The greenhouse in the backyard of the city bureau was filled with a pungent and sour smell.
Bai Tingting pinched her nose and stepped back two paces. The three enamel basins in front of her were filled with soil, with a layer of white saline frost on the surface. A few green-headed flies buzzed above the basin edges, refusing to be driven away.
For the past three days, she poured half a kilogram of urea and phosphate fertilizer into the basins every day.
The day she stole the discarded draft from Lin Wan Yi's desk, it not only detailed the proportion for improving saline soil, but also wrapped a dozen shriveled wheat seeds in the center, with the note "Special Cold-Resistant Experimental Seed" written on the outer packaging in red ink.
