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Sichuan Province, in a certain plain,

"Uncle, I am really not a god, look at my icon!"

Fang Jing rubbed his head, looked at the uncle who rushed towards him and pulled his leg, and explained softly with some helplessness.

He just crossed over and fell into the mud.

But who would have thought,

As soon as the smart assistant finished the test, a dark-skinned old man rushed over, hugged his thigh and shouted something like "God, God".

"I saw you fall from the sky with my own eyes!"

Yang Mingzhong couldn't care about this anymore.

It doesn’t matter whether they are gods or not, as long as they can save these grains, that’s all!

"Please be sure to save this food, otherwise someone might starve to death next year!"

Talking and talking,

On the old man's dark and skinny face, his eyes, as clear and simple as lakes, immediately shed tears.

"Starving to death?!"

As if some keyword was triggered, Fang Jing was immediately shocked. He immediately helped the old man in front of him up and said solemnly:

"Old man, don't worry, as long as I'm here, no one will starve to death!"

"Can you save these grains infected with the blight virus?"

Hearing Fang Jing's affirmative tone, Yang Mingzhong's eyes were immediately filled with hope, as if he had found his backbone.

"Blight virus..."

Fang Jing shook his head gently, straightened his back confidently and said loudly:

"Old man, just wait for my good news!"

Blight virus, it will definitely take some time to research how to crack this thing.

But there is more than one way to solve the food problem!

Don’t forget the fast-growing crop seeds that Mr. Zhu specially asked to bring!

and,

Even if these seeds don't work, he can still risk it!

At worst, he could become a meat transporter and bring food from this universe!

"Okay, okay, with your words, I feel relieved!"

Yang Mingzhong's idea was simple. After hearing Fang Jing's assurance, he continued to take care of his rice.

He bent over and put on his straw hat again, watching Fang Jing stand quietly on the spot.

Since this universe entered the interstellar age,

He hadn't seen this "primitive" farming model for a long time.

At this moment, he didn't think about anything else but one thing:

When the space door opens, we must let this old man go to school for training, and then use mechanized and intelligent farming to plant every inch of the entire plain with grain, so that he will feel happy just looking at the rice all over the ground. !

Sure enough, you still need a large machine!

"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!"

Just as he was thinking about it, the sound of rapid spiral rotation was heard. Looking at the dark green helicopter with the number of a certain unit in the southwest, Fang Jing, who was sitting on the field, slowly stood up.

He turned his head towards Yang Mingzhong who was weeding a few steps away and suddenly smiled:

"The person who picked me up is here, old man. I will let you plant thousands of acres of land in the future, the kind of land where crops will never wither for no reason!"

"Thousands of acres, that's too much. It's going to kill me. If the crops don't die, I'll just have a hundred acres. If I plant ten acres, I can feed my family. The remaining ninety acres of grain will be given to the production team to support those people." Starving compatriots!”

Yang Mingzhong also smiled and showed his yellowed teeth, stretched out his skinny hand and waved, saying goodbye while looking at Fang Jing expectantly.

"Hahaha, I do what I say!"

Hearing the old man's words, Fang Jing felt warm in his heart for some reason.

It wasn't until the helicopter carefully landed on the flat ground of the highway and the special warrior in combat uniform jumped out that Fang Jing turned around.

The person who came to pick him up is here!

"What's going on? I'm going to die. Why did I blow down a piece of rice!"

As a result, no one heard his voice before he saw him.

Behind the special forces team member, Hu Weijian was dressed simply and looked at the many rice plants blown down on the side with a look of despair.

"If I had known I had to drive here, I would have slowed down. This little rice is enough to feed dozens of people for a day!"

"Minister Hu, my plane didn't stop properly."

On the side of the door, the driver's voice sounded apologetic.

While apologizing, he also wanted to slap himself in the face. Now food is equal to life!

"It's okay, it's okay. My problem is, I shouldn't be quick, I'm still anxious."

Hu Weijian waved his hand and asked the two team members to collect the fallen wheat. At the same time, he finally looked in the direction of Fang Jing and said apologetically:

"Sorry, we have an emergency situation here, please forgive me."

After apologizing for his neglect, Hu Weijian straightened his collar, looked solemn, stretched out his hand and said:

"I'm Hu Weijian, the director of the Sichuan Provincial Food Administration, and I'm here specifically to pick you up!"

"I am Fang Jing, colonel of the Mars Space Force!"

Fang Jing didn't pay attention. Instead, he had a good impression of the minister in front of him. After making sure that the surrounding environment was suitable and that there were no unknown viruses that were harmful to the human body, the deformed metal on his head disappeared, revealing his own head. He smiled at the minister and stretched out his hand to shake his hand. together.

"Minister Hu must be very clear about my situation."

After shaking hands, Fang Jing took the initiative to speak. While speaking, he pointed to the surveillance camera facing the roadside in the distance.

"Yes, then Colonel Fang, please!"

Hu Weijian breathed out,

The other person was unusually kind and easy to talk to, which relieved a lot of the tension in his heart.

"Well, when we arrived at the base, we were chatting in detail about our meeting ceremony and how to solve your food problem."

Fang Dingding nodded,

A warning came casually.

However, he obviously didn't realize what he meant to a minister of the General Food Administration who was about to face a food shortage crisis, to help them solve the food problem!

Hu Weijian heard this sentence,

In just one second, his eyes immediately became sharp!

That's such a pair of eyes,

Looking at Fang Jing was like seeing a relative, with a strong sense of desire and inquiry, which made him feel that Hu Weijian might be eager to pounce on him and ask about the content in the next second.

only,

The other party suppressed these excitements after all.

However, the meeting gift mentioned by Fang Jing obviously also touched Hu Weijian's needs.

Next, he was obviously much more attentive.

"Please, Colonel Fang, please ascend the throne. We have the right person to talk to. Mr. Qian Zong has already set off and will be there soon!"

After putting Fang Jingqing on the helicopter,

The whole plane suddenly shook!

The special operations team members were horrified to find that the helicopter's high-strength landing gear actually collapsed!

How heavy this is!

Can this helicopter still fly?

"It's okay, I'll help you."

Fang Jing, who had his legs hanging out of the helicopter door, could see the thoughts of the special operations team members and had a smile on his face.

"It's just that the flying posture will be weird!"

"Uh...okay!"

Glancing at the mecha on Fang Jing's body, the special operations team member nodded blankly.

Then,

This helicopter took off in an extremely strange posture!

How should I put it?

It's just that the helicopter's hatch wasn't closed tightly, and one leg got stuck out.

There was a faint blue light gushing out from under those legs, leading the plane to fly high into the distance...