Planting spiritual rice with talent, isn't this going against the sky?

Talent, since ancient times, literati through reading, through the heart to exhale, if you can increase your talent by eating, then there will be fewer talented scribes?

Wendao monks may not be so scarce.

"Lingdao ......"

Fang Shiyu on the side muttered in a low voice, obviously he didn't know what a spirit rice was, but from a literal understanding, this was not simple.

This really isn't ordinary rice.

No wonder praying for rain is useless, this rice itself has problems.

"Lin Yu, it's gone, it's gone......"

Fang Qingxue said in a low voice, such a weak side made Lin Yu's body tremble slightly, and at the same time, a strong desire to protect also arose.

It turns out that this usually cold and glamorous wife also has a weak side, and it is so pitiful.

"No, I'm here, it's going to be fine. Lin Yu comforted, and patted Fang Qingxue's back with his right hand.

Feeling the faint fragrance coming from his nose and the strange feeling coming from his palm, Lin Yu suddenly felt that happiness could be so simple.

The strange thing is that Fang Qingxue's originally soaked clothes are slowly drying out at the moment, and the only thing that can cause this effect is talent.

Talent can dry clothes.

Lin Yu was silent.

"Lingdao is, what is it?"

Fang Xiaonian, who was standing a little embarrassed on the side, also asked after hearing Zhao Dongru's words.

Hearing this, Fang Qingxue left Lin Yu's shoulder, looked at Lin Yu with a complicated expression, and said softly: "Spirit rice is a rice with talent. ”

"Planting talent?" Lin Yu was shocked, so bold, the talent and rice integration planting, if successful, it will be a historic breakthrough.

The people regard food as the sky, and if the rice they eat is the spiritual rice that contains talent, I am afraid that it will push the entire Wendao to take a big step forward.

When everyone can eat spiritual rice, and the talent is absorbed by the literati's body every day, the speed of reading books and understanding the mind will definitely increase a lot.

Lin Yu was on earth in his previous life, and the person he admired most was Professor Yuan Longping, who was the father of hybrid rice, and it can be said that he changed the whole of China and ended the era when everyone could not have enough to eat.

If this spiritual rice can be cultivated successfully, it is undoubtedly the father of the spiritual rice of the Shengwen Continent......

Such a person, even if he is a monk of Wendao, is estimated to be polite and give three points.

It is no wonder that Fang Shiming's poems praying for rain will fail, this is spiritual rice, and the rain is not enough to revive it.

At the same time, Lin Yu was also a little apprehensive in his heart, since he knew that this was Lingdao, he doubted that the poem could have an effect, it was unknown.

"If that poem can successfully cultivate spiritual rice, I may have a way to cultivate natural spiritual rice and let it grow like normal rice......"

Lin Yu knew in his previous life how Yuan Lao discovered hybrid rice, and he also knew how he cultivated it, so as long as the spiritual rice could be successfully cultivated this time, he was absolutely sure that the spiritual rice would become people's staple food.

Thinking of this, Lin Yu's heart was extremely excited, if he became the 'Father of Spirit Rice', wouldn't it be a very stylish thing?

Famous all over the world!

Fang Qingxue then told the secrets of this, including the fact that Lingdao was his father's twenty years of hard work.

In the end, she bowed slightly and apologized to the villagers of Yongle Township.

Because of her father, the rice fields were wiped out this year, and the income of the villagers in Yongle Township fell sharply, and I am afraid it will be a long time to suffer.

"Let's go back!"

Fang Qingxue's beautiful eyes looked at Lin Yu, in addition to being lost, there were also complex emotions in the depths of her eyes.

Recalling the scene that happened just now, she was also a little distracted, why didn't she push him away?

"Let's go tomorrow, this is the brainchild of my father-in-law, I always have to do something. Lin Yu looked at Fang Qingxue with a smile.

Whether it was rice or spiritual rice, he wanted to give it a try.

If he succeeds, he may change the world more or less, at least everyone can feed on their talents.

"It's useless, the rain has fallen, and the rice fields are no longer dry, but these spiritual rice still have lost all their vitality. ”

Fang Qingxue shook her head, passed by Lin Yu, walked down the rain platform, and went to the village under the greeting of Little Peach.

"Accept your fate, Lin Yu! I thought that you were so lucky, you didn't lose, otherwise...... Hmph~ But the sixth master is also daydreaming, just because he still wants to make a spiritual rice?" Fang Shiming walked to Lin Yu's side and squinted at Lin Yudao.

"Is that the end of the day. Lin Yu looked at Fang Shiming, the corners of his mouth rose, outlining a strange arc.

Fang Shiming chuckled in his heart, and he actually felt a little frightened.

He flicked his robe and left the prayer platform.

"Let's go, brother-in-law! This Fang Shiming is too much, but we didn't lose. Fang Xiaoqing said in a young voice.

"Hmm!"

Lin Yu nodded, and then he and Fang Xiaonian also left the rain prayer platform and walked in the muddy field, Lin Yu glanced at the lifeless spiritual rice and pursed his lips.

And then it was as if I had made up my mind.

Lin Yu and his entourage, including Fang Qingxue and Little Peach, all had lunch at the village chief's house in Yongle Township.

Everyone didn't have much appetite, after all, these three thousand acres of spiritual rice were destroyed in one fell swoop.

It was Fang Shiming, but he seemed to be very comfortable, under the constant toast of the township chief, and with the touting, his face was already full of red light.

"I'll go back to Yichuan Town with Little Peach later, what about you?"

After the meal, under the archway at the entrance of the village, Fang Qingxue and Lin Yu were walking, and this was the first time Fang Qingxue took the initiative to invite Lin Yu.

Lin Yu was naturally so happy, he looked at Fang Qingxue's almost perfect side face, he was very moved, and said, "I also want to go home with you, but ...... You really don't want to stay, maybe a miracle happens. ”

As he spoke, Lin Yu looked at Fang Qingxue expectantly.

Although he couldn't be sure of the effect of the poem, he had to at least try it to find out, so that he could die.

But what if it succeeds? He also wanted to share it with Fang Qingxue as soon as possible, telling her that his father-in-law's hard work was not in vain, and he succeeded.

"Miracles? That's just a book to coax a child. Fang Qingxue smiled.

Obviously, in the conversation with Fang Rulong, the owner of the hospital, she saw a lot.

"Let's stay! Try it, maybe my poems can succeed?" Lin Yu looked at Fang Qingxue with a smile.

"Your poems?"

Fang Qingxue smiled bitterly: "I don't dare to compliment, but if you play chess with me, if I am in a good mood, I can stay." ”

"Okay! I'll ask Fang Shiyu if he has Go. ”

Lin Yu was in a good mood, and as he spoke, he turned around directly and ran to find Fang Shiyu, happy as if he had eaten honey.

"In this life, live well, although there may be a big gap between you and me, but no matter what, you are my Qingxue's nominal husband...... If I touch the threshold of the Heavenly Dao, I will still not forget you. ”

Fang Qingxue looked at Lin Yu's back and muttered in a low voice.

(End of chapter)