Siheyuan (traditional courtyard house): 52 years of farming, producing hundreds of millions of tons

Yan Fugui made up his mind.

We must, absolutely must, maintain a good relationship with Wan Ping'an.

"Certainly not."

"When the important person met Wan Ping'an just now, he was very friendly, but not excited at all. It couldn't be a meeting between relatives."

"I remember now, Golden Rice!"

He Daqing's eyes lit up.

He knew that the yield of Golden Rice was three to four times that of ordinary rice!

The food problem is the biggest problem!

The golden rice caught the attention of important figures, which was the only reasonable explanation he could come up with.

"did you see that?"

“That’s the real big shot.”

"In the future, spend more time with Wan Ping'an and maintain a good relationship with him. Even a simple word of praise from him could bring you immense benefits."

Xu Fugui taught Xu Damao a lesson.

Most of the residents in the courtyard, like him, taught their children to find a way to get along well with Wan Ping'an.

Only Jia Zhangshi looked resentful.

The Jia family and the Wan family are enemies, and Wan Ping'an's rise to prominence is the last thing Jia Zhangshi wants to see.

inside the door.

"Xiao Wan, do you still have any unharvested rice?"

Old Zhou inquired.

The rice in Wan Ping'an's house was all threshed rice, so its persuasiveness is limited.

"Sorry you're late, the golden rice has all been harvested."

"However, some of them haven't been threshed yet, which is enough for you to use to verify some things."

Wan Ping'an understood.

With Mr. Zhou personally coming down to inspect, all kinds of reviews will definitely be carried out as quickly as possible.

soon.

Wan Ping'an, along with Qin Huairu and Old Zhou, headed straight for the six acres of land.

boarding.

Wan Ping'an frowned slightly.

Cars from the 1950s were stiff and offered very little comfort.

Qin Huairu was quite excited.

This was the first time she had ever ridden in a car since she was a child. Everything looked new and exciting to her, and she touched everything with curiosity.

Old Zhou looked at Wan Ping'an and nodded slightly.

From the moment they met, he had been observing Wan Ping'an.

Wan Ping'an has excellent mental fortitude and remains very calm, something most young people could never do. He also possesses a very special temperament.

soon.

The convoy arrived at Liumudi.

Han Dahe and Cai Quanwu were both stunned.

They were very clear about what a convoy meant in an era when cars were scarce.

"Old Cai, please bear with Big Black for a bit, tie him up first."

Wan Ping'an shouted as soon as he got out of the car.

He was worried that if Dahei pounced on him and got close, the guards around Old Zhou would misunderstand and shoot him. Wouldn't it be a great injustice for Dahei to die?

The group arrived at the pile of rice.

They just cut them off and bundled them up.

No threshing was performed.

"No wonder the yield per mu is 1,800 jin."

"These rice ears are more than twice as long as ordinary rice ears, and the grains are also larger than those of ordinary rice ears."

Old Zhou picked up a stalk of rice that had been cut down.

He might not be very familiar with rice cultivation techniques, but he was very familiar with the size of rice ears.

Followed by.

Old Zhou led his men to inspect all the harvested rice.

The ears of golden rice are more than twice the size of those of ordinary rice. This is not an isolated case, but a common phenomenon and proof of high yield.

"Xiao Wan, you've done a really good thing."

"If your golden rice can be rapidly and widely promoted, the people will no longer go hungry!"

Old Zhou came to Wan Ping'an.

He looked somewhat agitated.

The food problem is a major problem!

Solving the food problem will eliminate a major hidden danger.

Even Mr. Zhou, who has weathered many storms, couldn't help but feel a little excited.

"Xiao Wan, how did you cultivate such a high-yield golden rice?"

Old Zhou was very curious!

Chapter 77 Promoting Golden Rice, Serving as Section Chief of the Special Supply Department

"Perhaps it's talent!"

"When I grow crops, it's as if a voice is telling me that I should do this to increase yield and resist pests and diseases."

"I only have the methods, but I cannot provide the theoretical basis."

“I think that’s something experts do. I farm, and if I use the right methods, they can research the methods and then derive the theoretical basis.”

Wan Pingan shook his head.

Can he say he has a system?

The system is his biggest secret and the foundation of his livelihood. He will never tell anyone unless he is absolutely certain.

Old Zhou nodded.

He wasn't surprised.

He had encountered similar people before; they were exceptionally skilled in practical application, but when asked to explain their theories, they couldn't say a word.

You can only say that God has blessed him with talent!

Do not!

It's like God is chasing after us to feed us; we can't refuse!

soon.

Another convoy arrived.

A dozen or so people came down, most of them wearing glasses and exuding a scholarly air; the experts had arrived!

The experts of the early days were true experts, not the mediocre "experts" that have become commonplace decades later!

"Dean Wang, you've come at the perfect time!"

Mr. Zhou introduced the two parties.

When Director Wang of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences heard about the 1,800 jin per mu yield of the golden rice, he rushed back day and night, even though he was on a business trip far away.

"Xiao Wan, if you can really achieve a yield of 1,800 jin per mu, you will be a blessing to China!"

Dean Wang nodded.

Subsequently.

He then took his assistants and students and began calculating the yield per acre.

They handled it with utmost care, as if cradling a newborn baby, afraid that even the slightest mishap would harm the fragile infant.

"Xiao Liu, take them to count the number of rice plants and calculate the average number of plants per plot."

Dean Wang is very responsible.

They led the team to count each plant one by one, demanding absolute precision and leaving no room for error, as the food supply was of paramount importance!

Two hours later.