Watching short videos of beautiful women dancing, the ancients were all shocked

The sky was full of tears, but the sky was full of tears.

Only the sky screen was in the middle.

In the face of the outside world's sarcasm, Yuan Lao did not argue with them, but turned around and continued to devote himself to the experiment.

[For a while, the outside world became more presumptuous, and some even started to shout slogans, but he did not argue with it! ]

[This failure did not make Yuan Lao give up, but aroused his inner resentment! ]

[By 1968, he had found a total of 6 rice male sterile plants in these years. After cultivation, he obtained 800 plants and planted them in the experimental field. 】

【Mr. Yuan was looking forward to the 800 rice plants growing up, but one morning, Mr. Yuan found that his experimental field had been trampled into mud and all the rice in the field had been pulled out! 】

【The experimental field was destroyed! 】

【Mr. Yuan cried like a child and almost fainted. 】

All time and space looked at Mr. Yuan crying in the sky, and they couldn't help but feel distressed and extremely angry.

Great Qin.

Qin Shihuang's eyes flashed with raging anger, staring at the sky, and roared deafeningly:

"How can this be! These unfilial descendants not only turned a blind eye to the hard work of others, but also destroyed the fruits of others' labor?"

His voice was like thunder, echoing between heaven and earth.

You must know that these 800 rice seedlings are not carrying personal gains and losses, but the dawn and future of the survival of all the people!

How could one not be filled with righteous indignation and fury in the face of such a tragic situation?

Han.

Emperor Wu of Han was full of anger, his eyes staring at the sky, as if he wanted to pierce through the void.

His eyes were as cold as a thousand-year-old ice, which made people shudder. The whole court was dead silent, and no one dared to make a sound, for fear of angering the angry emperor.

However, although Emperor Wu of Han did not say a word, the powerful aura he exuded was enough to explain everything.

This monarch who was feared by the world was in extreme anger at this moment!

Everyone knew that although Emperor Wu of Han was decisive and ruled the country with an iron fist, he rarely got so angry.

Now he was so angry that he couldn't even speak, which showed that the situation had reached a very serious level...

[When Yuan Lao returned home with a feeling of disappointment, his heart was almost broken and he even wanted to give up his research. ]

[Destiny seemed to have cast a ray of hope for him - that night, he actually had a strange dream. ]

[In the dream, he saw the hybrid rice he had planted himself. ]

[As if they were cast with magic, they grew wildly and became taller and straighter than sorghum! ]

[The long rice ears were even taller and more magnificent than brooms! ]

[The sun was as hot as a flame, and he could hardly open his eyes. He quickly plunged into the rice field and lay comfortably in the golden rice field, feeling the cool breeze blowing across his cheeks. ]

[There was no hustle and bustle and troubles of the world here, only the fragrance of rice and endless tranquility. ]

[So he regained his confidence and continued to devote himself to hybrid rice research. In order to prevent man-made damage again, he had to separate from his family and take his students to Hainan! 】

【In order to make the seeds germinate, they tied the seeds around their waists and used their body temperature to stimulate the seeds. 】

【Such a strange dress made people in the car look at them strangely, and some even suspected that they were sick. 】

【By 1971, the hybrid rice cultivated by Yuan Lao had already produced 600 kilograms per mu. 】

【After large-scale promotion, it increased the national grain by 20%. 】

Tang Dynasty.

Li Shimin, who had just sat down, stood up with disbelief on his face before his butt was warm.

"How much?"

"600 kilograms?"

Through the information transmission and processing of the sky curtain, each plane has a very good understanding of the measurement method of later generations.

"Can this really reach 600 kilograms?"

"One kilogram is equivalent to two catties, so doesn't that mean it is as much as 1,200 catties?"

You know, at this moment in the Tang Dynasty, the rice yield per mu is only more than 200 catties. Even if they cultivate in areas with fertile soil and high terrain, they can only harvest two crops at most in a year, and the total yield is only about 500 kilograms!

And the yield of more than 1,000 kilograms per mu means more than twice their annual harvest.

What does this mean?

Looking at the

, Li Shimin's eyes revealed a deep greed.

Yes, greed!

If his Tang Dynasty had such seeds, it would mean that they could feed twice as many people as now.

At this moment, five heavy words kept echoing in his mind-"600 kilograms per mu!"

Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Yuanzhang clenched his fists tightly, his nails deeply sunk into his palms, his eyes full of shock and disbelief.

"600 kilograms per mu?"

"That's 1,200 kilograms!" Zhu Yuanzhang muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"This is exactly three times that of our Ming Dynasty!"

As a farmer who once cultivated the land himself, Zhu Yuanzhang knew how precious and hard-won every grain of food was.

He understood the meaning of this number better than anyone else.

It is not just a simple increase in production, but also the key to the national economy and people's livelihood, as well as the prosperity and stability of the country.

Even if only ten kilograms of grain per mu of land is produced, the total output of all farmlands across the country will be an extremely large and frightening number.

However, the reality is cruel. Zhu Yuanzhang took a deep breath and said:

"But the maximum yield per mu in Daming is only 300 kilograms!" His tone revealed helplessness and unwillingness.

Moreover, this is the harvest level that can be achieved under ideal conditions of good weather and no natural disasters.

Once encountering natural disasters and man-made disasters, such as droughts, floods or locust plagues, the grain output will drop sharply, and may even be only about 100 kilograms.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes gradually turned red, and tears rolled in the corners of his eyes.

"If we have this magical hybrid rice, no one in our Daming descendants will die of hunger again!"

His voice was choked with sobs, with a vision and expectation of a better life in the future.

As a man who started from scratch and ascended the throne after hardships, Zhu Yuanzhang knew the needs of the people very well.

Only by filling the people's stomachs and living a stable and prosperous life can the throne of his own Zhu family be stable and long-lasting.

After all, if he had not been starving to death, how could he have been forced to rise up in rebellion and eventually overthrow the rule of the Yuan Dynasty?

If everyone has food to eat, no one will risk losing their heads to rebel.

Looking at the crystal clear rice grains in the sky, Zhu Yuanzhang trembled with excitement.

Countless peasants and people in different time and space all looked at the sky in shock.

They danced with excitement.

That's 600 kilograms!

1,200 kilograms!

They never dreamed that this was true.

If they had this kind of food that could produce 600 kilograms per mu, they would take off directly!

They wouldn't even change it for an emperor!