Chapter 558

"Ping'an, your golden rice is of great significance; after research and decision by the higher-ups, the six acres of land will be under martial law all day during the harvest of the super golden rice!"

Director Wang was very serious.

Wan Ping'an nodded.

He had been psychologically prepared for a long time.

From ancient times to the present, in any country, food is the most important of all important things; it is the prerequisite for everything, and no one can ignore it.

The super golden rice is too excellent.

Who could not value it?

"Ping'an, you've given the higher-ups a headache, do you know that?"

"Once your super golden rice is promoted nationwide—even if it can't be promoted nationwide and can only be promoted in some areas—it's still a huge matter."

"It can solve the food problem for countless people; the higher-ups have a headache—how should they reward you?"

"An ordinary first-class merit or special-class merit is not enough to reward your contribution."

Director Wang wasn't jealous at all.

He and Old Zhou were the same kind of people—all selfless contributors to the country and the people.

The next day.

Early morning.

Before dawn.

The six acres of land were placed under martial law.

To minimize the sensation, at Wan Ping'an's request, the martial law was implemented in a relatively low-key manner; the elite forces who came were all dressed in plain clothes.

Controlling the surroundings.

Before the harvest was completed, anyone other than those working on the six acres of land who approached would be persuaded to leave.

Those who were stubborn would be arrested directly.

"Ping'an, this formation is too big; I really admire you."

Shazhu was scared.

The elite forces responsible for the control were all true elites; many had come down from the front lines, and a slight glare from them was chilling.

Even though Shazhu was carefree, he wasn't stupid; he could tell what kind of people were responsible for the control.

They were also required not to walk around at will.

On the six acres of land, during the harvest of the super golden rice, there were only two people: one was Wan Ping'an, and the other was Niu Niu from the Sun family.

A three-year-old child had no ability to do bad things, so no one would suspect her.

The harvested super golden rice was all packed and transported away to be used as seeds for small-scale promotion; Wan Ping'an didn't keep a single grain.

He wanted to keep some, and of course, he could have kept a portion.

He thought about the many people who were still starving; the earlier it was promoted and the earlier it was produced, the earlier it could benefit the people, perhaps avoiding the three-year great famine.

Before time-traveling.

He had heard the elderly recount those three years—it was too miserable!