Shen Youyou, a graduate student in agricultural sciences, was struck by lightning in an experimental field and woke up as a fifteen-year-old black peasant girl on the road to escape from the desert. She was saved by Lu Ye, a hunter in the mountains, with an arrow.
She pretended to have lost her memory, used "three washes and one warm" to resurrect old rice, used "high yield ditch" to lock the thunder field, and used "rice, fish and duck" to turn famine years into good ones.
He was taciturn and cold-faced, but he carried the urine pail, guarded the fire bed, shot the wolf king, and wrote the first real marriage letter on a snowy night:
"The knowledge belongs to you, the days belong to me, we will make profits until we grow old."
From a discarded old seed to a thousand acres of three-ripe tribute rice;
From a leaky thatched cottage to a cave granary that has stored seeds for thousands of years;
They write technology into poetry and live their lives into waves.
The sound of rice waves is the breathing of knowledge and the jointing of love.
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