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My suggestion also deeply resonated with Noah and the others.
“Ms. Berry, you’re still young. Why don’t we study together?”
I smiled. “I’m already getting ready. I can’t afford to fall behind.”
I had already prepared for this. When I was guiding at the Crayfield Research Center, I copied all the books there and sent them over. They would be a big help for our future research.
Different soils, different climates, and different seed cultivation methods all had an impact on the yields.
Next, my focus was to develop a type of wheat that was high–yielding, nutritionally balanced, and tasted good. That way, the people would be able to live happier lives.
“Food is crucial. We can’t let others have control over it.”
Noah seemed to be deep in thought as we headed back to the Echo Ridge Research Center, ready to dive back into our work.
The experiments were tedious, and even the failed data taught us lessons.
I wasn’t afraid of making mistakes. I feared losing the courage to make them.
Fortunately, I had a team of companions, all of us rooted in Echo Ridge, rooted in the land. We worked together toward the same goal.
At sixty, I retired from the Research Center, only to be rehired soon after.
Noah had become the pillar of the center, and more and more agricultural students followed our footsteps, slowly making their way in.
We were all working toward the same goal, each striving to realize our own value.
When I was sixty–five, I fell ill. My students sent me to the hospital and gathered around my
bedside.
In my haze, I seemed to see a vision of my past self, and I spoke to myself, “This time, I didn’t let myself down.”
here.
The land of Echo Ridge had soaked up my sweat. In the second half of my life, I had been
I think no one understood me better than I did myself.
After I recovered, I couldn’t wait to dive back into work. Our team developed a new variet and we finally succeeded.
I thought, “Eleanor, may the rest of your life always be bathed in sunshine.”
The End
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