The Human Emperor

Chapter 185

"Male, public, ... son, are you serious?"

Zhang Mu Nian is finally not calm.

The reason why he was imprisoned, the reason why he would have corrupted more than 20,000 gold, is because he could not support him. If there is enough financial and power support, how can he fall to such a point?

For Zhang Munian, Wang Chong’s proposal for this moment made him very excited. Even in an instant, he completely defeated the uneasiness that was secretly seen in his heart.

"Of course. If it is not to help you, why should I save you?"

Wang Chong faintly said.

Regarding the story of Zhang Mu-nian, no matter how many times he lived, or in this life, there are not many people circulating. Wang Chong only knows that some of the rice created by this person after his death has slowly spread.

The grain output of these grains is higher, although it has not changed the fate of Shenzhou in the end, nor has it changed the fate of Datang.

But at least, Wang Chong knows that there are such people, there is such a person named Zhang Munian, who is silently contributing himself with his own strength.

They didn't enjoy fame before they were born, and they didn't show up after they died.

But for this world, their role is huge. From business to summer to Zhou to Han and then to Tang and Tang, human beings can get rid of the state of hunting and living. The output of food is increasing and the population is increasing. It depends on countless people like Zhang Munian.

It was their unspeakable effort that finally created the current Middle-earth Shenzhou.

Summer's grain output is beyond quotient, Zhou is beyond summer, and Han is beyond Zhou... and until the era of the Tang Dynasty, it has gone far beyond any era of the previous dynasty.

However, for Wang Chong, this grain output is still far from enough. Far from being enough to support an expanding, larger population of the Middle-earth Shenzhou.

The purpose of Wang Chong is to let the production of Zhongtu Shenzhou achieve a qualitative leap on the basis of the present. In order to do this, Wang Chong’s martial arts alone cannot be achieved.

There is nothing in this world that can do this.

Wang Chong can only rely on his own knowledge and experience from another world.

"Great! Wang Gongzi, as long as you can give me enough support. I must... I will be able to cultivate more grain than the current production!"

Zhang Munian did not think so much, and did not know what kind of plans Wang Chong had. I was very excited when I heard that he was really willing to support himself.

"Mr. Zhang!"

When Wang Chong poured a little tea on Zhang Munian, he thought about how to tell him:

"...you have been working in the Ministry of Agriculture for so long, I don't know if I noticed. Some grains, the yield per plant is very high. Even more than other grain yields?"

"of course!"

Zhang Munian stunned and looked surprised. Wang Chong, a rich man, actually knows about the grain. However, if you think that Wang Chong is willing to support him, it is natural to understand:

“Our Ministry of Agriculture’s job is to find these high-yielding plants. Then collect their seeds and find ways to expand the planting. But it’s useless. When these seeds are found, they may have high yields. But when we plant them, It has become a very common plant. Some rice is not knotted."

“In 100,000 experiments, you can find a truly high-yielding grain, and it’s not bad to keep it.”

Throughout the dynasties, the task of all the bureaucrats of the Ministry of Agriculture was to visit a rice field to find. From the hustle and bustle of rice, keep improving and look for those products that are particularly prominent.

However, due to the uncertainty of grain genetics, a rice may be the first generation of high yield, the second generation of general production, the third generation of low yield, and may eventually reappear high yields until the fourth generation.

But this is meaningless, because when it is low-yielding, it may be starving.

The fourth generation has regained high yields and is already lucky.

The hardships of screening the seeds of the Ministry of Agriculture can be imagined.

Zhang Mu Nian grew up in the field of stalks, influenced by the family, coupled with the food for the people, Zhang Mu Nian's energy for almost a lifetime has almost hit this screening.

And because of this, I entered the prison and almost died.

"So the gold that disappears is that you are subsidizing the low-volume farmers there, right?"

Wang Chongdao.

"Yes!"

In the face of Wang Chong, Zhang Mu Nian did not have the need to hide. Seed screening is highly risky. For those who have planted their own rice, the result is low yield, and even the grain is not harvested, farmers must be compensated, so that the experiment can proceed.

Zhang Munian’s twenty-two gold is not spent in one day, but twenty years, unconsciously, and spend a little bit of money.

All gold is subsidized among farmers.

"Mr. Zhang, have you ever thought about the high-yielding plants? Why do some of these grains can be kept, some can't, or even reduce production, or no amount?"

Wang Chong deliberately, while carefully instilling his views on Zhang Mu Nian.

"what?"

Zhang Munian stunned, he really did not think about it. His screening work is no different from other people. The instability of plant yields, from generation to generation, has long been used.

I really didn't think about why, and what problems there are.

"This, I really didn't think about it."

Zhang Munian shook his head. This is the first time someone has mentioned it to him.

"Is there Mr. Zhang thought that these grains may be the same as people, there are men and women. There are male sterile lines and male maintainers. This explains why a high-yielding grain is planted, and the result is second. In the year, there may be no revenue."

Wang Chong finally threw his own opinion.

Zhang Munian looked at the boy in front of him, as if he was a ghost. This kind of argument, he has never heard of anyone in his life. Plants also have men and women, what a joke.

But I have to say that Wang Chong’s statement has developed his ideas. Moreover, it does not necessarily make sense.

In terms of rice screening, this is indeed a new idea.

"This, I never thought about it."

Zhang Munian meditated and did not resist the theory of Wang Chong.

"Call!"

Wang Chong has been staring at Zhang Mu Nian's eyes and saw that he did not resist the moment, and his heart was relieved for a long time. A new theory, a kind of advanced theory, the biggest problem is that it cannot be accepted.

Obviously, Zhang Munian is not such a person.

I am looking for the right person.

"Mr. Zhang, I am thinking, if we can find out the male sterile line and the maintenance line of this grain, we can distinguish it separately, so it will help for future planting or seed production."

"And, the grain is different from human beings after all. People with men and women, the 'men and women' of the grain may not be the same as human beings. If there is a male sterile line, then there may be a recovery system that can turn these grains into a maintenance system. ?"

Wang Chong finally threw out his own "three rice system".

In another world, the “rice three-line method” is the essence of “hybrid rice”. Although it is only a theory, its role is epoch-making.

Sometimes, only when you have the direction, you can use the right strength. If you are facing the ground, sooner or later, you can find water.

And if you are drilling the well in the sky, you don't want to have water for a lifetime.

Wang Chong does not have "hybrid rice", so no seeds can be given. Wang Chong is ignorant of the problem of farmland and screening.

The rice three-line method is all that Wang Chong knows.

Wang Chong has no other way, only he can find a way to cultivate high-yield "hybrid rice" in this world. And Zhang Munian is what Wang Chong can think of and can achieve the best of all.

As long as Zhang Munian can find three different kinds of rice, then Datang's food will be a qualitative leap. "People eat food for the sky", this is the basis of the future.

Whether it is a continuous war or a confrontation against powerful, alien invaders in the future, these are the foundations of Wang Chong's existence.

"I have to think about it. The son said it is unheard of. This kind of three-lined statement has never been heard by people for a lifetime. But I am willing to give it a try."

Zhang Mu-nian sighed, Wang Chong's three-line rice water method, let him think more and more. If you can whiten, why the high-yield nature of rice can not continue, maybe he can really develop a truly high-yielding rice.

"Gongzi, can you give me a field? I am willing to do my best and try it."

Zhang Munian looked up and showed a strange color in his eyes.

"Ha ha ha, of course. But it is not here, but another place. Location, I have arranged for you. It will be the best place for you to experiment."

Wang Chong smiled.

"Oh?"

Zhang Munian looked up and looked amazed: "I don't know where the son said?"

"Cross toe!"

Wang Chong smiled.

Rice with cross-toe, three cooked a year. And there is a lot of manpower there. Zhang Munian is going to experiment with rice, which is the best place.

And three times a year, can also shorten the time as soon as possible, allowing Zhang Munian to experiment with "hybrid rice" at the fastest speed.

Zhang Mu Nian quickly left.

With him left, there are 100,000 gold, and the 50-man guard from Wang Chong from the uncle Wang, Wang, and Ye Lao and Hu Gong.

No one was alarmed and walked quietly toward the south.

At the same time, the two letters written by Wang Chong also flew to the hands of the uncle Wang and the son of Song Wang Li Cheng.

Experimenting with Zhang Munian in an area where the toe is drawn, this little thing, only the uncle and the king of Song can say hello.

I am afraid that Yao Jia and Qi Wang will not care about the distant things.

"I can give it to you, I have already given it to you. In the future, if Datang can escape those disasters, it will be yours!"

Sitting in the study room and looking at the direction of Zhang Munian's departure, Wang Chong muttered to himself.

No one knows better than him. In the future, if Datang can escape, the Middle-earth can survive. In fact, it is not pinned on him.

And pinned on a farmer in his fifties.

Zhang Mu Nian is his greatest hope!

[The third is around 12 o'clock, don't wait! 】