"How fast?" Lin Yi asked.
"It depends on fate!" Jiang Qinghe said.
"Are you serious?"
Lin Yi looked at Jiang Qinghe and had begun to have the idea of not wanting to go to the various schools of thought one by one.
Jiang Qinghe, who also serves as a 'tour guide', is really unreliable.
If we keep searching like this, who knows how many years will it be?
Jiang Qinghe said helplessly: "Master Lin, this is how these farmers' children live. They have no fixed place to live. The only place where they can be found is in the fields..."
“This Taoyuan Rice Terraces is quite famous, it’s not a big problem to find it!”
"Master Lin, just stay in the restaurant and leave the rest to me..."
Jiang Qinghe was very confident, patted his chest and left the restaurant, going out to find out the news.
Lin Yi sighed lightly.
In his opinion, the study tour seemed a bit slow.
He was worried that if this continued, the extraterrestrial demon would arrive before the integration was complete.
"I have to think of a way to let people from various schools of thought take the initiative to find me, so that we can save money."
…
at the same time.
Deep in the mountains of Chuansui County, clouds and mist shrouded the sky.
Large tracts of terraced fields are looming in the clouds and mist, like a ladder ascending from the world to the sky. They are spectacular and magnificent.
This is the Taoyuan Rice Terraces.
In the terraced fields, many farmers are working in the fields, planting rice, and some are studying seedlings.
People were bent over and busy, with their backs to the sky and their faces to the fields.
now.
Somewhere on a field ridge, several young people gathered together. One of them, whose trousers were covered with mud, was wearing a bamboo hat and was squatting on the field ridge, holding seedlings in his hand to watch.
Several young people beside him also stared at him seriously.
"After our improvement, this seedling should be able to produce three hundred kilograms per mu this time..." the squatting young man said.
"In this way, the ancestor can return to the embrace of his ancestors with peace of mind..."
"Yes, our ancestors have worked hard all their lives to achieve a yield of three hundred kilograms per mu. Now this is the last hope!"
"The ancestor's health is getting worse day by day. His biggest wish is to see a yield of three hundred kilograms per mu..."
The expressions of several young people were solemn, and there was a bit of worry in their brows.
"Success or failure depends on this!"
The squatting young man used his spiritual energy to instill it into the seedlings, and soon the seedlings grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.
From the seedling stage to the tillering stage, and then gradually to the booting stage, to the heading and flowering stage, and then to the milk and maturity stage.
Finally...the original seedlings slowly entered the yellow ripening stage in the hands of the young man, and the rich and substantial grains with a hint of golden color appeared in the eyes of several people.
They were originally full of hope, but after seeing the number of grains... they gradually became disappointed and lost.
The squatting young man's body trembled slightly, and he said in a daze: "We have worked hard for so long...and expected for so long, but we still failed!"
"Why? Why can't the yield exceed 300 kilograms per mu?"
"Our farmers have not made any further progress in the past thousand years. Why can't we make a breakthrough?"
"I'm not willing to give in!"
The eyes of several young people were full of unwillingness, their fists were clenched, and their dark faces were full of despair.
The squatting young man stood up, glanced at the people around him, and said, "Let's go back! Some things have to be faced after all. I hope the ancestor can let go of his obsession..."
"Brother Chen, our seedling cultivation has failed. Brother Ninth, I don't know what to do?" A young man asked.
The young man said: "This guy Su Jiu is quite imaginative. He is trying to make peaches and pears grow on the apple trees. If he succeeds, it will be a great feat for our farmers..."
"But if this happens, your competition with Ninth Brother... will fail. I'm afraid that the position of young master..."
"yes!"
Several young people were loyal followers of Su Chen and disciples who studied rice seedlings together. They were on the same line.
And the Ninth Brother Su Jiu they call is a different path for the farmer.
Both of them are competing for the position of the young master of the farm family, and the condition is that they can succeed in what they are responsible for.
Now Su Chen's plan to produce three hundred kilograms of rice per mu has failed.
This undoubtedly made the balance of victory begin to tilt towards Su Jiu.
"Our farm family does not strive for fame and fortune. Whether we succeed or not is a huge contribution to the farm family. The position of young master... I don't care!"
Su Chen smiled and shook his head. He didn't have much pursuit of the position of Young Master. His only pursuit was the hope of achieving a breakthrough.
Benefit the entire human race.
That's all.
Su Chen washed his feet in the field and took several young people down the mountain.
"Su, did you go down the mountain so soon today?"
"How is it? Whether the seedlings you researched are successful or not, we ordinary people depend on you..."
Along the way, many farmers greeted Su Chen and others, showing their big yellow teeth.
Their skin is dark, and the wrinkles on their foreheads are so deep that they can trap mosquitoes, but they give people a simple feeling.
Su Chen said: "Uncle, I have nothing to do today, so I will go back early. The matter of the rice seedlings is still under study..."
The farmer smiled and said: "Okay, we mud-legged people are waiting for your three hundred kilograms per mu!"
"good!"
Su Chen nodded slightly, "Let's get busy, uncles, let's go back first..."
He spoke in dialect and also gave people a sense of intimacy.
It is rare for them to treat ordinary people with this kind of mentality after they are saints.
However.
Beside several carriages at the foot of Taoyuan Terraces, a young man in a Confucian shirt was riding on a horse, waiting quietly.
This young man is none other than Jiang Qinghe.
"The fellow villagers say that Su Chen and the others from the farm are cultivating seedlings on the Taoyuan terraces... there should be nothing wrong with that!"
Jiang Qinghe waited quietly.
At this moment, Su Chen and others walked down the mountain together, and immediately saw Jiang Qinghe, who was incompatible with their image.
"Confucian shirt, literary monk?" Su Chen glanced at Jiang Qinghe, didn't care, got on the bullock cart and prepared to leave.
Jiang Qinghe rode forward and blocked the way of Su Chen and others.
The clothes of Su Chen and others were no different from those of ordinary farmers, and Jiang Qinghe couldn't tell whether they were children of farmers or not.
But... Jiang Qinghe felt that these people's eyes were unusual.
Ordinary farmers are not like this.
"A boy from a farm family?"
Jiang Qinghe also asked directly.
Su Chen raised his head and stared at Jiang Qinghe, frowning: "Who are you?"
"That's right!"
Jiang Qinghe took a long breath, looked at Su Chen and others with a smile, cupped his hands and said, "Brothers, Jiang Qinghe is the twenty-seventh generation grandson of the painting saint. By the way, my father Jiang Erhe is the head of the Jiang family! "
Jiang Qinghe patted his chest, feeling a little proud.
"Master Jiang?"
Su Chen obviously knew about Jiang Erhe's existence. He raised his hands and said, "I have seen Brother Jiang. I wonder why Brother Jiang blocked our way?"
Jiang Qinghe smiled and said: "Nothing, I want to take you to a place!"
Su Chen frowned and said, "Where?"
"There is someone in Chuansui County who wants to see you!"
"who?"
"Prince Dayan!"
Jiang Qinghe smiled slightly, Su Chen and others were shocked and looked at each other.
