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"How is it?" Doctor Ye squatted down next to Elder Ning, and the two of them were hidden tightly by the half-man-high rice.

Old Ning carefully observed the rice grains in his hand and nodded: "Yes, if this continues, her family's farm will indeed yield a few more percent than others."

"In your opinion, how many kilograms can be harvested from this acre of land?" Doctor Ye asked

"Look here." Ning Lao also picked a top rice grain from the fertile field next door, crushed it in his hand, and only got an empty shell. Not only that, the rice ears next door were also few, and the rice grains were not full.

"This..." Doctor Ye saw the difference between the two kinds of rice at a glance. The rice ears of Suihe's rice were full of rice grains, and each grain was covered with starch.

"Do you know how much grain we can harvest from this acre of land if we continue to develop in this way?" Mr. Ning smiled mysteriously.

"How much? Three or four hundred kilograms?" Doctor Ye asked. Normally, three or four hundred kilograms per acre is already a good harvest. This acre of land will only be more.

Ning Lao shook his head: "Guess again"

Doctor Ye thought for a while and carefully said a number, "500-600 kilograms." 500-600 kilograms was a number he dared not even think about.

"At least a thousand kilograms." Elder Ning gave Doctor Ye a number and looked at Doctor Ye's shocked expression with satisfaction.

"What? Over a thousand pounds? How is that possible?"

"How is it impossible? You can see the difference of this rice yourself." Old Ning looked at the fertile fields of Suihe family with burning eyes. "This is also the reason why the higher-ups sent me here. The yield of grain is over a thousand kilograms per mu. What the girl said in the letter was too conservative."

"You are not kidding, are you? Over a thousand pounds, this is not a joke." Doctor Ye felt that his breathing had changed and his head was dizzy. He suspected that there was something wrong with his ears and he had heard it wrongly.

"Am I kidding you? To be honest, I don't want to believe it either, but after observing it for the past few days, I have to believe it." Old Ning sighed, "I came here to see if those rice ears were just isolated cases. After coming here, I found that there really is such a high-yield grain in the world."

"Great! If this thing can be popularized, there won't be so many people starving to death when natural disasters or man-made disasters occur again." Old Ning, who has been dealing with grain all his life, dreams of finding high-yield grains. When he saw the heavy rice for the first time in front of His Majesty one day, he almost lost his composure in front of the palace. How could he remain calm when the thing he had been looking for all his life suddenly appeared in front of him?

This time he came to Qingshan Village, he also asked His Majesty to allow him to come here.

"But why is it that with the same water and the same land, her family grows so well?" Mr. Ye also looked at the rice field and asked, "Could it be because of the rice seeds?"

"I don't think it's all because of the rice seeds." Mr. Ning stood up and pointed to the rice field next to him: "Look, what's the difference between these two fields?"

Doctor Ye followed Elder Ning's line of sight and looked at the two fields: "I don't see any difference."

"Look carefully, isn't it very dense in this field, and very sparse over there?" Old Ning pointed to two places and said, "Look at the rice of the Chen family, isn't there such a phenomenon?"

"You know what, it's true." Doctor Ye carefully compared the two plots of land and said, "I've seen the Chen family grow rice before. Their method of growing rice is different from ours."

"Different? How are they different?" Hearing this, Mr. Ning became interested and asked hurriedly.

Old Ning recalled what he heard in the village at that time: "Everyone in the village knows about this. Their family first cultivated the fields, then raised the seedlings, and finally transplanted them, just like they planted vegetables one by one. I think it's called transplanting rice."

"Raise the fields, grow seedlings, and transplant rice seedlings." Mr. Ning repeated these two sentences over and over again, and then his eyes lit up: "Great, great, raise the fields first, and then transplant the rice seedlings in. This will avoid the phenomenon of seedlings clumping together, and can also provide the seedlings with balanced nutrition."

"I'll write this method down for him when I get back." Mr. Ning thought for a moment: "But even if we use all of this acre of land for planting, I'm afraid it won't be possible for the whole country to plant it in a short time."

"When the time comes, can you ask Suihe if you can find more grain seeds? The more the better," Doctor Ye said.

"I'll ask you when the time comes. I'll send you a letter of divorce when I get back and explain the situation here so that the officials can prepare."

At night, Ning Lao opened his eyes, listened to the noises around him, walked to the window, opened it carefully, took out a bone flute and started playing.

A moment later, a peregrine falcon landed silently on the windowsill. Mr. Ning took out a bamboo tube and tied it to the peregrine falcon's feet. The next second, the peregrine falcon disappeared into the sky.

Seeing no movement outside, Mr. Ning closed the window, went to bed and closed his eyes.

At the same time, the other window that was open a crack also closed silently.

In the early morning, Sui He opened the window, breathed in the fresh air, and stretched his body.

She took a basin of water, washed her face to wake herself up, patted her cheeks, and used a wooden hairpin to tie her hair up.

After washing my face, I stood at the gate of the yard and splashed water down.

Aunt Li walked through the gate of Suihe yard carrying a basket of soybeans on her back.

"Aunt Li, why are you going out so early?" Sui He said

"The soybeans are ripe at home. I'm going to pick them up." Aunt Li tilted her basket to let Sui He see: "Sui He, are you still harvesting soybeans this year?"

"Collect, Aunt Li, please send it over after you dry it. There are people in the workshop." Sui He looked at the basket full of bean pods.

Aunt Li picked all the bean pods and left the remaining bean stalks in the field. After they dried up, she would pick them up and use them as firewood.

"Okay, I've planted a lot this year. I'll dry them and send them to you." Aunt Li smiled and nodded when she heard Sui He say he wanted to harvest.

This year, not only her family planted a lot of soybeans, but many families also planted a lot of soybeans, thinking that they would sell them all to Suihe’s workshop after the harvest.

The annual harvest is also accepted, and all the crops are harvested.

Days passed by in Mr. Ning's expectation. The rice in the fields began to turn from green to yellow. Mr. Ning no longer concealed his actions and stayed in the fields when he had nothing to do.

"Old Ning, don't guard them anymore. They won't grow legs and run away." Sui He sat by the field, helplessly watching Old Ning touching this and that.

"What do you know, little brat?" Mr. Ning ignored Suihe and continued to watch over the rice fields.

"Those who know this is rice, those who don't would think it's your son," Sui He whispered. Looking at Old Ning's appearance, she was reminded of another grandfather who dealt with rice.

In late July, the weather was getting hotter and hotter. The rice in the rice fields had all changed color. The rice in Qingshan Village had matured in large areas.

The rice harvest is a big event, and all the men, women and children in the village will go out to play.

But the villagers of Qingshan Village did not stay in their own fields. Instead, they all gathered at the edge of Suihe's field and stood there.