A young boy from the 1970s, separated from his family, fled famine and led his younger brother into

"Where are the seeds?"

Zhou Yayun's words instantly dampened the excitement that had just begun to rise among the crowd.

Yes.

The greenhouse was built, the land was turned over, and even the organic fertilizer obtained from the cookhouse was prepared.

Everything is ready, except for the final push.

Without seeds, it's all just an empty shell!

"It's already winter, where are we going to find vegetable seeds?" Zhou Yayun said with a worried look on her face.

In the 1970s, there were no agricultural supply stores like those in later years where you could buy all kinds of seeds all year round.

The distribution and purchase of seeds were managed uniformly by the commune, with strict seasonality and planning.

At this time of year, let alone leafy green vegetable seeds, even radish and cabbage seeds have long passed their sowing season, and nobody is selling them anymore.

Lu Zhenguo also frowned.

His initial surge of ambition was instantly dampened by this practical problem.

Although he was the political commissar of the military region, he couldn't extend his influence into the local agricultural system.

Is this grand plan, which is capable of changing history, going to fail because of these few tiny seeds?

"Dad, Mom, don't worry."

Just when everyone was at a loss, Lu Nianci still looked confident and composed.

She took her parents' hands and walked into the greenhouse.

Pointing to the plot of land she had meticulously planned, marked with small squares in lime, she smiled and said, "Who says we don't have any seeds?"

"No?" Zhou Yayun and Lu Zhenguo exchanged a glance, their faces full of confusion. "Where is it?"

Lu Nianci did not answer directly.

Instead, she asked Lu Zhenguo a question.

"Dad, I have a question for you. Does our military region's logistics warehouse have a large stockpile of military rations?"

"Yes." Although Lu Zhenguo didn't know why his daughter suddenly asked this, he nodded. "To prepare for any unforeseen circumstances, the logistics warehouses are always stocked with enough food and canned goods to feed the entire military region for three months. What's wrong?"

"Then... do you have any soybeans?" Lu Nianci's eyes sparkled.

"Soybeans? Of course! They have a high oil yield and are very nutritious," Lu Zhenguo replied.

"That's good!" Lu Nianci clapped her hands loudly, a sly smile appearing on her face.

"Dad, could you go to the logistics department and buy me some plump soybeans?"

"What do you want dried soybeans for?" Zhou Ya Yun was even more confused. "In this greenhouse, instead of growing vegetables, are you going to grow soybeans?"

"Who says soybeans can't be eaten as vegetables?" Lu Nianci smiled mysteriously.

She walked to a square, squatted down, and used a small stick to draw the shape of a small soybean sprout on the soft ground.

"We don't grow soybeans."

"We'll grow soybean sprouts!"

Soybean sprouts?!

Zhou Yayun and Lu Zhenguo were stunned again.

Of course they know what soybean sprouts are.

In those days of scarcity, bean sprouts made from soybeans or mung beans were one of the few "good things" that could replace fresh vegetables in winter.

But aren't those things usually grown at home by using an earthenware pot, lining it with a cloth, and watering it every day?

The yield is so small that it's not even enough for a family to eat for one meal.

Who would consider it a "vegetable" and sell it at the market?

Moreover, they went to such great lengths to build this precious greenhouse just to grow bean sprouts that every household can grow themselves.

This is such a waste of talent!

"Nianci, are you mistaken?" Zhou Yayun said, both amused and exasperated. "These bean sprouts... they're worthless!"

"Who says bean sprouts aren't valuable?" Lu Nianci stood up, dusted off her hands, and like a strategist, began to analyze her "market strategy."

"Mom, you're right, every household grows their own bean sprouts. But what kind of bean sprouts do they grow?"

"Are they thin and long, with a beany taste, and half a plate of them becomes watery after stir-frying?"

"Moreover, they can only produce a small number at a time, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive, making it impossible to achieve a large-scale production."

Zhou Yayun thought for a moment and nodded.

Indeed it is.

"But our bean sprouts are different!"

Lu Nianci's eyes sparkled with confidence!

"In this warm, humid greenhouse, I have a way to make our soybean sprouts grow white and plump, like little silver hairpins!"

"It tastes crisp, refreshing, and sweet, with absolutely no beany flavor!"

"Most importantly, our output will be hundreds or even thousands of times that of an average family!"

"We can produce the highest quality 'new variety' vegetables at the lowest cost!"

Lu Nianci's words unfolded a magnificent picture before Lu Zhenguo and Zhou Yayun!

They could almost see the longing and madness that burst forth in the eyes of the citizens shivering in the cold wind when they saw the fresh bean sprouts!

They could almost hear the "clatter" of counting money until their hands cramped!

This... this is no longer just simple vegetable growing!

This is a "dimensional reduction attack" from the future!

Looking into his daughter's eyes, which were full of wisdom and ambition, Lu Zhenguo felt as if he had been struck hard once again!

He thought he had overestimated his daughter enough.

But now he realizes that what he saw was only the tip of the iceberg!

Her mind held an inexhaustible treasure!

"good!"

He no longer hesitated for even a moment!

"I'll go find it for you right away!"

After saying that, he rushed out of the greenhouse like a gust of wind, his hurried figure as if he were going to a battle that would determine his fate!

With the seed problem solved, Lu Nianci was in a great mood.

She took Zhou Yayun's hand and began to enthusiastically plan the other planting areas.

"Mom, we'll use this plot of land to grow scallions and cilantro. These things grow quickly and are the best seasonings for winter; they're sure to sell well."

"And this area, let's try planting some spinach and lettuce. They take a little longer to grow, but if we can succeed, the price will be far higher than bean sprouts!"

As she spoke, she scribbled and drew on the blueprints.

Looking at her daughter's professional and serious expression, Zhou Yayun felt both proud and amused.

She has now completely given up trying to understand her daughter's "whimsical ideas." All she wants to do is unconditionally support and cooperate with her.

However, just as Lu Nianci's grand plan was about to unfold, a new problem once again confronted her.

Soybean sprouts, scallions, cilantro... these are all fine.

However, it's truly impossible to find any spinach or lettuce seeds this season.

Does this mean her grand plan to make winter meals more colorful will have to be compromised?

Lu Nianci's brows furrowed slightly again.

She is not reconciled.

Just as she was racking her brains trying to figure out where to get these "out-of-season" seeds, a clear, cold voice suddenly came from the greenhouse doorway.

"Perhaps I know a place where you can find what you're looking for."

Lu Nianci turned around abruptly.

Lu Xingzhou was already standing at the door at some point.

He still had that expressionless, icy demeanor, but in his deep eyes, there was a hint of a smile she couldn't understand...