Daming: After self-explosive time travel, Lao Zhu's mentality collapsed

At this time, another young man who looked like a scholar stood up.

He held a folding fan in one hand and held it behind his back with the other, and there was an air of elegance between his brows.

"Mr. Wu, if hybrid rice is to be promoted on a large scale, the support of surrounding local officials is indispensable. However, local officials have different ideological concepts, and some may even hinder the promotion of hybrid rice. How should we respond to this?" The young man said The voice is clear yet calm.

This question once again aroused the resonance of everyone in the audience.

Many people cast approving glances, waiting for Wu Ping's answer.

Wu Ping was stunned for a moment, his eyes turned around the young man, and then he smiled and said, "Can I ask you your surname?"

The young man clasped his fists and said respectfully: "The young man's surname is Qian, his name is Wenbin, and his given name is Zheming."

"Qian Wenbin, right? The question you asked is very insightful!" Wu Ping nodded approvingly: "Some local officials are knowledgeable and some are conservative. This is indeed a major obstacle to promoting hybrid rice. But the solution is always better than the difficulty. Many. We must take the initiative and actively communicate with local officials to let them know the benefits of hybrid rice. At the same time, we must widely publicize it among the people in Fengyang and surrounding areas and gather everyone’s efforts to create a good atmosphere for promoting hybrid rice! We have sincerity, wisdom, and perseverance, and even the most stubborn ideas will be slowly transformed!”

Qian Wenbin nodded secretly when he heard this.

His eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about Wu Ping's words.

After a moment, he raised his head and said firmly: "What Mr. Wu said is absolutely true! Xiaosheng is willing to contribute to the Department of Agriculture. He can lobby officials at the top and educate the people at the bottom. We must let the seeds of hybrid rice be used by officials. With the support of the people, the beautiful rivers and mountains of the Ming Dynasty will be spread all over the world!”

"Okay!" Wu Ping said overjoyed: "With talents like Mr. Qian helping us, we will be more confident! The agricultural revolution is not far away from success!"

In this way, the discussion within the Department of Agriculture became more and more heated.

A few days later, after some heated discussions within the Department of Agriculture, the preliminary planting plan for hybrid rice was finally finalized.

Wu Ping glanced at the people in the hall and announced firmly: "Everyone, the planting plan has been decided, and we will take action next. In order for hybrid rice to take root and sprout in Daming, we need a test field for field planting. After investigation, I decided to reclaim an idle wasteland on the outskirts of the city. What do you think?"

Hearing this, everyone exchanged approving glances.

Qian Wenbin clapped his hands and laughed and said: "Mr. Wu has a good vision! Although the wasteland is barren, it is vast and sparsely populated, which is most suitable for large-scale planting. We are right there, letting the green waves of hybrid rice roll and restoring the grand scene of thousands of miles of fertile fields. now!"

Li Yang clenched his fist and shouted, "That's right! Although the wasteland is hard to tame, as long as we work together, we will be able to make it green and give birth to thousands of lives! By then, everyone who passes by here will be impressed by the great cause of the Ming Dynasty's agricultural revolution!"

Zhang Delu stroked his gray beard, nodded and said: "I am willing to give all my money and pass on the farming experience accumulated throughout my life to the younger generations. Let us write a new chapter of the agricultural revolution in this wasteland!"

Wu Ping looked around and saw that everyone was high-spirited and eager to try.

He was greatly relieved and said loudly: "Okay! Since we all have the same mind, let's choose a day that is worse than hitting the sun. Let's get ready and set off early tomorrow morning!"

In the early morning of the next day, when the first ray of dawn shone on the earth, Wu Ping had already led everyone from the Department of Agriculture towards the outskirts of the city.

They were laughing and talking all the way.

Some people imagine the bright future of hybrid rice, some discuss the technical essentials of reclaiming wasteland, and some even express their heroic ambition to serve the country.

Not long after, everyone arrived at their destination.

Looking around, I saw an endless stretch of desolate land lying in front of me. A few sparse weeds were trembling in the wind, and the yellow land was cracked and dry, exuding a desolate atmosphere.

Li Yang looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart.

He thought to himself: "This wasteland looks barren of grass. Can we really grow hybrid rice?"

Wu Ping seemed to see through his mind, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Li Yang, don't be intimidated by the difficulties in front of you. Although the wasteland is barren, as long as we cultivate it carefully, it will be full of vitality. Remember, no matter how hard it is, it will be full of vitality." The hard land also carries the hope of the agricultural revolution!”

When Li Yang heard this, he suddenly woke up from a dream.

He straightened his back, nodded firmly and said, "Master Wu is right! The agricultural revolution depends on our indomitable spirit! No matter how great the difficulties are, they cannot scare away the pioneers of the Department of Agriculture!"

After listening to this conversation, everyone felt excited and their fighting spirit was high.

They rolled up their sleeves, picked up their hoes, and couldn't wait to get into the work of reclaiming land.

Under Wu Ping's command, everyone divided labor and cooperated, each showing its own strengths.

Some were responsible for leveling the land and digging the ground with hoes, and their clothes were soaked with sweat.

Some are responsible for digging ditches to divert water, clearing channels, and ensuring abundant water sources.

Qian Wenbin murmured to himself while wielding a hoe: "This wasteland, although it is barren for a while, contains infinite possibilities. If hybrid rice is sown here, it will surely create a miracle of yield per acre! By then, everyone will The officials and people who passed by here were all amazed by the achievements of Ming Dynasty’s agricultural science!”

Zhang Delu looked at the energetic figures of the young people and felt happy in his heart.

He picked up a hoe and said earnestly: "I have been cultivating the land all my life, and I know the temperament of the land best. Although this wasteland is barren now, as long as we take good care of it, we will transform it into fertile fields! By then, the village will Young and old men may come here to ask for advice on hybrid rice planting techniques!”

After listening to the old farmer's words, everyone couldn't help but smile and became more energetic.

They chase each other, sweating in the fields, wishing they could devote their whole lives to this land.

Even Wu Ping took off his official uniform, rolled up his sleeves, and worked with everyone.

Although he is a dignified official, he is not reserved and gets along well with the agricultural students.

Li Yang looked at Wu Ping's sweaty figure and felt a surge of admiration in his heart.

He secretly swore in his heart: "Master Wu is so close to the people, and we agricultural students must set an example and lead thousands of farmers to make hybrid rice bloom everywhere! Only in this way can we live up to your ardent expectations!"

The sun is high in the sky, and the sun is as scorching as fire.

Everyone had been working in the fields for more than half an hour, and they were all sweaty and exhausted.

Wu Ping wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked around, and showed a happy smile. (End of chapter)