Zhu Chuanye looked at Song Lanyi suspiciously.

Song Lanyi touched his hair and said kindly, "Chuanye, you are too young, the water of farming is too deep, you can't grasp it, let's come and see the teacher play." ”

Zhu Chuanye looked at the crowd around him, as well as those curious eyes, and flattened his mouth, wanting to say that the teacher actually wanted to appear in front of people, but there was not enough evidence.

Eventually, he closed his mouth and let out a long sigh.

Alas, the teacher is still young and not calm enough.

Unlike him, he is steady when he is young.

I saw Song Lanyi running the Great Yan Dao Fetus, relying on his affinity for nature, turning the talents in his body into the qi of life one by one, and injecting them into the ears of wheat in the acre of land in front of him.

In the face of this extravagant method of birth, the crowd was calm and abnormal, as if they were numb.

Whoever has watched it thousands of times can become like them, impassive.

The talent of the operation of the "Yellow Emperor's Neijing" is gentle and mild, and it is used to give birth to wheat, which is very suitable.

I saw that in a short period of time, the wheat seedlings, which were originally just green onions, began to sprout and become taller at a speed visible to the naked eye, until finally, golden ears of wheat were hung.

The ears of wheat were full and round, and in the eyes of those simple Tian Shelang, the scene of this harvest of ears of wheat was even comparable to a pile of gold in front of them.

You must know that when the year is unfavorable, a piece of gold can't even be exchanged for a bowl of wheat and millet.

Just when everyone thought that this was already the final result, but this was just the beginning.

The ears of wheat are like willows in spring, carrying heavy fruits, and even bent over because of their heaviness.

The people in the field were surprised at first, and their eyes stared at the changes in the field without blinking.

With the passage of time, the ears of wheat on the wheat stalks have become more and more outrageous, and Tian Shelang on the side seems to have suddenly been choked by the neck, and his eyes widen suddenly, and his eyeballs seem to fall out of his sockets.

Zhu Chuanye jumped up from the ground all of a sudden, clapped his hands again, and exclaimed again, "It's gone!" It's sent! The yield of this mu must be more than five stones! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't wait to roll up his sleeves and trouser legs, and wanted to rush to the field and harvest the ears of wheat himself, to calculate how much he had yielded per mu.

Song Lanyi glanced at him with disgust.

The babbling child has seen too little of the world.

Thinking about it, her face turned red suddenly, and she poured all the talent in her body into the ears of wheat in the fields.

I saw that the ears of wheat were almost dragged to the ground, and now, it really looked like a willow.

Quiescence.

Zhu Chuanye, who was still yelling just now, was like a rooster with his neck stuck, and he couldn't speak all of a sudden.

Originally, he was just watching a lively field Tian Shalang, but at this time, his eyes diverged and he looked ahead sluggishly, as if he saw some extremely incredible picture.

Song Lanyi panted and stopped his hand and poured a sip of water, only then did he feel that the surrounding atmosphere was a little wrong.

She turned her head in surprise, "Why don't you speak?" ”

The crowd remained silent.

It wasn't until a long time later that they reacted, "Doctor Song...... So you're not kidding, huh? ”

Song Lan's face was puffed out, and he looked a little angry, "I, Doctor Song, speak with a spit and a nail, and never tell lies." Do you think I'm the kind of person who loves to brag? ”

The sturdy man in the crowd said, "It's not your problem...... Even if Lord Qi is here, saying that he can produce grain that can produce six or seven stones per mu, the small people will only think ...... Lord Qi is making fun of me and other grass people. ”

"Oh......" Song Lanyi nodded matter-of-factly, she was just a lively atmosphere.

She waved her hand and said arrogantly, "Come, let's compete and see who cuts more ears of wheat today." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned into an afterimage, and took the scythe, like a wind, and swept forward.

Seeing this, Zhu Chuanye stomped his feet angrily.

He learned those fresh terms in Song Lanyi's mouth, and was so angry that he called her name and yelled, "Song Lanyi, you don't talk about martial arts!" ”

"Quack, quack! Yellow-haired child, can Ann compare with me? ”

Not far away, Song Lanyi's strange laughter came.

Seeing that the two men had gone to cut the ears of wheat, the rest of the men looked at each other and took their sickles, so they hurried up to help.

It's just that a thought inevitably appeared in their hearts - it turned out that noble people like Doctor Xiao Song and Zhu Chuanye were also like ordinary people, and they would joke and make trouble.

The harvesting of wheat ears in the Gaowu world is simply an accelerated version.

And an existence like Song Lanyi, the speed of wheat cutting is tantamount to a humanoid machine.

But in a short time, one acre of land will be harvested.

"Seven, seven stones?!"

The surrounding tenants were already stunned when they saw the numbers on the scales.

Song Lanyi's face was calm, quite a bit of the Verde track, "To be precise, it should be six and a half stones." ”

The eyes around him suddenly became strange.

Just said that Qishi was okay, others just thought they were bragging.

But after saying six and a half stones accurately...... That authenticity has gone up to the next level.

If you think about it, it's even more terrifying.

Zhu Chuanye's face was flushed with excitement.

At this moment, he pulled the corner of Song Lanyi's clothes and looked up at the teacher's face, only to feel that the teacher's figure was invisibly tall again, making him even have an illusion of admiration.

His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were shining, "Teacher! Can this kind of seed be promoted in Beiliang? Now that the northern cool permafrost is rigid, it is a good time to sow seeds! ”

"And! This kind of major event must be told to my father, teacher, you can rest assured, the teacher will be the first to work on the new high-yield grain varieties! ”

"Eh......" Song Lanyi waved his hand, looking like he didn't care much about fame and fortune, but his hand involuntarily touched Zhu Chuanye's hair, "Chuanye, although what you said is the truth, but this intention is understood by the teacher." But in your letter, you must not write like that. ”

"Ah...... This? ”

Zhu Chuanye's mouth opened wide, and his black grape-like eyes were full of confusion.

Song Lanyi said earnestly, "Where is Beiliang?" It is the land of the dragon of His Royal Highness King Qi, and it will be the land of the rising dragon in the future, carrying the luck of the atmosphere. Of course, there is my shadow in the grain world, but if it weren't for His Royal Highness King Qi carrying the imperial luck, how could I attract him here? ”

"It seems that the credit for the grain seed is mine, but if it were not for the insight of His Royal Highness King Qi, how could I cultivate grain in a corner of the troubled times?"

Zhu Chuanye's mouth completely turned into an "O" shape, and his little head was full of great puzzlement.

Until this moment, there was only one thought in his head, and that was-

It turns out that the performance can still be like this?

slapped the sycophants first, and the father was physically and mentally comfortable, and this credit was naturally remembered in the bottom of my heart.

As for the rhetoric of outsiders?

That's bullshit.

(End of chapter)