Two extremes of the same species could produce offspring through crossbreeding that inherited all their strengths?! Tang Yao had never heard such a claim before. Even more unexpected was that someone had thought of using this method to control the traits of other species. Only then did she realize that living things were not unchanging.
"Is this really useful? Wouldn't their offspring also inherit all their weaknesses, ending up ugly, frail, sickly, and difficult to raise?" Faced with this novel idea she couldn't understand, Tang Yao persisted in asking questions.
Luo Chong helplessly spread his hands and said with pursed lips, "Of course, we can't rule out what you said. But judging by probability, as long as we produce enough offspring, there will always be one or two optimized varieties we need. That's enough. Once we obtain an optimized variety, we'll have them reproduce as much as possible, expand the population of the improved variety, and gradually eliminate the old variety.
"However, the earliest sires and dams must also be preserved. Even with an improved variety, no one can say after how many generations their ancestral traits might reappear. That's what genetics calls recessive genes. They're generally passed down across generations—for example, whether someone can curl their tongue, or has double eyelids or dimples. Just because your child doesn't have those traits doesn't mean your grandchildren won't."
Luo Chong was no professional lecturer, and Tang Yao found it difficult to understand him. One of them didn't know what he was talking about, while the other didn't know what he was saying. Still, Tang Yao was left with one impression: Chieftain Han seemed incredibly impressive. How did he know everything?
Without knowing what had come over her, Tang Yao suddenly asked, "Then, if a brilliant chieftain and someone proficient in Medical