He arrived at the Temporary Laboratory for edible fungi.
To keep the greenhouse temperature controllable, the Temporary Laboratory for edible fungi could only cover the exterior of the greenhouses with insulating layers and install several large industrial air conditioners.
Inside the experimental greenhouse, which had been divided into small rooms,
Shu Ya wore a full protective suit and a filter helmet as she inspected the cultivation bags one by one, occasionally taking samples and making records.
Although she was cultivating edible fungi, Shu Ya did not let down her guard. Edible fungi were still fungi, after all, and inhaling large quantities of spores could cause fungal respiratory infections.
Many farmers and workers who had spent years in the edible mushroom industry suffered fungal infections to varying degrees because they neglected protective measures.
In fact, this was a common bad habit among many grassroots laborers in the country.
For example, air conditioner installers working at height did not use safety ropes, while stone-cutting workers did not wear dust masks.
Such situations were extremely common.
Many people could afford protective gear, but they thought they were experienced hands and could rely on their skill and nerve. Little did they know that if you walk by the river often enough, your shoes are bound to get wet.
As the saying went, those who drowned were often the ones who knew how to swim.
This was also something Jiang Miao had repeatedly emphasized to Shu Ya. Nothing else mattered more than health; the body was the foundation of everything.
Therefore, ever since she began researching edible fungi at South Lake Farm, Shu Ya had always worn a protective suit and helmet when entering the greenhouse to conduct research.
Just as Shu Ya was intently examining the cultivation bags, the walkie-talkie on her belt rang.