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"Drought has occurred in the northwest and southwest, and the number of affected acres has not yet been calculated. It is predicted that if the drought continues, the loss will be at least 200 million acres."

"Several places in the northern region have also gone without rainfall for more than a month and a half."

Various newspapers reporting on the drought were placed on the table. Song Yao looked at the data and photos written on them one by one. The more he read, the uglier his face became.

The young soldiers who were also responsible for protecting them but obviously also had other mission responsibilities continued to report one by one:

"The man-made reservoirs are gradually drying up, and the groundwater has also dropped significantly. Now the local area is trying to dig wells to save water resources, but judging from the current situation, the results are very little."

"Except for the southwest, other drought-affected areas have not had rainfall for more than a month and a half. The land is dry and cracked, and there are not many clouds in the sky. It is currently predicted that there will be no rainfall in the next week."

After hearing the news about the drought, Song Yao's face was as dark as water.

Zhou Yi looked puzzled: "Yao'er, why do you look so ugly? We have a rain plane. Wouldn't it be better if we just use the plane to rain?"

Zhao Xiaodong patted him: "You didn't listen carefully when I saw you. Didn't you hear that there are no clouds in the sky?"

Monday’s reaction: “Yes, artificial rainfall requires clouds. How can we have rain without clouds???”

Song Yao put his forehead on his hand and exhaled: "It was my omission. I should have studied the project of making rainfall even without clouds."

"I should have thought at that time that the drought would result in no clouds in the sky and artificial rainfall conditions would not be achieved."

Seeing the child in a low mood, the young soldier couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Is this the difference between geniuses and ordinary people? Although he has made such a big contribution, his first reaction is that his work is not good enough.

People can't help but admire Song Yao like this, and at the same time feel affection for him because of his adorable appearance.

There are children like this in Zhongzhou, so why worry about the future.

He softened his voice and comforted:

"How can this be said to be an oversight on your part? The help that artificial rainfall has brought to us in Zhongzhou is absolutely huge. Besides, if it weren't for the "Natural Disaster Prevention Suggestions" you submitted, there would not have been such construction across the country during this period. There are many reservoirs. Without those reservoirs, the disaster would definitely be more serious.”

"Besides, who would have thought there would be a drought?"

Song Yao was not comforted. The child was unhappy and his head dropped even lower.

He thought, he knew it.

He had prepared so much, didn’t he just want to save this drought?

It's just that no matter how hard he tried to learn about drought and rainfall technology, in the knowledge gap in Central Continent and the technological generation gap that spanned thousands of years, he still missed the key point that drought would cause the sky to be cloudless.

Even though everyone said that it was not Song Yao's fault, that natural disasters were like this, and the current situation was considered relatively good, he still felt that it was because he was not prepared enough.

Zhao Xiaodong and Song Yao lived in the same dormitory, so it was obvious that Fa Xiaodong was not happy.

But when he asked, Song Yao still looked calm and kept reading and studying, trying to find a solution to the current situation.

Zhao Xiaodong concluded: "Yao'er must be very sad!"

Wang Hua was confused: "Then what should we do? I gave him my favorite comic book, but he didn't want it."

Wang Duo followed up with an example: "There are also my snacks. I gave them to him, and he actually said that I agreed to eat them."

Tuesday shook his head and sighed: "My newly bought detective novels are all placed in front of Yao'er, and he doesn't even take a look at them."

I took a look around Monday, and with a mysterious look on my face, I started to break the news:

"What's more, let me tell you something terrible. Today's lunch is braised pork, and he actually told me that he can just eat some bread. He studies in the dormitory at noon and has no time to eat."

"What?!!!"

The friends were all shocked.

Even Yuan Jiang, who was standing in the corner, looked down.

Zhao Xiaodong's jaw almost dropped to the floor: "Yao'er can actually refuse braised pork??"

Zhou Yi nodded with a "isn't it?" look on his face.

"In order to coax him, I even said that I would give him my share of braised pork, but he still said he wouldn't eat it, so you can tell how sad he is."

Everyone nodded.

Even if Song Yao doesn't eat his own braised pork, he doesn't even eat other people's braised pork. This is terrible.

After much discussion, the children who didn't know what to do turned around and pulled Teacher He over.

Since the last "gangster incident", the relationship between Teacher He and Ye Xinghua has developed by leaps and bounds.

They would take classes together, do experiments together, run errands for their tutors together, eat together and wash dishes together. In this relatively simple era, even if the two of them hadn't expressed their relationship yet, people around them had already assumed that they were a couple.

When Yuan Jiang saw it was Teacher He, his eyebrows relaxed a little: "Persuade him. If he doesn't eat well, I will force him to carry him to the cafeteria."

Teacher He saw Yuan Jiang frowning, which showed that Song Yao's current condition was indeed a bit bad.

Her life, which had gone off track, was gradually getting back on track, and she naturally did not forget who helped her get to where she is now. Even if Zhao Xiaodong told her about the child, she was still a little surprised.

After all, in her impression, Song Yao is not the kind of person who blindly blames himself. He has a clarity that even adults don't have. Many things that adults can't figure out can be figured out in front of a child in a matter of minutes.

Nodding to Yuan Jiang, she opened the door and saw Song Yao immersed in reading, with a calm look on his face, not as disappointed as everyone said.

Surprised in his heart, Teacher He remained calm and said with a smile:

"Kid Song Yao, I heard that you don't want to eat?"

Song Yao turned around when he heard the noise.

"teacher?"

Teacher He sat next to him and touched the child's head like he did in Dashu Village:

"What's wrong? Why are you so sad?"

He obviously acted so stable and reliable in front of his friends, but when he saw the teacher who single-handedly taught him from enlightenment, the child's eyes turned red for a moment.

It only took Song Yao five seconds to complete the transition from a calm expression to a sobbing expression:

"Teacher, wow wow wow, I, I thought I did a good job..."

The cry was very small, no longer as loud as before.

The slight cry sounded like grievance, but also like a condemnation of oneself.

Teacher He had heard Song Yao cry many times, but never anything like this. She felt so distressed that she held the child in her arms and coaxed him warmly:

"You have done a good job. Rainfall technology has now been applied to the southwest region. If you hadn't made the rain plane, the southwest would have been severely affected this time."

Song Yao shook his head in the teacher's arms and said aggrievedly:

"I built the rain plane just to prevent drought, but I made a mistake. I missed that the essence of artificial rainfall is to catalyze rainwater falling. If the local terrain does not support rainfall conditions, even sending a hundred planes there will be useless..."

"Except for the southwest, rainfall conditions are not met in other areas. If I had thought of this earlier and thought that drought would prevent cumulonimbus clouds from forming in the sky, it would not be like this."

The more Song Yao talked, the more uncomfortable he became.

Teacher He understood, sighed, and asked the child to face him.

Looking at the little white face that was crying, she asked warmly:

"Before you made the rain plane, did we in Central Continent have a history of artificial rainfall?"

Song Yao didn't know why the teacher suddenly asked this, but the child still shook his head with tears on his face.

Teacher He asked again: "Have you ever seen a drought with your own eyes? Or has anyone told you what a drought looks like before?"

Song Yao replied obediently: "Grandma told me that the grain in the fields has dried up and many people have died of hunger and thirst. Everyone will eat Guanyin soil. If you eat too much, you will die."

Teacher He nodded: "Did grandma tell you that there will be no clouds in the sky?"

Song Yao was stunned for a second and said dullly: "No."

"Did anyone else tell you? Does the information say there are no clouds in the sky?"

The child shook his head.

Teacher He touched his little head: "Isn't this right? You have never seen it. Artificial rainfall technology has not been used in history, so of course there is no record of whether clouds will appear when a drought comes."

"No one has told you something, and I have never seen it with my own eyes. How can you know it out of thin air? Yao'er, even a genius cannot know it from birth."

Song Yao understood, wiped her tears, looked up at the teacher with red eyes pitifully:

"I see."

Teacher He touched the child's head again:

"The knowledge you have now is all obtained through your study, observation and practice. When you lose these ways, no matter how smart you are, it will be useless, so you should know what you should do now, right?"

Song Yao nodded heavily, clenched his fists, and said with bright eyes:

"I understand, teacher, you are telling me that if you don't want the same thing to happen, you must work hard to master all the methods in the future. If you can't learn, observe. If you can't observe, practice by yourself. If you can't practice, go to the scene to see.

I understand that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. Teacher, I will do what you teach me! ! ! "

Teacher Ho:"……"

In fact, what she wanted to say was that it was time for Song Yao to go to dinner.

But seeing the child's enthusiasm ignited again, Teacher He swallowed the rest of his words:

"Okay, teacher believes in you, but you have to fill your stomach first so that you can have a healthy body."

Song Yao nodded heavily, with a fighting spirit on his face: "Okay!! I'll eat two bowls of rice in a minute! After eating, I'll continue to study whether artificial clouds can be made!"

The way the child held his little fist was so cute that Teacher He couldn't help but reach out and touch his little head.

As a result, Song Yao skillfully tilted his head and dodged:

"Teacher, please don't touch my head. I'm not tall! Okay! I'm going to eat. Teacher, please keep it a secret for me because I cried! Goodbye!"

Teacher He: ...it’s too fast to burn down the bridge when crossing the river.

However, she couldn't help but smile when she saw the child running away like a proud little lion.

Yes, Song Yao should be so wanton and happy.

In the cafeteria, the friends also had the same idea as Teacher He.

They were so surprised that they couldn’t wait to cheer and celebrate:

"Yao'er! You're fine!!!"

"You finally came to eat, I thought you were going to starve yourself to death!!"

Song Yao raised his chin proudly: "How could that happen? My bread is all very delicious. That is the best bread that Brother Yuan Jiang specially bought for me."

He sat down amid the happy expressions on his friends' faces.

Zhao Xiaodong bumped his arm: "You are finally alive. We were worried to death when you were half-dead before, but we don't want to see you like that again."

Song Yao bumped back: "Don't worry, I just have something I can't figure out. Now I understand it, but I won't in the future. By the way, Wang Hua, did you bring the comic book? I remember you said you wanted to give it to me. "

"By the way, there's also your detective novel on Tuesday. It's a new series. Thank you."

"Wang Duo, I'll go over and get the snacks you gave me later. I remember which snacks they are. Don't worry, I won't get them wrong."

King of Flowers on Tuesday: "..."

The smiles on the faces of the three people gradually solidified.

Zhao Xiaodong shrugged, with an expression that he had expected.

This wasn't over yet. After a while, the child took out the bowl of braised pork in front of Zhou Yiyi:

"You are so kind on Monday, even willing to let me eat the braised pork."

on Monday:"……"

Isn't he just talking? !

Obviously Song Yao didn't think this was just talk. The child happily ate a piece of braised pork, narrowed his eyes with satisfaction, and said happily:

"Everyone is so kind to me. I like you so much. I want to be good friends for the rest of my life!"