At this moment, another young man who looked like a scholar stood up.

He held a folding fan in one hand and behind him with the other, revealing an elegant air between his eyebrows.

"Lord Wu, if hybrid rice wants to be popularized on a large scale, it is indispensable to have the support of surrounding local officials. However, local officials have different ideologies, and some may even block the promotion of hybrid rice. How do we deal with this?" The young man's voice was clear and calm.

This question once again resonated with everyone in the audience.

Many people cast approving glances, waiting for Wu Ping's answer.

Wu Ping was slightly stunned, his eyes turned around the young man, and then he smiled and said, "May I ask your Excellency's surname?"

The young man clasped his fists and said respectfully, "Xiaosheng's surname is Qian Wenbin, and the word is Zheming."

"Qian Wenbin, right? Your question is very insightful!" Wu Ping nodded approvingly and said, "Local officials, some are well-versed and some are conservative, and this is indeed a big obstacle to the promotion of hybrid rice. But there are more solutions than difficulties. We need to be proactive and actively communicate with local officials to educate them about the benefits of hybrid rice. At the same time, we should also widely publicize it among the people in Fengyang and the surrounding areas, gather the strength of everyone, and form a good atmosphere for the promotion of hybrid rice! As long as we have sincerity, wisdom, and perseverance, even the most stubborn concepts will be slowly transformed!"

Hearing this, Qian Wenbin nodded secretly.

His eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about Wu Ping's words.

After a moment, he raised his head and said in a firm tone, "Lord Wu's words are extremely true! Xiaosheng is willing to contribute to the Ministry of Agriculture, and he can lobby officials at the top and preach to the people. We must let the seeds of hybrid rice, with the support of the officials and the expectations of the people, spread the splendid rivers and mountains of the Ming Dynasty!"

"Good!" Wu Ping was overjoyed and said, "With the help of a talent like a rich boy, we will have more confidence!" The agricultural revolution is not far from success!"

In this way, the discussion within the Faculty of Agriculture became more and more intense.

A few days later, after some verbal discussions within the Faculty of Agriculture, the preliminary planting plan for hybrid rice was finally finalized.

Wu Ping glanced at the people in the hall and announced in a firm tone, "Everyone, the planting plan has been decided, and then we will take action. In order for hybrid rice to take root and germinate in Daming, we need a test field for field planting and observation. After researching, I decided to go to the outskirts of the city to reclaim an idle wasteland. I wonder what you think?"

When everyone heard this, they exchanged approving glances.

Qian Wenbin stroked his palms and laughed, "Lord Wu has a good eye! Although the wasteland is barren, it is sparsely populated and is most suitable for large-scale cultivation. Let's be there, let the green waves of hybrid rice roll, and let the magnificent scenery of fertile fields reappear!"

Li Yang clenched his fists and shouted, "That's it! Although the wasteland is difficult to gnaw, as long as we work together, we will definitely be able to make it green and give birth to thousands of lives! When the time comes, all those who pass by here will be impressed by the great cause of the Ming Dynasty's agricultural revolution!"

Zhang Delu touched his gray beard and nodded, "The old man is willing to teach him all his life, and pass on the farming experience he has accumulated throughout his life to future generations. Let us write a new chapter in the agricultural revolution in this wasteland!"

Wu Ping looked around and saw that everyone was high-spirited and eager to try.

He was relieved and said aloud, "Good! Since everyone has the same thoughts, then let's choose a day instead of hitting the day, and tomorrow morning, let's get ready and go!"

In the early morning of the second day, when the first rays of dawn sprinkled on the earth, Wu Ping had already led the people of the Department of Agriculture to march towards the outskirts of the city.

They talked and laughed all the way, and there was a lot of discussion.

Some people imagine the bright future of hybrid rice, some people discuss the technical essentials of reclaiming wasteland, and some people express their pride and ambition to serve the country.

In a short time, the crowd arrived at their destination.

As far as the eye can see, there is an endless barren land in front of me.

A few sparse weeds shivered in the wind, and the withered yellow earth cracked and dried up, exuding a desolate smell.

Li Yang looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.

He thought to himself, "This wasteland, which looks like it doesn't grow a single crop, can really grow hybrid water

Rice?"

Wu Ping seemed to see through his thoughts, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Li Yang, don't be intimidated by the difficulties in front of you. The wasteland may be barren, but if we nurture it carefully, it will flourish. Remember, no matter how hard the ground is, it also carries the hope of the agricultural revolution!"

When Li Yang heard this, he suddenly woke up like a dream.

He straightened his waist and nodded firmly, "Lord Wu is right! The agricultural revolution depends on our indomitable spirit! No matter how great the difficulties are, they can't frighten the tide makers of the Faculty of Agriculture!"

After listening to this conversation, everyone was full of excitement and high morale.

They rolled up their sleeves, picked up their hoes, and eagerly plunged into the work of reclamation.

Under the command of Wu Ping, everyone worked together and showed their strengths.

Some were responsible for leveling the land, plowing the ground with hoes, and sweat soaked their clothes.

Some are responsible for ditching and diverting water, dredging channels, and ensuring that water is abundant.

Qian Wenbin muttered to himself while swinging his hoe to reclaim, "Although this wasteland is barren for a while, it contains infinite possibilities. Hybrid rice is sown here, and it will surely create a miracle of yield per mu! When the time comes, all the officials and people who pass by here will be amazed by the fruits of my Ming Dynasty agronomy!"

Zhang Delu looked at the energetic figures of the young people, and his heart was full of relief.

He leaned on his hoe and said earnestly, "The old man has planted the land all his life, and he knows the temperament of the land best. Although this wasteland is barren at the moment, as long as we take care of it, we will transform it into a fertile field! At that time, the old and young masters in the village may all come to ask for the techniques of hybrid rice cultivation!"

After listening to the old farmer's words, everyone couldn't help but smile and be more motivated.

They chased after me, sweating in the fields, eager to devote their lives to this land.

Even Wu Ping took off his official uniform, rolled up his sleeves, and worked with everyone.

Although he is a dignified member, he is not reserved and mingles with agricultural students.

Li Yang looked at Wu Ping's sweaty figure, and a sense of admiration surged in his heart.

He secretly swore in his heart, "Lord Wu is so close to the people and loves the people, and we agricultural students must lead by example and lead thousands of farmers to make hybrid rice bloom everywhere!" Only in this way can we live up to the ardent expectations of adults!"

The sun is in the sky, and the sun is like fire.

The people had been working in the fields for most of the hour, sweating and exhausted.

Wu Ping wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked around, but showed a relieved smile.

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