"Wha...what?"
Jiang Qinghe looked at Lin Yi blankly and asked doubtfully: "Again?"
Lin Yi nodded and said: "Yes!"
Jiang Qinghe was a little confused. He had obviously won, why would he do it again?
But Lin Yi had already said it, and it was impossible for him to refuse, so he could only nod his head, turned around and went to harvest the rice.
Everyone in the Su family looked puzzled and looked at each other, wondering what trick Lin Yi was playing.
When Su Chen saw the young master of the Jiang family harvesting with the sickle given by the Su family, he couldn't stand it anymore and said, "If this continues, the day lilies will be cold..."
As he finished speaking, Su Chen waved his hand, and the spiritual power in his body swept across the rice fields where Jiang Qinghe was bending to harvest. The rice peeled off one after another, falling into the baskets on the field ridges like yellow sand passing by.
"Yangtian is blessed with formations, so there can be a faster method!" Su Chen said calmly, slightly proud.
Lin Yi smiled and said: "This is better!"
He selected the hybrid seeds from the basket and gave them to Jiang Qinghe again to continue farming.
At the same time, the rice fields continue to release water, the array simulates seasonal climate, and artificial pollination is carried out.
Soon second generation hybrid rice began to appear.
In the end, the hybrid rice grew into rich and plump grains, and the golden rice fields made everyone in the Su family dumbfounded.
"So high!"
"so big!"
"So round..."
Su Chen and everyone in the Su family's eyes widened, and even the ancestor of the Su family was helped up tremblingly.
He stared at the rice field and said: "Quick, help me go and have a look..."
The head of the Su family helped the ancestor of the Su family to the edge of the field. Looking at the falling ears of rice, the ancestor of the Su family's hands trembled slightly.
"The grains are full, and the yield of each plant is much greater than what the Su family grows..."
The ancestor of the Su family had red eyes and gently touched the rice, reluctant to let go.
Jiang Qinghe was also a little confused and turned to look at Lin Yidao: "Master Lin, what is going on? Why is this happening?"
Lin Yidao: "To put it in layman's terms... it's a marriage. For example, will the Jiang family become stronger by marrying with ordinary people, or will it be stronger by marrying with other masters and hundreds of families?"
"Then there must be hundreds of schools of thought!"
Jiang Qinghe said seriously: "My father planned for me to marry the daughter of a military strategist... But that girl is too tough and I don't like it!"
Jiang Qinghe trembled when he mentioned military women.
Lin Yidao: "So the same goes for this rice. This is what I mean by asking you to choose high-quality seeds for marriage."
Jiang Qinghe nodded, seeming to understand.
However.
The ancestor of the Su family felt thoughtful when he heard Lin Yi's words. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was great truth and wisdom in it.
However, judging from Lin Yi's calm and calm attitude, he must have had experience with this.
Lin Yixiao looked at Jiang Qinghe and said, "Would you like to do it again?"
"ah?"
Lin Yidao: "Don't you want to produce a thousand catties per mu? If it succeeds, it will be your contribution, Jiang Qinghe..."
Buzz!
Jiang Qinghe's mind was shaken. He had already begun to imagine that the news that the painter mastered agricultural techniques that far surpassed those of farmers had spread throughout the world.
"Dry!"
Jiang Qinghe continued to repeat the same methods and routines as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood.
What's even more commendable is that he is becoming more and more proficient now, and the ancestor of the Su family on the side is also staring at Jiang Qinghe's operations without blinking.
time flies.
With the blessing of the rice field formation, this batch of improved hybrid rice is more productive.
At this moment, everyone in the Su family was speechless and looked at Jiang Qinghe blankly.
"Is this really Jiang Qinghe's first time?"
"He doesn't understand it at all, and he doesn't have any skills. It's really his first time,"
"He has done it three times in a row... each time is stronger than the last..."
Many of the children of the Su family turned green. For the first time, they felt like they were getting dirty. After studying farm roads for decades, they were not as good as Jiang Qinghe, a painter of roads.
but……
They also knew that this was all the result of the Prince Dayan in Confucian robes. Without his teaching skills, Jiang Qinghe would not be so strong.
For a moment, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Lin Yi.
At this time, Su Jiu stared at Lin Yi and muttered: "To marry different rice varieties, isn't this... the same agricultural technique that I have been studying? It has the same purpose but the same purpose?"
"In that case, the grafting technique that Prince Dayan mentioned... is it true?"
His eyes suddenly lit up, and his heart became hot.
Not long after.
On the ridge of the Taoyuan terraced field, there was suddenly silence, and everyone's eyes fell on the farmhouse's formation terraced field.
I saw that the rice this time was more than twice as tall as the previous two times, as tall as a man, with full grains and a strong rice fragrance.
Thump!
Su Chen sat on the ground blankly: "How... how is it possible? In one day, the process of hundreds of years of farming was completed..."
The ancestor of the Su family said: "Okay, okay, my little friend, the prince, is astonished by this technique!"
The head of the Su family looked horrified and murmured in a low voice: "How could it be possible... His father was pushed on the field ridge by me and blasted with a hammer. How could the Dayan court master such agricultural skills?"
The elders and disciples of the Su family also looked horrified, and then they went to the fields one after another to study the rice themselves.
"Master Lin... I planted this?"
Jiang Qinghe couldn't believe that this was true. He, a newcomer who had never been exposed to farm roads, severely defeated the genius of the Su family.
The prince's agricultural skills are really terrifying!
Not only the arts of literature, painting, medicine, but now the agricultural arts are also going to crush the Su family. He increasingly suspects that all the schools of thought are related to Lin Yi...
Lin Yi nodded: "Yes!"
"yeah!"
Jiang Qinghe clenched his fists excitedly.
Lin Yi looked at Su Chen and said, "Do you want to address me?"
"..."
Su Chen was silent and shook his head in despair: "Your Highness, why bother humiliating me again?"
The ancestor of the Su family glanced at Su Chen and said to the head of the Su family beside him: "Send me there..."
He pointed to the bronze statue on the ridge of the field.
The head of the Su family stiffened, and finally fell silent. He pushed the ancestor of the Su family to the front, and then the ancestor of the Su family broke the bronze statue.
"From now on, no one should mention even a single word about that time..." said the ancestor of the Su family.
"yes!"
"yes!"
Everyone in the Su family responded, then bowed their heads and fell silent, feeling ashamed.
Lin Yi nodded slightly and said with a chuckle: "Senior Su, how are you doing with your agricultural skills?"
"Magic!"
The ancestor of the Su family said: "If my ancestor Shennong of the Su family could see this scene, I am afraid he would not dare to call himself Shennong..."
He sighed.
Lin also asked a painter's son, who didn't know anything about agriculture, to grow such agricultural crops just through oral instructions.
If this isn't magic, what is it?
Su Jiu on the side suddenly said: "Your Highness, the grafting technique you mentioned... is really feasible. Is it the same as this rice? And... what is the name of this technique?"
Everyone looked at Lin Yi with anticipation on their faces.
