Our great nation of China traverses the multiverse.

This has been a long-standing tradition of Project 237.

But no matter how many times

Walking through the throng of people to the central square, I still felt that same initial excitement.

"Old Zhu, I'm ready!"

Fang Jing stood ramrod straight, his loud voice carrying into the monitoring room.

"Before we set off, I must remind you that there are some fast-growth seeds in the mech's memory. Don't forget to try them out as soon as you get there!"

Old Zhu's kind voice rang out, specifically mentioning this matter.

His voice seemed to possess a kind of magic; upon hearing it, Fang Jing's somewhat tense heart inexplicably calmed down.

"I know, I'll definitely try it as soon as possible!"

In the interstellar travel world, due to the presence of the blight virus, crops are dying in large numbers, leading to an extremely severe food crisis.

That is,

In that universe, on Earth, in every country, including the great Eastern power, many people are starving!

Thinking about this,

Fang Jing, Elder Zhu, and the others clenched their fists.

This is absolutely unacceptable!

To let the people of this great Eastern nation go hungry? That's utterly disrespectful to an elderly man!

Therefore, during these seven days, Professor Zhu specially assigned several groups of top biologists to select and cultivate fast-growing crops.

These seeds not only grow quickly, but are also particularly resistant to viruses.

These are crop seeds cultivated using the most powerful biotechnology in the universe!

What wilt virus?

He wanted to see just how capable this thing really was!

This universe will absolutely not allow it.

In the parallel universe they discovered, there was a great Eastern country where people actually went hungry!

Fang Jing looked up and nodded at the monitor.

He then immediately communicated with the machine in his consciousness.

Swah——

With a whoosh, he vanished from the spot.

Chapter 518 We can't really let our own people go hungry, can we?

Earth, a great Eastern country, in a basin in the southwest.

The once humid and prosperous land of abundance is now in a very bad situation.

Yellow sand swept in from afar, crashing against the northerly winds that were entering the pass, and it showed a tendency to grow stronger and form a sandstorm, turning the entire sky a hazy yellow.

On the plains,

In the boundless paddy fields, the neatly planted rice has turned yellow, as if it is almost time to ripen.

This should have been a joyous sign, but Yang Mingzhong, facing the blowing yellow sand, didn't see it that way.

He wore a straw hat, a light blue shirt covered in dry mud, and his breathable trousers rolled up. Standing in the paddy field, he stretched out his dark arm and gently pinched the rice seedlings beside him.

Looking at the withered ash on the rice leaves, his expression became unusually solemn, as if he had remembered something, and a tear even rolled down his cheek.

"Old Yang, how's your family situation?!"

Not far away, a middle-aged man riding a bicycle sped up, dressed in the same clothes as Yang Mingzhong, and shouted anxiously at him.

"It's hopeless! Quickly find someone to come and salvage the harvest; every little bit helps!"

"Damn it, the rice in my yard is infected with disease too, it won't survive until autumn, I'm going to notify the cooperative!"

Upon hearing Yang Mingzhong's words, the cyclist immediately quickened his pace, quickly passing by him and heading off into the distance.

Yang Mingzhong was left alone, watching the rice stalks that were about to topple over, and he couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

"Wheat, potatoes, and sweet potatoes have all gone extinct, and rice will soon be too. In the future, we can only grow beans and corn here!"

Yang Mingzhong was just a farmer.

He couldn't understand why, starting more than twenty years ago, the crops in the fields would always wither for no reason, resulting in a complete crop failure.

This situation isn't unique to this place; I've heard it's the same across the country, and even globally.

He recalled that, according to the scientists' propaganda, it seemed to be caused by some kind of wilt virus.

This virus caused the extinction of widely cultivated crops, leading to an unprecedented food crisis. This forced humanity to continuously expand cultivated land and search for solutions to the virus.

But it was all in vain; the results don't lie.

Now, the rice in the fields is starting to wither.

With current human technology, there is simply no way to solve the wilt virus!

Another food crisis is on the horizon.

Famine—no, wars fought over famine—are about to begin again!

Thinking of the famine and strife that had broken out a few years ago, Yang Mingzhong silently took off his straw hat, letting the yellow sand of the river lash his face.

He was helpless and could only watch as the rice in front of him slowly withered.

"Pfft!"

Yang Mingzhong suddenly knelt down in the paddy field, looked up at the dim sky, threw off his straw hat, stretched out his hands, and cried out to the sky in a choked, hoarse voice:

"This is how to do ah!"

"God, please save this grain!"

"Bang!"

"Hey!"

A silvery-white shadow suddenly appeared in the sky, plummeted down, and crashed in front of Yang Mingzhong.

"This this?!"

Yang Mingzhong was so shocked by what he saw that his mouth dropped open and he froze on the spot.

Is this a miracle from heaven?!

……

In the Sichuan Provincial Grain Administration,

Hu Weijian sat in the dispatch room, looking at the information reported by production cooperatives from various regions with a headache.

Since the wilt virus eradicated wheat in 2026, the major Eastern country has revived certain production methods in order to expand grain production and facilitate unified management.

"General Hu, news has also come from several large fields in the Mianyang Plain. The Chinese Academy of Sciences has confirmed that the wilt virus has evolved into varieties adapted to rice!"

The secretary rushed in, her face covered in sweat, her voice filled with panic.

"Quickly organize the harvest!"

Upon hearing this news, Hu Weijian was so frightened that he stood up immediately and gave the order.

"But most of the rice has only just begun to ripen..."

The secretary hesitated, thinking that if she accepted it now, it would be over by next year!

"We'll salvage whatever we can, even if it's not fully ripe, we can still grind it into powder and eat it. It's better than it all dying!"

Hu Weijian suddenly waved his hand and shouted angrily:

"This damned withering virus, once it evolves an adapted strain, it will spread all over the world immediately!"

"Yes, I'll go and inform them right away!"

The secretary trembled from the shout and immediately ran out.

Only Hu Weijian remained in the dispatch room.

He looked at the satellite image of Sichuan Province's crop distribution, at the vast expanse of rice paddies, and chuckled bitterly.

"Even if we rush the harvest and only utilize 30% of the grain, considering the northern plains, that's enough for next year's grain..."

"No! We must prepare as soon as possible!"

Suddenly, something came to mind.

Hu Weijian returned to his office with unsteady steps, closed the doors and windows, drew the curtains, and then picked up a red landline receiver.

He slowly extended his index finger and firmly pressed down a string of numbers.

"Beep beep beep, transfer code..."

A cold, mechanical voice came from the other end of the phone.