrived at the shao guang village vegetables shed and looked closely at the guacamole. "as for the fatty of this water, it shall be as fine as for the moon. The water is huge, the roots of bubbles are rotten; the fat is strong, the seed is burned."
Looking at the guacamole full of water, li zhui, the head of the vegetable shed, squeaked to the root of his ears, and the "king expert's "anti-heating" method worked. Look at this melon, he's so handsome, he smells so good, he waits for the market
“this battle is a battle of warmth and grain, and the special envoys have done their best.” the deputy secretary of the xiaoxiang party came to the field to “governant battle” with lee xie-fung. For the moment, 50,000 acres of crop cover our town, without affecting production.”
In the fields of the heat waves, the technologists sweated the hopes of the sinking of the country and wrote a report on the steady increase in production on the hot land. (reporter lee peng, correspondent zhang pil)
