Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

Chapter 169: The 169 mu yielded 3,000 jin of rice—it was simply a miracle.
"Haha, Brother Wang is so free and easy." Song Yingxing couldn't help laughing.

"Mr. Song, please eat your food quickly and try the delicacies of later generations." Wang Mang quickly filled Song Yingxing's plate with food.

Song Yingxing took a bite of the fried pork with chili peppers and showed an expression of great surprise.

"There are such delicacies in the world! Even the nobles may not be able to enjoy such dishes."

After a while, the table was cleared of dishes and Su Jiahe walked to the counter to pay the bill.

"No, no, we are old friends, I'll treat you." Sister Lin quickly stopped Su Jiahe who was about to pay.

"This is not good." Su Jiahe insisted on paying the bill.

"Jiahe, you don't need me to pay." Wang Mang also walked to the counter and showed his WeChat payment code, only to find that he had no balance.

"Brother Wang, I've treated you to this table. How can I go back on my word?" Sister Lin simply hid the payment code under the table.

"Then I'd rather obey your command. I'll treat you another day." Wang Mang smiled awkwardly, put away his phone, and quickly turned and walked away.

Su Jiahe felt bad, so before leaving, he put a few hundred yuan in cash under the plate.

"Brother Wang really has a wide circle of friends. I can still meet old friends here." Song Yingxing sighed.

"I used to do business all over the place, so I've been to a lot of places. I'm familiar with Changsha, so just follow me."

"Brother Wang, are you sure? Then I won't make a travel guide." Su Jiahe said.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

The next day, Wang Mang took Song Yingxing and Su Jiahe on a trip to Changsha. Of course, Wang Mang did not disappoint them, and he knew all about the authentic food and interesting attractions.

"Brother Wang, it's been twenty years, and you still remember it so clearly." Su Jiahe said in disbelief.

"Of course, I have a good memory. It's just that the city has changed so rapidly in the past twenty years that I don't recognize many places anymore."

Over two days, the group cruised along the Xiangjiang River, ate delicious food, visited various museums, and had a blast.

"Changsha Prefecture in later generations is so prosperous." Song Yingxing walked on the street, looking at the bustling streets, and sighed.

"Not only Changsha, there are many such cities in China now," said Su Jiahe.

"Good, good. I didn't expect that four hundred years later, we would see such a peaceful and prosperous country."

The few of them continued to move forward and happened to pass by a peculiarly shaped building. They saw a large stone standing at the door with a row of large green characters engraved on it - Hybrid Rice Museum.

"Hey, I'm familiar with this rice, but what is hybrid rice?" Song Yingxing's attention was immediately attracted.

"Hybrid Rice Museum? I haven't heard of it either. It should have been built later. Let's go in and take a look." Wang Mang was also curious.

The museum was free, so Su Jiahe helped Song Yingxing make an online reservation, and the three of them walked in. As soon as they entered the hall, they saw a huge bunch of rice standing in the center, its plump golden grains seemingly drooping to the ground.

"Oh my God, how can there be such a big rice?" Song Yingxing was shocked.

"Mr. Song, that's a sculpture," said Su Jiahe.

Song Yingxing rubbed his eyes, took a closer look, and realized that the giant rice was fake. "Miss Su, may I ask what this hybrid rice is?" Song Yingxing asked.

"Hybridization is a very technical topic, and I can't explain it clearly. I guess it's about using different varieties of rice to create new varieties."

"Oh? It does sound magical," Song Yingxing nodded. "There must be some secret to this hybrid rice. Otherwise, why would people build such a large pavilion to commemorate rice?"

"That's right, hybrid rice is an important modern scientific achievement. Mr. Song, please go in and see for yourself." Wang Mang said from the side.

The exhibition hall is divided into three parts. The first exhibition hall mainly introduces the history of rice.

"It turns out that rice was grown on the land of China thousands of years ago."

Looking at the words on the display board, Song Yingxing was both surprised and showed a bit of pride.

Su Jiahe accompanied Song Yingxing as they slowly walked through the exhibition hall. Song Yingxing was deeply interested in the history of rice and carefully read every display board. After a while, he unexpectedly spotted four familiar characters on one board: "Heavenly Creations."

“Mr. Song, look, your works are mentioned here as well,” Wang Mang said with delight. “Could it be that your books are also related to rice?”

"Yes, agriculture is the foundation of all industries, so the first chapter of Tiangong Kaiwu is 'Nai Li'." Song Yingxing looked at the record of his achievements on the display board and smiled with satisfaction.

"Mr. Song, what is written in your book?" Su Jiahe asked.

"The article 'Nai Li' records the entire process of farming, such as how to select seeds, how to breed seeds, how to plow the land, how to sow seeds..." Song Yingxing answered many questions patiently, but Su Jiahe only understood half of what he said.

"Mr. Song, you are amazing. You know so much by yourself." Wang Mang gave a thumbs up.

"This is not just my achievement," Song Yingxing waved his hand. "What I recorded are the experiences passed down from generation to generation by thousands of people."

"People's lives were difficult. One more grain of food could save a life, but one less could mean a catastrophe. That's why the people cultivated the land meticulously, not wasting any bit of the land's power. This is how the art of farming came into being."

After reading about the development history of rice from ancient times to the present, several people came to the second exhibition hall - the life of rice.

"This theme should refer to the growth process of rice," said Wang Mang.

Sure enough, the glass cabinets in the exhibition hall were filled with models of various rice seedlings, with text introductions next to them.

"Even rice has so many varieties in later generations." Song Yingxing watched with great interest, especially when he saw the yield of hybrid rice, he was so surprised that he was speechless for a long time.

"This... this rice can actually produce 3,000 kilograms per mu? It's simply a miracle! Even the best paddy fields only yield a few hundred kilograms per mu."

"Mr. Song, this is the power of modern technology," said Wang Mang.

"One acre of land is enough to feed ten people. No wonder people in later generations have so much food and clothing." Song Yingxing suddenly realized.

The long exhibition hall corridor vividly demonstrates the process of rice growth, maturity, and harvesting. The last exhibition stand displays various foods made from rice.

"There's food here." Song Yingxing found it interesting and couldn't help laughing. But when he walked in, he found that they were all models.

After exploring the first two themes, the three finally arrived at the final exhibition hall. As they entered, they saw a relief carving of rice on the wall, inscribed with the words: "Dreams Come True." In front of the relief stood a statue of a kind-looking old man.

"Who is this person?" Song Yingxing stopped and asked.