Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

Seeing the statue, Su Jiahe was filled with awe, and an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.

"I know this man," Wang Mang quickly introduced him to Song Yingxing. "He's a great modern agriculturist. He led the research on hybrid rice. We all call him Master Yuan."

"So the rice that yielded 3,000 kilograms per mu was cultivated by this gentleman. I really admire him." Song Yingxing bowed respectfully to the statue of Mr. Yuan. "If I have the honor of meeting you, and you can teach me a little bit of your breeding skills, I can save many people."

Hearing Song Yingxing say this, Su Jiahe sighed softly and showed a look of regret.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Yuan passed away three years ago."

"What? Mr. Yuan is gone, how could this happen?" Wang Mang was shocked.

"Really? If you don't believe me, search it." Su Jiahe said.

Wang Mang took out his cell phone and searched, only to find out that Mr. Yuan had really passed away.

"Alas, the last time I saw Mr. Yuan on the news was more than 20 years ago. At that time, he could still go to the fields himself. I didn't expect time to pass so quickly." Wang Mang also sighed deeply.

"It turns out that the old man has passed away. It seems that we will not be able to meet again." Song Yingxing bowed to the statue again before continuing to move forward.

The third exhibition hall introduced many advanced rice cultivation techniques and some genetic pedigree charts. Su Jiahe didn't quite understand them, but followed Song Yingxing quietly.

"Mr. Song, can you understand it?" Wang Mang asked.

"The knowledge of later generations is too profound, and I don't understand it either." Song Yingxing said truthfully.

"It's okay. Let Miss Su buy you some books and take them back to study slowly."

"Really? Thank you very much." Song Yingxing said excitedly.

After a while, several people came to a display board that recorded Mr. Yuan's life.

"Well said, a grain of rice can save a country, but a grain of rice can also bring down a country." Song Yingxing couldn't help but burst into tears as he read the words above.

After visiting all the parts, the group returned to the hall. Song Yingxing walked under the tall rice model and looked up at the golden rice ears.

"Enjoying the coolness under the wheat, what an interesting dream."

When I walked out of the door, the gloomy clouds in the sky had dispersed, and the sunlight shone through the transparent ceiling of the hall, making people feel warm.

"Mr. Song, we have almost finished touring Changsha. Let's go to the surrounding cities." Wang Mang said.

"No need. I've been playing outside for so many days. I really trouble you." Song Yingxing waved his hand. "I just want to read more books from later generations. There are so many things to learn."

"Okay, let's go back now."

Su Jiahe booked a plane ticket, and that night, the three of them returned to their villa in Bohai.

"Who is this grandpa?" Liu Ziran was the first to walk over when he saw Song Yingxing.

"This is the famous scientist Song Yingxing." Su Jiahe introduced him to everyone.

"Mr. Song, we know you."

"Nice to meet you."

When the three boys and He Shuangqing heard Song Yingxing's name, they all stepped forward enthusiastically to shake hands, only Daji looked confused.

"Old man, what year are you from?"

"Ming Dynasty, Sister Su, haven't you learned that much yet?" Liu Jun turned around and said to Daji.

"No, I just learned about the Northern Song Dynasty."

"Come on, Sister Su, it will be soon."

The next morning, Su Jiahe took Song Yingxing to the library in Bohai City.

"Mr. Song, there are books of various categories here, you can read them at will." Su Jiahe said.

As soon as Song Yingxing entered the reading room, he was shocked by the rows of bookcases filled with books.

"With so many books, can anyone read them?"

"Of course. Look at all the people in the library, they're all reading."

There were many people sitting in the reading area: elderly people wearing reading glasses, reading newspapers, young people working at computers, and students studying. Song Yingxing selected a science book, found a seat in a corner, and began to study carefully.

In order to accompany Song Yingxing, Su Jiahe also chose a novel she liked and read it.

The library was very quiet and before I knew it, the morning had passed.

"Mr. Song, would you like to eat?" Su Jiahe asked in a low voice.

"I'm not hungry yet. If Miss Su is hungry, go and eat by yourself." Song Yingxing didn't even have time to raise his head.

Seeing Song Yingxing working day and night, Su Jiahe felt guilty.

Ever since I got a smartphone, I haven't been able to read a book in peace. Today, I went to the library and finally felt the long-lost tranquility of reading.

The two sat in the library and did not return to the villa until sunset.

"You're back." Wang Mang held Yingying's hand with one hand and opened the door for the two of them with the other.

"Sister." Seeing Su Jiahe, Yingying happily stretched out her arms and asked for a hug.

"Yingying, why are you here?" Although Su Jiahe missed Yingying very much, he was afraid that receiving tourists would affect her.

"Oh, Aunt Yang called me today and said that Yingying talked about us every day. I couldn't bear it, so I brought her here." Wang Mang said.

"Miss Su, is this little girl also your sister? She is so cute." Song Yingxing looked at Yingying lovingly.

Yingying opened her big watery eyes, stared at Song Yingxing for a few seconds, and said in an innocent voice: "This grandpa also came from the past."

"Yes, I came here from four hundred years ago." Song Yingxing said with a smile.

When Wang Mang heard Yingying say this, he was stunned.

"How would she know? I never told her."

"It's okay, Yingying won't tell anyone." Su Jiahe leaned over and touched Yingying's little head.

"Okay, I won't tell anyone." Yingying nodded obediently.

After dinner, the three boys returned to the villa next door. Due to a shortage of rooms, they had to stay separately for the time being.

"Miss Su, do you have paper and pen here?" Song Yingxing asked.

"You want paper and pen? I remember we have some here." Su Jiahe rummaged through boxes and cabinets for a long time and finally found a set of four treasures of the study, which were left over from the time Ying Zheng used them last time.

"Is this enough? If not, I'll go out and buy some."

"That's enough, thank you." Song Yingxing took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, returned to the guest room and closed the door.

"Yingying, it's getting late. Let me take you to bed." Wang Mang said to Yingying who was watching cartoons.

"Brother Wang, Yingying is a girl. It's not appropriate for you to take her with you. You'd better sleep with me." Su Jiahe quickly pulled Yingying's hand.

"You are still a little girl, how can you take care of a child?" Wang Mang quickly stopped Su Jiahe. "I have already promised her that I will take care of Yingying."

"Have you ever taken care of a child?" Su Jiahe asked back.

"I... can learn."

The two were arguing when Yingying suddenly turned off the TV and looked up and said, "Grandpa Wang, Sister Su, I can take care of myself."

"Yingying can take care of herself now. She's made great progress." Su Jiahe kissed Yingying, "Then sleep with me."

Yingying washed up, took off her clothes, and went to bed. Su Jiahe didn't want to disturb Yingying, so he had to play with his phone under the quilt until late at night.

The next morning, after Su Jiahe got up, she found that Song Yingxing had not moved for a long time, so she hurriedly knocked on the guest room door.

"Miss Su, you're awake." Song Yingxing opened the door with his clothes on, looking a little tired.

"Mr. Song, am I disturbing you?"

"No, no, I should get up too." Song Yingxing yawned. "I was writing notes last night and stayed up late. I just woke up now."

Only then did Su Jiahe see that there were many neatly written manuscripts on the table.

"Mr. Song, did you write all this?"

"I saw so much during the day that I only remember the general idea."

"That's amazing. You can remember it after reading it once. I can't remember anything after reading for a whole day." Su Jiahe exclaimed in admiration.

Song Yingxing put on his clothes and went out to the library again.

"Sister, I want to read a book too." Yingying said.

"Okay, let's go together."

Although Yingying is a little special, she never causes trouble, so Su Jiahe feels safe taking her out.

When they arrived at the library, Song Yingxing continued to look up science books, while Su Jiahe accompanied Yingying to read picture books. The three of them spent a fulfilling day.

"The future is so good. There are so many books to read and everyone can read." On the way home, Song Yingxing couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes, people always say 'Books are the golden house', so they attach great importance to reading," said Su Jiahe.

"Books hold a golden house." Song Yingxing was stunned for a moment. "Does it mean that people in later generations still study for a golden house?"