Chapter 111

Yan Fugui made up his mind.

He must, absolutely, definitely, get on good terms with Wan Ping'an.

"Definitely not."

"Just now when the big shot saw Wan Ping'an, his attitude was very kind, but not excited at all. It couldn't be relatives meeting."

"I remember now, golden rice!"

He Great Qing's eyes lit up.

He knew the yield of golden rice, which was three or four times that of ordinary rice!

The food problem is the biggest problem!

Golden rice alarming the big shot is the only reasonable explanation he can think of.

"Did you see that?"

"That is the real big shot."

"In the future, interact more with Wan Ping'an and maintain a good relationship with him. If he says a good word for you casually, it might benefit you infinitely."

Xu Fugui taught Xu Damao.

Most of the residents in the Sihe Academy were like him, teaching their children to find ways to get on good terms with Wan Ping'an.

Only Jia Zhang was full of resentment.

The Jia family and the Wan family had a grudge, and Wan Ping'an getting ahead was the thing Jia Zhang least wanted to see.

Inside the door.

"Little Wan, do you have any rice that hasn't been harvested?"

Old Zhou asked.

What Wan Ping'an had at home was rice after threshing, so the persuasiveness was limited.

"Sorry, you came late, the golden rice has all been harvested."

"However, a part of it hasn't been threshed yet, which is enough for you to take away to verify some things."

Wan Ping'an understood.

Old Zhou came down to investigate personally, so various reviews would definitely be expedited.

Soon.

Wan Ping'an took Qin Huai and went straight to the six acres of land with Old Zhou.

Get in the car.

Wan Ping'an frowned slightly.

The cars in the 1950s were hard, and the comfort was very limited.

Qin Huai was very excited.

From childhood to adulthood, this was her first time riding in a car, and she felt everything was fresh, touching it curiously.

Old Zhou looked at Wan Ping'an and nodded slightly.

Since they met, he had been observing Wan Ping'an.

Wan Ping'an's psychological quality was very good, and he had always been very calm, which most young people absolutely couldn't do, and he had a very special temperament.

Soon.

The motorcade arrived at the six acres of land.

Han Dahe and Cai Quanwu were stunned.

They knew very well what a motorcade meant in an era when cars were rare.

"Old Cai, wrong Big Black, tie him up first."

Wan Ping'an shouted as soon as he got out of the car.

He was worried that Big Black would pounce to get close and be misunderstood by the guards around Old Zhou. If he was shot to death, wouldn't Big Black have died too unjustly?

Everyone came to the piled-up rice.

It was just cut and bundled.

Not threshed.

"No wonder the yield per mu is eighteen hundred catties."

"This rice ear is more than twice as long as ordinary rice, and the rice grains are also larger than ordinary rice."

Old Zhou picked up a stalk of harvested rice.

He might not be very clear about rice planting technology, but he was very clear about the size of rice ears.

Immediately after.

Old Zhou took people to check all the harvested rice.

The golden rice ears were more than twice as large as ordinary rice ears, which was not an isolated case, but a common phenomenon, and also proof of high yield.

"Little Wan, you really did a great thing."

"If your golden rice can be promoted on a large scale quickly, the common people won't go hungry!"

Old Zhou came to Wan Ping'an.

His expression was a bit excited.

The food problem is a big problem!

Being able to solve the food problem can eliminate a major hidden danger.

Even Old Zhou, who had experienced big storms and waves, couldn't help but be a bit excited.

"Little Wan, how did you cultivate such a super high-yield golden rice?"

Old Zhou was very curious!

"Perhaps it's talent!"

"When I plant crops, it's as if a voice tells me how to do it to increase yield and resist diseases and pests."

"I only have the method, I can't provide a theoretical basis."

"I think that should be the expert's job. I farm, the method is right, they study the method, and then derive the theoretical basis."

Wan Ping'an shook his head.

Could he say he had a system?

The system was his biggest secret and his foundation for survival. Unless he had absolute certainty, he would absolutely not tell anyone.

Old Zhou nodded.

He wasn't surprised.

He had encountered similar people before. They were first-class in actual operation, but if you asked them to talk about theory, they couldn't say anything.

Can only say that God rewards them!

No!

It's God chasing them to feed them, they have to eat!

Soon.

Another motorcade arrived.

More than a dozen people got out, most of them wearing glasses, with a scholarly aura. The experts had arrived!

The experts in the early years were real experts, not the brick-experts who became rotten in the streets decades later!

"Dean Wang, you came just in time!"

Old Zhou introduced both sides.

Dean Wang of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, hearing about the golden rice with a yield of eighteen hundred catties per mu, rushed back day and night even though he was on a business trip in another place.

"Little Wan, if it can really yield eighteen hundred catties per mu, you will benefit China!"

Dean Wang nodded.

Subsequently.

He took his assistants and students and began to calculate the yield per mu.

They were cautious, just like holding a newborn baby, fearing that a small mistake would cause harm to the fragile baby.

"Little Liu, you take them to count the number of rice plants and calculate the average number of plants per plot."

Dean Wang was very responsible.

He took people to count one by one, wanting precision, and there must be no mistakes, because the food problem is too important!

Two hours later.