When he returned to the hotel and got out of the car, he looked at the big hug of flowers in Ling Li's arms, and said lightly: "Later, the greenhouse rose, and my grandmother's business couldn't go on." She always said that she wanted to see what the flower market was like now, but unfortunately she couldn't see it anymore. ”

Ling Li lowered his head when he said this, his heart was stuffy and blocked, and he didn't dare to look at his slightly worried eyes.

He was riddled with lawsuits and had to drive dozens of kilometers to see the flowers, which turned out to be for his grandmother's wishes.

Ling Li's eyes were a little astringent, and she didn't dare to say a word more on this topic, so she just followed Nan Zhiyi's footsteps and walked towards the main building of the hotel.

It was already noon, and Tian Zhengyan and Yang Qianfan had not come back yet.

After hastily settling lunch in the hotel restaurant, Nan Zhiyi seemed to be in a better mood, pulled Ling Li to his suite, sat on the sofa outside, pointed at her, and asked her to make a pot of Pu'er tea.

Ling Li remembered what he said to her in the morning, and looked expectant: "I've gone to the flower market, it's time for you to talk about last night." ”

Nan Zhiyi leisurely took the tea in his hand, squinted his eyes slightly, exhaled comfortably, and then said slowly: "What Mu Chenghua said last night, in fact, Hetian Zhengyan let you guess the same thing, I don't dare to live up to you and my Xiao Tiantian." ”

Realizing that she had been fooled again, Ling Li gritted her teeth: "What you say doesn't count, I think you are a Malay tapir!" ”

Nan Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, and his eyes turned around before he realized that she had said that she had a big talk and a deceitful nose longer than a Malay tapir, and laughed: "Fan girl, your ability to pick up people's teeth is not bad." ”

Getting up too early in the morning, Nan Zhiyi didn't have long to catch up on sleep, coaxed away Ling Li, who had a complaining face, and didn't show up until dinner time.

Tian Zhengyan and Yang Qianfan haven't come back yet, Nan Zhiyi got up from sleep and fell ill again, so he had to take a taxi for 40 minutes to a small town in Hanyang to eat what open-screen Wuchang fish?

The little girl who worked with the staff and followed him listlessly across most of the city, thinking about the problems left by Tian Zhengyan with a sad face, and she didn't know how to eat a meal.

"Are you a memorial weed?" Nan Zhiyi finished eating, put down the chopsticks, looked at Ling Li who was biting the chopsticks and thinking about things, and smiled with honey on his face.

"Huh? What the? Ling Li raised her eyes. What is Forget Worry Grass? It sounded like a dreamy name, and it didn't seem like something that Nan Zhiyi could use to taunt her.

But in the next second, the cruel reality broke her luck, and she didn't poke the pain point and felt uncomfortable, and the star supported Erlang's leg and said slowly: "This name is good, right?" But in fact, it's just daylily, just like your name Ling Li is actually not clever at all, and it has a good name. A little thing makes you stupid and dying, when will it be able to restart? ”

Ling Li knocked down with chopsticks and wanted to hit his hand on the table, but unexpectedly, someone shrank his hand too quickly, and smiled with disgust: "I want to know some inside information, it's not good to me, and it's so fierce?" Maybe you can take a walk with me, and I'll say it as soon as I'm in a good mood. ”

The part-time working girl who resolutely didn't want to be fooled for the second time gritted her back molars: "I want to believe in you again, I'm mentally retarded!" ”

The mouth said no, but the body still gave in.

After dinner, she followed Nan Zhiyi along the river not far from the hotel, less than a meter apart.

The weather at the end of February was still a little cool, and the chill from the river breeze seemed to be able to penetrate the bones, so cold that Ling Li shivered, regretting why he couldn't eat more just now to resist some of the cold.

She secretly glanced at the back of Nan Zhiyi in front of her, stepped forward and walked side by side with him in a few steps, and by the way, she used his body to block the cold wind blowing from the river.

Nan Zhiyi looked sideways, and mercilessly pierced a little of her careful thoughts: "It's cold, right?" Who told you to waste food and leave a big table of dishes on the table? ”

Ling Li was embarrassed to refute, looked at a thin jacket and shirt on his body, and compared with his down jacket, he still looked a little shrunken, and couldn't help asking: "You wear so little, is it really not cold?" ”

"Will it be cold?" He seemed a little strange, and put his palm on her forehead for a second or two, then took it away and said, "Look, it's not cold, is it?" ”

The corners of Ling Li's mouth twitched, his palm was really hot and not cold at all, but he just talked about it, why did he have to do it?

But thinking that he has always done whatever he wants, without common sense and no sense of proportion, Ling Li doesn't want to worry about him.

If you want to say that Nan Zhiyi is a psychopath, Ling Li begged him not to say it, but at this time she had no hope, but this person smiled: "For your sake, I will reluctantly answer you a question." But let's talk about it first, don't directly foul and ask Lao Tian directly what you want to guess. ”

"It's only one!" Ling Li jumped to her feet, "How is that enough?" At least three is good? ”

He pouted: "If you love to ask, don't bargain." Just pick the one you want to know the most and ask, and I'll only help you this far. ”

Seeing that there was no hope for cheating, Ling Li frowned and thought about what she cared about most

Is it Mu Chenghua's attempt, or is it the cunning and cunning means of Changling, or what role did Sheng Qianhe play?

After thinking about it for a long time, she asked him tentatively, "Why don't you make rice anymore?" ”

Nan Zhiyi glanced at her with some surprise: "Why do you ask this?" I thought you would ask about Mu Chenghua. ”

Ling Li pouted: "Can't you?" That's just what I want to know. ”

"Okay," he curled the corners of his mouth, "I didn't expect you to hit the nail on the head." ”

Ling Li was stunned: "What? ”

Ignoring her confused expression, Nan Zhiyi said to himself: "This topic is a bit long, the short version is, I know the trend of this industry, and the more complicated thing is that genetically modified and hybridization will eventually create super rice with good taste, high yield, strong disease resistance and even no use of pesticides, and the deeper reason, in fact, go to the flower market in the morning, I have already hinted at you." ”

Ling Li was confused, blinking her eyes and seemed to be a little dizzy: "Flower market? ”

"That's right, Flower Market." He smiled, "Seeing that you are so well-behaved, I will send you one more hint." ”

He stopped, leaned on the railing by the river, and looked at the turbulent river a few meters below: "Just like a big wave washing sand, the rapid development of science and technology will eventually eliminate the production capacity after the drop." The emergence of greenhouses and greenhouses has made it impossible for small flower farmers like my grandmother to do it without expanding their business scale and reducing costs, and the development of rice seeds under genetically modified and hybrid technology has also changed the way farmers spontaneously select rice seeds for thousands of years. I don't do rice projects anymore, I just don't want to push it anymore, so that the conventional rice varieties that have passed the test of time will disappear and there will be no one left. ”

Ling Li accompanied Nan Zhiyi to stand by the river for a while, and was unconscious when his face was blown by the cold wind, and he kept thinking about his words in his heart.

Back at the hotel, Ling Li hurriedly began to check the information, reflecting his thoughts.

Nan Zhiyi's small hint also allowed her to really figure out the focus, and really figured out the most basic problems hidden under the turbulent water.

The people take food as the sky, involving the problem of more than one billion people eating, and the rice seed industry, which is driven by profits, is not small.

Therefore, the scientific research team of rice is getting bigger and bigger, and seed companies are also frantically grabbing market share. For companies that want to increase their market share, the most important thing is to have a good seed in their hands. Therefore, the speed of continuous improvement of rice seeds is also extremely fast.

Nan Zhiyi, as well as Mu Chenghua in the past, are scientists at the forefront of this industry, who understand the next trend and research process, and also have an almost fanatical dedication to cultivating super rice with good taste, high yield, less disease and even no pesticides.

I don't know when it began, Nan Zhiyi became suspicious of the field of his research.

What makes Nan Zhiyi suspicious is not the current noisy debate about the safety of genetically modified organisms, but points to another aspect.

In the process of improving rice seeds by seed companies, the planting habits passed down from generation to generation by farmers have also been greatly impacted.

Because rice is a self-pollinating crop, the genotypes of the next generation will recombine and separate, and if you sow seeds harvested this year, the yield will drop dramatically. However, if the conventional rice seed is self-retained, it will take about four or five years for the yield to decline significantly.

Hybrid rice requires the purchase of seeds every year, which is relatively profitable, while conventional rice buys seeds once every four or five years, and the profit is much lower.

Driven by profits, over time, the breeding of conventional rice has basically become a public welfare project, which is difficult to promote.

Historically, some conventional rice with high yields and good cultivation has died out because no one paid attention to it. It is difficult to say whether not only the farmers do not have seeds in their hands, but also whether they have them in the national seed bank.

Natural selection, what is not suitable for the times, is itself difficult to stay. In fact, for most people, this is a good thing, it is progress, even if there is some nostalgia, it is at most a "miss the past" type of emotion.

Nanzhiyi is afraid that the conventional rice varieties that have been circulated for thousands of years will be crushed by technology, profit, and ambition for a long time, like a small flower shop run by grandma. He was afraid that with his own hands, the things that once existed would disappear one by one.

Moreover, he seems to see farther than others.

Ling Li seemed to understand his thoughts. In the Celestial Empire, the country has a large population and a large population, and any small thing is multiplied by 1.3 billion, which is a big thing. What's more, the people depend on food for the sky, and the superposition of the problem of more than one billion people eating, the market involved in the sale of rice seeds is huge, and the profits are unimaginable.

Even a reduction of one percent of the market share would be a huge loss to seed companies.

Driven by interests, hundreds of millions of acres of paddy fields across the country are related to the root of the problem of feeding more than one billion people, but they have long relied on rice seeds produced in laboratories, and farmers have no way to keep the seeds in their hands.

Could it be that in the near future, the accumulation of all hidden diseases will lead to a large-scale extinction of production, triggering an inevitable catastrophe?

Will it allow some unscrupulous capitalists to infiltrate and affect food security by starting with rice seeds?

Nan Zhiyi's teacher, Guo Lao, who was the first person to have rice in the Celestial Empire, made great contributions to the promotion of hybrid rice. It is said that Guo Lao, who is in his nineties, is getting weaker and weaker, and it may be just a matter of the past few years. Guo Lao is dead, and the person who is most likely to continue to carry his mantle is Nan Zhiyi.

Even if he doesn't have that ambition, the southern rice faction behind him, which is dominated by indica rice, has shown a momentum led by him over the years.

If he continues his teacher's train of thought, wholeheartedly optimizes hybrid rice, studies the combination of genetically modified and hybrid, and works towards super rice step by step, then a seed company like Yamazaki Seeds, even if it deals in japonica rice, will treat him as a great god.

But once he goes in the other direction and turns to conventional rice farming, with his influence, it will definitely bring turmoil and unrest to the industry. This turmoil and unrest does not differ from the north to the south.

This is the reason why Mu Huacheng and those people want to make it easy to do the south. They don't care what feelings you have and what compassion you have, in the eyes of businessmen, there is only profit.