The Secret History of Mars

"Master was indeed in seclusion at first, but earlier today, we received a message from you, saying that he would bring Miss Qinghe to Wanggu City, so he came out of seclusion." The high priest glanced at Wen Yu standing there The woman behind Ze was indeed beautiful, but she was still a little less seductive than the seductive vixen Wuzhiqi said.

Cui Xingmeng wore the Xinyu Crystal and could hear the high priest's voice clearly. She waved her hand to him as a greeting, then pointed at Ye Qinghe next to him, and then pointed at their king.

The high priest understood Cui Xingmeng's gesture, followed the direction of her finger, saw Ye Qinghe, and then shut up. Having followed Wen Yuze for thousands of years, I naturally know his likes and dislikes very well. The person in front of me, who can be cold or charming, sweet or salty, is indeed the best in the world. Every hair of his hair is indeed based on the aesthetics of his king! Not to mention selling Qi Yanji to Mars for her, it would probably cost the entire solar system in exchange, and his own king would not hesitate.

"Why, Wuzhiqi doesn't welcome me?" Ye Qinghe listened to the high priest's words and looked at the way he looked at him, and then teased.

"Why wouldn't Master welcome you? It's just a misunderstanding. Once we meet, he will definitely like you." Wen Yuze looked carefully, as if he was about to take his wife to meet her parents.

"Okay, let's meet." Ye Qinghe originally had little interest in going to Wanggu City, but hearing that Wuzhiqi had misunderstood her actually aroused her curiosity. He quickly walked a few steps, passed Wen Yuze and walked in the front. He was the first to climb the steps of the wheat boat and stepped onto the wheat boat.

Seeing Ye Qinghe's queenly posture, the high priest no longer cared about Wen Yuze. He hurriedly followed behind and waited carefully, thinking to himself, "This is probably another ancestor who can make our King He Boyu feel sad for thousands of years." , this legendary aura after painting is really overwhelming. ’

Ye Qinghe listened to the high priest's heartbroken thoughts and laughed dumbly. He actually had an inexplicable liking for this person. If he had not lost the demon silk back then, he should have met such an interesting person earlier.

Following Ye Qinghe, everyone boarded the wheat boat one after another. The last guard who boarded the boat put away the steps made of wheat straw. Only then did Cui Xingmeng discover that this wheat boat was really made of wheat. Even the steps used to get on the boat were made of tough and light wheat straw. Therefore, it can easily float on the top of the wheat waves, and its huge bottom area is enough to bear the weight of many people without collapsing.

The question is, how does this boat move? After Cui Xingmeng got on the boat, she looked back and forth for a long time, but could not find any equipment such as the cab or the engine. She was wondering when she suddenly heard the high priest sing in a long voice, shouting, "Get up~"

Then the breeze came, the wheat waves surged, and thousands of ears of wheat were like a relay, transporting the wheat boat they were sitting on! In the blink of an eye, the boat moved quickly, and the wheat boat had already left Miemeng Gallery far away.

This operation made everyone in Shi Yiji on the Mai Ship extremely surprised! The true unity of heaven and man, free and easy, I don’t know whether it is the high priest calling the wind to push the wheat waves, or the wheat boat knowing the trend of the wind blowing the wheat waves and cruising among them! In short, the picture is harmonious and beautiful. Between the sky and the earth, there is a golden ribbon. On top of the ribbon, there is a wheat boat. The people on the boat are flying in the wind. How comfortable!

"The Mayans of the Qiyan Period are indeed romantic!" Even Ye Qinghe was affected by this scene. He remembered Wen Yuze's evaluation of his own people and couldn't help but said to himself. She spoke in a very soft voice, but the wind picked up every word. In the ears of Wen Yuze, who was sitting at the stern of the boat, it turned into an indescribable smile on Wen Yuze's face.

"From 18 degrees to 50 degrees north latitude, from plains to mountains with an altitude of 4,000 meters, this circle of wheat waves in the northern temperate zone is the best transportation hub in the Qiyan Period." Yuan Yizhou couldn't help but admire the Mayan people, a place where nature and man unite. Wisdom, this is more efficient and environmentally friendly than any Shiyiji highway.

"Now is the season when the wheat is ripe. You can row on the wheat waves like this, but what about other seasons?" Feng Shuhai, who was completely insulated from romance, thought of a technical problem.

The high priest was very unhappy when he saw this ignorant Shi Yiji ruining the romantic atmosphere he had carefully created. He said angrily, "We have wheat waves all year round. This is not a problem!"

"There are wheat waves in all four seasons?!" Feng Shuhai asked in surprise and with increasing excitement, "What does this mean? Do you have no four seasons, or can wheat waves grow in four seasons? You are not serious in what you say."

When an artist meets a scientist, their conversation is like that of a high priest and Feng Shuhai, not on the same channel at all.

"This is the earth, the northern temperate zone. Of course there are four seasons!" Wen Yuze interjected. He really didn't want his high priest's mood to be messed up. When he saw the master later, he still needed the high priest's help, so he took it. Feng Shuhai’s question.

The high priest seemed to have figured out Wen Yuze's thoughts. He was so happy that he ignored Feng Shuhai.

"The wheat in the Qiyan Period is four-grain wheat, and one grain of wheat will sprout and grow every season." Wen Yuze explained, "So it is not very strict to say that the wheat wave can grow for four seasons." His high priest was inexplicable. When he is criticized, he naturally wants to help him feel better.

Feng Shuhai didn't take it seriously, but still focused on technology, "A grain of wheat has 14 chromosomes. It is the most primitive mother species of wheat?!"

"Yes, it's the mother seed of wheat, Yikemai." Wen Yuze was a little surprised. Yuan Yizhou's partner did not expect him to also do research on crop breeding.

Feng Shuhai's heart was filled with excitement at this time, "We have reached the limit of cultivating two-grain wheat. Ordinary wheat is both one-grain wheat and two-grain wheat. Unlike different wild grass plants, after many iterations of evolution, we can still solve this problem." pests and diseases and improve point yields. And here actually cultivated four-grain wheat! There is even a grain of wheat heading each season, which is simply a miracle of breeding in the agricultural field! ’

"And the taste of a grain of wheat is different in each season. When we arrive at Wanggu City soon, everyone can try which season's wheat you like best." Wen Yuze heard Feng Shuhai's inner thoughts, and gave him another A gust of wind was added, causing him to toss even more violently.

"Mr. Wen, what do you mean by taste? Can you describe it in detail?" Every question asked by Feng Shuhai was like writing an appraisal report, direct and boring.

"For example, there are some wheats that carry fruit genes and have the sweetness of fruits. My master's favorite is the wheat field at the foot of Dashuiquan Mountain. The ripe wheats in early spring taste like peaches. "Wen Yuze explained, "Is this specific enough?"

Feng Shuhai's knowledge system has been completely overturned. This wheat field of the emotional Maya can not only grow wheat, but also grow peach-flavored wheat! !