Chapter 1143 Am I the God of Nature, the Messenger of the God of Potatoes? (Monthly Ticket Adds 2 Updates)

Chapter 1143 I am the God of Nature—no, the messenger of the Potato God? (monthly ticket adds 2 updates)

Grete opened his red eyes, raised his hand to rake his bird's nest-like hair, and smiled weakly at Idian. Wanting to speak, he opened his mouth, but yawned first:

"Ah... I'm not sure, I still need to do more experiments... I can only say that I have initially isolated something..."

too difficult!

It’s so difficult to isolate pathogens!

He was not from the Agricultural College. When he was in college, although it was a comprehensive university, there was no Agricultural College in the school... The Agricultural University was opposite their school...

From time to time, I heard from brother schools that dead pigs floated in the lake in front of the school, and that another experimental animal escaped from the Agricultural University opposite...

In short, Grete really couldn't do anything like isolating germs - he was able to successfully isolate the pathogenic bacteria of various infectious diseases in the past only because he could memorize "Medical Microbiology" and "Infectious Diseases" well and follow the diagrams. Now?

From a pile of potatoes, among God knows how many microorganisms, which one is isolated that may cause disease?

Do you know how many microorganisms can be isolated here? Do you know how many microorganisms can be isolated from a piece of soil?

Anyway, dozens or hundreds of species are rare, and thousands are not impossible. On human skin alone, there are dozens of long-term bacteria, and together with temporary ones, one or two hundred species are normal!

He didn’t even know whether the pathogen was a bacterium or a fungus!

Fortunately, there is magic cheating. Grete cut the potato open and cut out the moldy-looking part. Of course, he left a spore and buried it directly in the soil. Then, give the natural power to give birth to——

Give it to me!

long!

I want to see what you look like when you grow up!

Bacteria may undergo morphological changes, may become larger or smaller, may lose capsules, spores or flagella; fungi will grow hyphae and spores, and the spores will float around...

How can I know what you look like if you don't grow a big baby bump for me?

Potatoes carrying pathogenic bacteria grow very quickly when fed by nature. Buds sprout, the main stem is lifted up, and the leaves unfold one by one...

Hey hey hey!

Green spots appear on the tips of the leaves! Outside the green spots, there is a green halo, which looks dry and withered, as if it has been burned!

Gretel perked up. He continued to provide the power of nature, and the potato plants continued to grow hard. Soon, large white mold spots appeared on the backs of the green leaves. That’s it! That’s it!

Then I dug out the tubers from the soil, and sure enough, they were already rotten to the point of mold. Grete cut off small portions of leaves and tubers, crushed them, and diluted them with distilled water. Then, calm down and throw the killing technique inside first!

E. coli killed!

Pseudomonas aeruginosa killed!

Bacillus anthracis, Bacillus typhi, Vibrio cholerae...kill, kill, kill!

Kill all the bacteria he can think of - anyway, Gretel is sure that these epidemic pathogens will never be the culprits that cause the potato crop to fail - and then start the separation.

At the same time, microscopic examination——

Scorched spots on leaf tips.

White mildew spots on the underside of leaves.

Moldy potato tubers.

Piece by piece, section, cut into very fine slices, stain, and microscopy. Under the microscope, if you see obvious changes in the potato cells, the bacteria near them are more likely to be the culprit!

"Gretel, what did you see?"

Serila energetically started working next to her, and at the same time, she got a share and observed it under the mirror. However, the silver dragon girl didn't have enough patience to look at the microscope. After looking at it for a while, she still ran over and asked Gretel:

"Have you caught the thing that made the potatoes sick?"

"Not completely sure yet..."

Grete patiently conducted the experiment. He threw the samples diluted in distilled water one by one into the sterilized, non-contaminated culture medium——

Potato leaves, potato slices. Piece by piece, wiped with alcohol, wiped with disinfectant, sterilized in every way he could think of - except boiling.

Then, throw the extracted samples into the culture medium, throw magic, stimulate birth, and let them grow!

Over and over again, after several back and forth, I finally locked in a few possible gadgets. Gretel was also tired from all the hard work and fell asleep. Sleep for eight hours, get up early the next morning, and continue fighting——

"Yudian, I have isolated something, something that may be the culprit... Where is the potato field? Or give me an open space, I need to do a larger experiment!"

Since he said that an open space would be fine, Udian took him to find an open space based on the principle of not disturbing him as much as possible.

Grete chirped, cutting the suspected diseased potatoes into pieces, with a sprout in each piece, and buried them directly in the soil. Then, he closed his eyes slightly and recalled the suspected disease strains he had isolated, sweeping, sweeping, and sweeping again——

"Are you going to give birth now?"

Idian really couldn't stand it anymore. From the looks of it, Gretel has never farmed or cultivated any medicinal or magical plants. If they farm like him, all the farmers will starve to death!

Gretel looked at him blankly, not knowing what was wrong with him. Idian shook his head helplessly. All he had to do was roll up his sleeves, bend down, and start pulling weeds one by one——

If you don't even get rid of the weeds, what kind of trouble is this planting experiment going to cause!

"Ah...actually..."

In fact, it’s not necessary. When I induce birth, my mental power can accurately lock the tubers and accurately provide the power of nature. I don’t have to worry about those weeds...

Grete wanted to murmur like this. But seeing how happy Idian was in pulling weeds, he had no choice but to fly out a few mage hands to help pull the weeds together - he didn't want to get hit in the head a few times. After the ground was cleared, Gretel gathered his energy and continued targeted killing:

Suspected pathogenic strain A, suspected pathogenic strain B, suspected pathogenic strain C...

Dozens of potatoes, cut into two to three hundred pieces, throw one shot in each area to kill them. In the last area, throw nothing away and keep it as the control group. Then, give birth!

Gretel knelt on one knee and pressed his right hand on the ground. A misty blue light appeared from his fingertips and spread along the ground. Idian sighed beside him:

"You're not that good, are you? You're already at level 12. You can spawn these potatoes by just standing and waving your hands, right? If it doesn't work, just throw your oak stick over there!"

"Well... life still needs a sense of ritual..."

Gretel smiled. Well, I accept the opinion and will not change it~~~

A wave of green light filled the air, and tender green seedlings emerged from the ground. Sprouting, growing stems, growing leaves...

"The first area is affected!"

"The second area is affected!"

"The third area..."

Serira held a notebook and walked through the potato fields with light steps. Her eyes were sharp and she kept scanning around. After spinning around for a while, he suddenly let out a surprised "Yeah":

"There is no disease in Area 5!"

"Build a barrier and isolate each area!"

Grete ordered decisively. Serila waved her hand gently, and the transparent barrier quietly rose up into the sky. Gretel smiled and nodded to her, continuing to induce labor...

"It's blooming, it's blooming!"

"The fifth area is still free of disease!"

"It's not good, the fifth area is infected! The leaves are starting to wither!"

"This is not an illness!" Idian couldn't help it again:

"This is when the potatoes are about to mature. The leaves begin to wither and turn yellow. All the power is accumulated in the rhizomes... If you dig up the soil now, you can see that the potatoes underneath are starting to grow..."

"Ah, that's it~~~"

Cerira shrugged at him and made a quick note. After all the growth processes were completed, the ground was dug up, and sure enough, the other plants were all in pieces, moldy, withered, withered, and only the fifth area was intact.

Gretel held the test tube and raised a smile to Idian:

"I've done it! - As long as we target this diseased plant and kill all the potato tubers and all the potato fields left as seeds, there will be no more potato harvests in the future!"

He went to the old priest with great interest. Unexpectedly, after hearing what he said, the old priest lowered his head and pondered, and remained silent for a long time.

"What's the matter?"

Gretel's happiness was half extinguished by him. After a while, the old priest waved away the soldiers around him and let out a long sigh:

"Honorable Lin Xing, thank you for your selfless help. However, the failure of the potato harvest is the wrath of the God of Potatoes and the punishment of the God of Potatoes. As long as we continue to serve him devoutly, he will forgive us and return to us. Bless us.”

"What--"

Gretel was speechless. If you don’t want me to help, you should have told me earlier! You told me to leave everything to the God of Potatoes! No matter how energetic I am, can't I use it elsewhere? Why did I bother to do experiments until midnight yesterday?

He almost got up and left. As soon as he pressed his hands on his knees, the old priest suddenly raised his head and blinked at him quickly. There was a cunning look in his cloudy old eyes:

"However, God's blessings often appear in unexpected ways for us mortals. For example, you, distinguished Lin Xing, are you sent by the God of Potatoes to help us? We mortals have no way of knowing God's will..."

What?

Is there any other way to explain this?

This is really... really...

The so-called "the doctor cured my disease, thank God"?

Gretel was always a proud person, so he turned around and left, leaving these natives to die. However, in his heart, these natives were first of all human beings, people suffering from famine, and then followers of some god.

If you claim that you are sent by the God of Potatoes to help, then just claim it. Anyway, if you declare like this, he will have a lot of meat, and the God of Nature will not lack a piece of meat either...

"Yes, I was indeed inspired by the God of Potatoes and came to help its devout people." Grete nodded solemnly. The old priest let out a long sigh of relief, put his hand on his chest, and slowly bent down:

“Thank the potato gods.”

"Thank the Potato God." Grete echoed dryly, trying hard not to laugh. He stretched out a mage's hand to the old priest, supported his arm, and walked slowly towards the potato field:

Around the cave, around the residential area, around the hilltop where they live. For a moment, Gretel held his breath gently:

Terraced fields, large tracts of terraced fields, in this indigenous area where slash-and-burn farming takes place, it seems that terraced fields that should not appear, layer by layer, appear on the opposite hilltop.

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Emma, ​​another day of desperately checking papers.

Who would have thought that potato late blight was actually a fungus, and who would have thought that most of the similar strains of this fungus are non-toxic, and only a small part are virulent!

Who would have thought that because fungi reproduce with spores, they need to be trapped when separated, instead of just being separated like bacteria!

despair……