Teacher Yuan was explaining as he spoke. Others may not understand what he said, but Yang Xiaotao understood.

The two of them exchanged breeding experiences while walking.

Soon, we came to a field behind a small slope.

“This is where hybrid rice is grown!”

Teacher Yuan pointed to the place in front and said.

Yang Xiaotao looked over.

I found that the rice here is on average about ten centimeters taller than the rice seen on the road, and the rice stalks appear to be thicker and the ears are larger than what I saw.

"This looks better than the ordinary ones. By the way, I heard you call him Chaoyang No. 1?"

Teacher Yuan smiled and nodded, "Yes! It's called Chaoyang No. 1, which is exactly the same as your Yangcun No. 1."

But Yang Xiaotao smiled and said, "Okay, this is a good name. Remember the original intention."

"Yes, remember our original intention."

After saying this, the two looked at each other and smiled, then each picked up their sickles, entered the rice fields, and began to harvest.

There is strength in numbers!

More than a dozen people lined up in a row, each holding a sickle, guarding the four rows of rice.

With one stroke of the sickle, about ten centimeters of rice was cut down, and then he put it behind him and continued to move forward.

Everyone is basically moving forward together, but of course some people are left behind...

For example, a certain Comrade Hao...

By mid-afternoon, the entire rice field had been knocked down!

The rice that originally reached the thighs was spread on the ground, revealing the original color of the land.

Everyone then sat on the ground to rest for a while.

Yang Xiaotao was now more certain that this hybrid rice experiment was successful.

This is not only a conclusion drawn from personal practice, but also secret information from Xiaowei. The energy contained in these rice is three to five times that of ordinary rice.

Not only that, everyone who came to the Harvest Research Institute also saw the quality of the rice.

They looked at it from a distance and felt that they must have gained a good harvest.

But this time I harvested rice with my own hands, and my judgment became more and more certain.

Everyone is sure that this time it will be successful.

After a short rest, everyone quickly tied up the harvested rice. Then someone drove a tractor, and everyone turned into hard-working bees again. They put the tied rice on the truck and transported it to the base.

Yang Xiaotao and Teacher Yuan were walking slowly on the ground, with their hands behind their backs and the rice they had picked up, which they had dropped earlier.

In line with the principle of not wasting every particle, it is natural to pick it up carefully.

"In those years, I saw too many things. Everyone worked hungry and only had so little food at home..."

Perhaps it was the joy of the harvest or the imminent success, but Teacher Yuan obviously talked more, as if he was looking for someone to talk to.

And Yang Xiaotao is the most suitable audience.

"At that time, I was thinking, I have to do something to ensure that there is enough food on everyone's table."

Speaking of this, Teacher Yuan seemed to think of something and was a little ashamed, because the person next to him had done it earlier than him, and he also did it.

However, he quickly adjusted. If the other party succeeded, he would also succeed.

And he will do even better in the future.

Because he is more pure than the other party and can devote all his efforts 100%.

And all his life, he wanted to be a farmer.

Thinking of this, Teacher Yuan straightened up, looked at the sun that was about to set in the distance, quietly came to Yang Xiaotao, and whispered, "That day, I had a dream."

Yang Xiaotao also straightened up, holding a handful of rice ears in his hand, like a golden mace, shaking in the air.

Seeing Teacher Yuan's appearance, he came closer and smiled, "It must be a sweet dream."

Teacher Yuan also laughed, "Of course! If you say this sweet dream, you won't take it seriously."

"But now the dream has come true, and you are the first to know."

"Then I have to listen attentively."

Yang Xiaotao picked his ears as he spoke.

However, Mr. Yuan raised the rice ears in Yang Xiaotao's hands high into the air. The rays of the setting sun shone on them, emitting golden light, as if they were wrapping a golden coat around them.

At this moment, everyone around him saw it with nothing but divine admiration.

Teacher Yuan looked up at the rice in his hands, and then said softly, "I had a dream that day."

"I dreamed that the rice in this field was as tall as sorghum, the ears were as long as brooms, and the grains inside were as big as peanuts, and my comrades and I were sitting under the rice ears to enjoy the cool air."

Click~

Not far away, Wang Hao put down the camera in his hand, feeling happy in his heart.
Chapter completed!