Zhu Chao accompanied me to watch short videos

Just as Ying Zheng was astonished at such a large output, the video continued to play. This time he finally understood why the old man in the video was respected by so many people.

[However, this is far from over. This is just the beginning. Thanks to the unremitting efforts of Yuan and his team, the yield of hybrid rice continues to increase.]

Above the sky, what is displayed before your eyes is an endless stretch of rice fields, with golden rice waves rolling and each rice ear full and heavy, swaying in the wind and shining with brilliant light.

Mr. Yuan was in the middle of it, and the smile on his face was the joy after success, the satisfaction with the present, and the expectation for the future.

As Yuan Lao's figure gradually disappeared, the BGM suddenly became high-spirited and stirring, and lines of small words appeared on the video.

[In 2000, the yield of hybrid rice exceeded 700 kilograms per mu! ]

[In 2004, the yield of hybrid rice exceeded 800 kilograms per mu! ]

[In 2011, the yield of hybrid rice exceeded 900 kilograms per mu! ]

[In 2014, the yield of hybrid rice exceeded 1000 kilograms per mu! ]

[In 2020, the double-season hybrid rice yield exceeded 1500 kilograms per mu! ]

[In 2021, the double-season yield of the third-generation hybrid rice exceeded 1600 kilograms per mu! ]

At this moment, everyone watching the video, whether they are in the past or in the modern times, is in awe!

Countless emperors and generals stood up and saluted!

The farmers working in the fields also put down their hoes and saluted from afar!

From this moment on, they had new gods.

He was a kind and gentle old man.

His name is Yuan Longping!

……

——"Wow, I am in tears, rest in peace, Mr. Yuan!"

——"When you came, warlords were fighting each other and the land was full of starvation. When you left, the crops were plentiful and the country was peaceful and the people were safe."

——"Grandpa Yuan, I ate well this year and didn't waste any food."

——"At that time, Mr. Yuan was busy with research and development. He ran between the laboratory and the rice fields every day, and even missed the last time he saw my father."

——"Wow, I remember a new type of rice that was researched that increased rice straw by 80% and reduced rice production by 3%. Many people ridiculed Grandpa Yuan, saying it was a pity that people didn't eat grass. I really want to kill those people!"

——"I still remember when Grandpa Yuan touched a luxury car and was scolded, I went to the comment section and scolded him for a long time. I didn't dare to leave for a moment, for fear that the other party would think I was a coward!"

——"The contemporary Shennong, the master will live forever!"

——"This is a true unparalleled national hero. Mr. Yuan deserves to be enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple."

——"Girls, don't pay attention to other people's eyes. Mr. Yuan asked us to eat well. Why do others have the right to say irresponsible things about us?"

——"Everyone, feel the spine on your back. One section was given to you by Mr. Yuan and other predecessors."

——"The dream of enjoying the coolness under the rice plants, Mr. Yuan should have realized this dream!"

Qin Dynasty.

Ying Zheng was so shocked that he was almost numb at this moment, and the only five big words left lingering in his mind were "more than 3,000 kilograms per mu".

A full three thousand kilograms!

If the crops in his Great Qin could yield 3,000 catties per mu, no, even if it was only 1,000 catties per mu, then the foundation of his Great Qin would be as solid as Mount Tai.

Not to mention Hu Hai succeeding to the throne, even if ten Hu Hais succeeded to the throne one after another, as long as they were not extremely wasteful, his Great Qin would not perish!

It’s a pity that the afterlife is out of reach, and is ultimately just a mirage that is within reach but out of reach.

Thinking of this, Ying Zheng sighed barely audible, then cheered up.

Since later generations can increase grain production several times, they may not be unable to do so. Even if they cannot reach 3,000 kilograms, as long as there is an improvement, it means that they are developing in a good direction.

"Pass on my decree. Regardless of whether you are from the government or the public, or your nationality, anyone who has a plan to increase production will be heavily rewarded!"

"Lis!"

"Build a temple for Mr. Yuan! Sculpt a golden statue for him to be worshipped by the people!"

Li Si, who had not yet recovered from the shock, was startled by Ying Zheng's sudden name calling. After reacting, he hesitated and said, "Your Majesty, the ancestors built a temple for the later generations. This... is not appropriate!"

It's not that he didn't want to, it's just that such a thing was a little unbelievable.

"There's nothing wrong with that! I have made up my mind and will announce it to the world immediately. I want everyone to know that from today on, Mr. Yuan is the God of Agriculture of the Qin Dynasty!" Ying Zheng's tone was firm, revealing a decision that could not be refuted.

Since all the people in the world can see the sky curtain, this temple must be built. Otherwise, how can we win the hearts of the people?

……

Han Dynasty.

Liu Che's eyes were red at this moment!

He is so sour!

He is so jealous!

Three thousand kilograms of yield per mu, what a concept! It could support the Han cavalry to roam around the world. If the Huns dared to take a second look, the Han cavalry would go deep into their territory, kill all the men, take away the cattle and sheep, and shake the yolks off the eggs.

If there were earthworms in the desert, they would be able to chop all the earthworms vertically before leaving.

If the Huns still refuse to submit, there will no longer be Huns in this world, there will only be a group of herdsmen who are good at singing and dancing. If he cannot do this, then he will no longer be named Liu, but Ying!

"Come here, pass on my order to study the hybrid rice method at all costs. If anyone can succeed, he will be rewarded with a thousand gold coins and be made a marquis!"

……

Northern Wei Dynasty.

Jia Sixie stared at every picture on the sky screen without blinking until the video ended, then he revealed a lost expression.

He studied agronomy for many years and knew that it was impossible for him to achieve the achievements that later generations had achieved.

Not to mention producing 3,000 kilograms per mu, he would never be able to achieve even 1,000 kilograms per mu in his lifetime.

Looking down at the book "Qimin Yaoshu" that he was writing, a hint of bitterness flashed across Jia Sixie's eyes.

Such an achievement really makes his so-called ancestor feel ashamed.

However, he still has to be grateful to that old man from later generations. His method of increasing rice production gave him many inspirations, and all the confusions he had in the past have now become clear.

Jia Sixie stood up, smoothed his beard and straightened his clothes, then bowed deeply to the sky.

This gift was not for personal gain, but for the common people, just to let him know that...

I am not alone!

……

Tang Dynasty.

"Three thousand catties per mu?" Li Shimin's hand trembled, and the wine glass that should have been placed to his mouth tilted upwards by two points, directly showing that he was drinking through his nostrils.

Instantly, a spicy and sour feeling rushed to my head

"Puff, cough, cough, cough! Cough, cough, cough!"

After a violent coughing fit, Li Shimin finally calmed down, took a few deep breaths, and looked at Changsun Wuji, Wei Zheng and others whom he had just called over.

"Tell me what you think about this matter."

Wei Dapengzi was the first to speak: "Your Majesty, as the ruler of a country, your every word and action represents the majesty of the emperor. You really shouldn't drink when meeting with your subjects, and you really shouldn't drink through your nostrils!"

As he spoke, Wei Zheng could not help laughing, as he had already foreseen the scene where Li Shimin's defense would be broken.

Damn it, am I asking about your opinion on this matter?

Li Shimin's face turned dark and he was preparing for a "battle of the century" with Wei Zheng. Although the result was obvious, how could he, as an emperor, admit defeat?

But when the words came to my lips, I suddenly thought of the small words on the sky.

Small words like "anxious", "broken defense", "classic" and so on often float across the sky. If you confront someone who says these words head-on, you will often end up falling into a trap and being at a disadvantage.

But if you don't confront them and instead go along with what they say, it will often be the other party who gets angry first.

Thinking of this, Li Shimin immediately changed his mind. Instead of getting angry, he smiled and said, "Continue!"

"Quick! Xuancheng, scold me again, otherwise I will always feel it's not real!"

Wei Zheng: "..."