Quick Travel Plane Development Notes

Jiang Jing looked at Song Yingmin subconsciously, her face was still very handsome, but there was no sense of warmth on her face, looking at her as if she was looking at a dead person.

It reminded her of the corpse of her mother-in-law whom she had never met.

Her hairs stood on end, she hurriedly avoided Song Yingmin's sight, and carried her son into the house.

When Song Yingmin turned his back on her before, he had such a cold face. She just thought that Song Yingmin valued her too much, and she was so jealous that she couldn't help but feel a little happy in her heart.

But at this moment, he suddenly understood that Song Yingmin was either jealous or angry, and he couldn't see her having any contact with other men.

If she hadn't listened to Song Yingmin then, would Song Yingmin...do anything to her. She didn't dare to think about it.

"Cook."

Jiang Jing was even more frightened.

Is Song Yingmin still human?

She only glanced at the corpse from a distance, and until now she had no thought of eating it.

That was his own mother, and she was even a little sad not to see him.

I came back and just wanted to eat.

What kind of person did she marry?

Is the Song Yingmin in the previous life the same person as the current Song Yingmin?

But Jiang Jing didn't dare not do it.

She didn't kill the chicken as she originally thought.

She made plain noodles.

Song Yingmin didn't say anything and ate a big bowl.

Jiang Jing still couldn't eat anything and only drank some water.

…………

It didn't take long for the case to be cleared.

Fu Gaihua was indeed killed by Song Laokui.

Fu Gaihua couldn't stand Song Laokui's beatings, so she ran away one night, but failed. Song Laokui caught up with her not far outside the village, beat her to death on the spot, and dragged her home after he was beaten.

Song Laokui started to rebuild the courtyard wall the next day, specially built a thick stone wall, and built Fu Gaihua's body into the wall that night.

Song Laokui was sentenced to death and executed immediately.

But Jiang Jing knew that Song Laokui knew that he would not survive, so he did not tell that Song Yingmin built the wall, but he himself admitted it.

She just heard from Song Yingmin himself in her previous life that he built the stone wall. Without evidence, no one would believe her words.

Even if others believed it, Song Yingmin was only twelve or thirteen years old, and he would be fine, at most he would be talked about.

And her, Song Yingmin will not let her go.

Jiang Jing, who wants to understand, has been listening to Song Yingmin these days, tidy up the house, take care of her son, and haven't entered the space for a long time.

She dared not, for fear of being discovered by Song Yingmin.

Space is her only crutch.

Song Yingmin stayed at home and did not leave the village.

The family has land, and when Song Laokui is not drinking, he tends the crops in the field, and Jiang Jing also helps.

Song Yingmin doesn't like farming, so he hasn't been there once in so many days.

If the land has to be planted, Jiang Jing can only go there.

When she went to the field, the child was to be left at home.

How could Jiang Jing endure it all the time.

After Song Yingmin finally went out to do business, Jiang Jing put all her and her son's things in the space, and left home with her son in her arms.

"Where are you going?"

Hearing the voice behind, Jiang Jing was suddenly covered in cold sweat.

It was Song Yingmin's voice.

Jiang Jing ran away, and was caught by Song Yingmin within a few steps.

"You want to run." Song Yingmin grabbed Jiang Jing's hair and turned her face to him, "You want to be like my mother, huh?"

Jiang Jing felt like her scalp was about to be pulled off, and she cried and begged for mercy, "No, Ying Min, I didn't want to run away, I just wanted to go back to my parents' house to visit."

Song Yingmin put down Jiang Jing's hair and said, "Go back to your parents' house, okay."

Just when Jiang Jing thought Song Yingmin believed her words, she heard Song Yingmin say, "Where have you put all the things you brought from home? Don't even think about lying to me. Do you think you hid it well?"

Where did you earn your money? When we got married, I went through your things, and I didn't even get a hundred yuan. The total money you gave me was six to seven hundred yuan. How did you earn it?

Where do the grains and fruits you sell at the market come from? You catch fish every day. Where are the fish you caught? Where do you put the fish cage? "

Jiang Jingting's whole body was drenched with sweat.

She thought she had done it secretly enough, but she didn't expect that Song Yingmin would find out everything.

…………

Beijing.

In the Agricultural Research Institute, a group of people gathered around a pile of things to look at.

The pile came from a large cardboard box that came in the mail.

All the outer wrappings have been opened, and the contents inside are spread out.

The things are not too special, it can be said to be ordinary, they are all things they are very familiar with.

A bunch of ripe wheat.

A bag of soybeans.

Six cobs of corn.

Ordinary things, unusual shapes.

The wheat ears are twice as long as ordinary wheat ears, and each one is in perfect condition. At first glance, you will think that they are manufactured models.

Soybean grains are larger and plumper than regular soybeans.

Corn is even more so. It has big grains and is so golden that no one would believe it if you take it out and say it is a prop.

But a group of people have confirmed that these are all true, there is no fraud at all, they all grow like this from the ground.

"Why do wheat ears grow so big? Which laboratory newly cultivated them? How could they be sent to our institute so casually?"

Isn't it casual? An ordinary cardboard box is not afraid of being crushed.

"Also, these soybeans and this corn are cultivated through genetically modified technology."

A man wearing glasses held a stack of paper, adjusted his glasses, and said, "This is the information sent together. It says that these are all naturally selected and not genetically modified.

Look at the soybean yield per mu mentioned above. It is more than double what it is now. If it is true, it would be too strong. "

"Xiao Zou, where did you find it?" A middle-aged man with less hair on his head reached out to the man wearing glasses, "Bring it to me and take a look."

"The information was placed in the pile of wood shavings at the bottom of the box." Xiao Zou handed the information to the middle-aged man, "Director Cai, the person who sent the stuff may be a civil servant."

"Minke?" A thin man in a white coat showed an expression of disbelief, "Is it impossible? Can Minke cultivate such seeds?"

An old man walked in and asked, "Where are the things you sent?"

"Old Zeng." A group of people made room for the old man.

Mr. Zeng walked to the table, saw some things spread out on the table, walked a few steps, went over to have a closer look, then carefully picked up a wheat ear, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully , praised, "What a good thing."

Director Cai asked, "Mr. Zeng, do you know who sent this? Is it a local research institute?"

Mr. Zeng gently put down the wheat ears in his hand and sighed, "No, it was cultivated by individuals. It is what you call Minke."

"Minke!"

"Really, Mr. Zeng, are you not kidding us?"

Mr. Zeng handed a magazine rolled up in his hand to Director Cai, "There are articles published by this civil servant."

This is a foreign-language journal, which can be said to be a first-class international agricultural journal.

Director Cai opened the magazine catalog hesitantly, and quickly found the same name as the one he just read, "It's really her, Wei Xingxi."