Chapter 221

Yan Fugui made up his mind.

He must, absolutely, definitely, build a good relationship with Wan Ping'an.

"Definitely not."

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

"I remember now, golden rice!"

He Daqing's eyes lit up.

He knew the yield of golden rice; it 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 could think of.

"Did you see that?"

"That is a real big shot."

"In the future, interact more with Wan Ping'an and keep a good relationship with him; if he says a good word for you, you might benefit infinitely."

Xu Fugui lectured Xu Damao.

Most of the residents in the Sihe Academy were the same as him, teaching their children to find ways to build a good relationship with Wan Ping'an.

Only Jia Zhangshi was full of resentment.

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

Inside the door.

"Little Wan, do you have any unharvested rice?"

Old Zhou asked.

What was in Wan Ping'an's house was all threshed rice, which had limited persuasiveness.

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

"However, there is a part that hasn't been threshed, enough for you to take away to verify some things."

Wan Ping'an figured it out.

Old Zhou came down to inspect it himself, so all kinds of reviews would definitely be expedited.

Soon.

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

Get in the car.

Wan Ping'an frowned slightly.

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

Qin Huairu was very excited.

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

Old Zhou nodded slightly at Wan Ping'an.

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

Wan Ping'an's psychological quality was very good; he had 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, make Da Hei suffer a bit and tie him up first."

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

He was worried that Da Hei would lunge up to be affectionate and be misunderstood by the guards around Old Zhou; if he was shot dead, wouldn't Da Hei have died too unjustly?

Everyone came to the stacked rice.

It was just cut and bundled.

It hadn't been threshed.

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

"These rice ears are 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 and checked all the harvested rice.

The golden rice ears were more than twice as large as ordinary rice ears; this wasn't an isolated case, but a universal phenomenon, which was also proof of high yield.

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

"If your golden rice can be rapidly promoted on a large scale, 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 could eliminate a major hidden danger.

Even Old Zhou, who had experienced great storms, 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!