The spell's range covers the entire territory of China? Hand it over to the state.

"Clatter".

The notebook containing data on countless failures fell to the ground from Chen Yan's hand.

But he didn't care at all. He rushed out of the control room like a madman, not even noticing that he had lost a shoe. He smashed open the airtight door and plunged headfirst into the rice paddy.

This is not an illusion.

The stinging sensation of rice leaves brushing against my cheek was real.

The weight of the heavy rice ears pressing on your hand is real.

Even the mouthwatering aroma of rice in the air is real!

"This is...this is..."

Chen Yan's knees buckled, and he knelt on the damp soil of the paddy field. His hands trembled as he held up a bunch of rice ears, each grain as big as a peanut, so plump it seemed about to burst open.

He didn't care whether there was mud on it or whether it was raw rice. He peeled off a grain with trembling hands and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it vigorously.

"Crunch, crunch."

The sweetness of raw rice, mixed with the fragrance of the soil and surging life energy, explodes in your mouth instantly.

There is no bitterness, no musty smell, only the purest aroma of grain.

"It really is...it's real...and it's definitely not ordinary rice grains!"

Chen Yan chewed on raw rice, his face blank.

Where are these crops anymore?

Even the spiritual plants grown by immortals are nothing compared to this!

At this moment, it's not just the base in the suburbs of Beijing.

This golden storm is sweeping across the entire land of Longxia with unstoppable force.

Northeast China, bordering Heijiang.

At this moment, due to the global catastrophe, the temperature here has dropped drastically, and the landscape is a vast, frozen snowfield.

however.

A chilling cracking sound suddenly came from beneath the thick layer of snow.

The border guards, who were preparing to change shifts and leave, turned around in astonishment and saw that the hard, iron-like frozen soil was being pushed open by a brute force.

Amidst the splashing snow, the tender green wheat seedlings stood proudly against the minus thirty-degree wind and the swirling snow.

Then, in the bitter cold of minus thirty degrees Celsius, on the snowy border, amidst the swirling snowflakes, a golden wave of wheat rose against the sky!

Golden wheat in the snow, waves of wheat swaying in the wind.

It was a breathtakingly beautiful scene that could drive any painter mad and make any biologist kneel in worship.

The Great Northwest, on the edge of the desert.

The forestry workers responsible for windbreak and sand fixation were practically bulging their eyes out.

Those sea buckthorn trees, which were originally half-dead and withered, suddenly seemed to have been given a shot of adrenaline. The branches throbbed and extended wildly, and in the blink of an eye, they wove a huge green net. Bright red fruits instantly covered the branches, and their heavy weight pressed the branches flat against the sand.

Even more outrageous is the sandy area.

Watermelon vines slithered about like green pythons, rustling as they climbed. Watermelons, each as big as a washbasin, appeared out of nowhere, bursting open with a "bang" as they ripened. Their ruby-red flesh stood out starkly against the gray-yellow desert, their sweet juice instantly seeping into the dry sand.

In Jiangnan, there is a dry paddy field.

An old farmer, wiping away tears over his failed crops in the field, suddenly felt something tugging at his trouser leg.

Looking down, he saw that the rice, which had originally only reached his ankles, was now growing rapidly upwards, and it was really "pulling" at his trouser leg!

The old farmer was so frightened that he sat down hard in the paddy field.

By the time he came to his senses, he was already submerged in waves of rice taller than a person.

He stared blankly at the heavy golden grains above him, reached out and plucked a grain, put it in his mouth and took a bite, breaking his teeth in the process.

"God has opened his eyes... God has opened his eyes!"

The old farmer knelt in the water and kowtowed desperately.

The children at the village entrance smelled the fragrance and cheered as they rushed into the fields, rolling and playing hide-and-seek among the wall-like waves of wheat. Their clear laughter pierced through the thick clouds and echoed far and wide over the fields.

Even in cities made of reinforced concrete.

On the balconies of many residents' homes, several pots of scallions, garlic, and tomatoes that had long since withered have now burst their pots.

Someone watched helplessly as a tomato grew to the size of a pumpkin, hanging precariously on the security bars. Terrified, they quickly reached out to catch it, fearing it might fall and damage the car below.

……

Beijing, Conference Room No. 1.

On the screen, Minister Liu Nong's face was pressed against the camera, his expression twisted to the point of being ferocious, and he was making strange noises that were difficult to understand.

"It's grown! It's grown! My goodness! This yield... this yield has increased at least fivefold! No, it's at least tenfold!"

"Commander! No more rationing! To hell with rationing! Eat as much as you want! If people still starve to death like this, I, Liu Nong, will twist my head off and use it as a football!"

In the background was a cacophony of cheers and howls. Those agricultural experts, who were usually as serious as coffin lids, were now dancing a ridiculous folk dance in the field, some even kissing ears of rice.

Long Yi sat in a chair, holding a teacup in his hand, looking out the window.

Even in the green belt of Kunlun Palace, the ornamental fruit trees are already laden with heavy fruit, bending the branches.

He gently blew on the floating tea leaves, took a sip, and found that this tea was sweeter than any fine wine he had tasted in the past few decades.

"When the granaries are full, people know etiquette; when they are well-fed and clothed, they know honor and shame."

Long Yi put down his teacup and turned his gaze to Su Yun, who was sitting at the conference table with a calm and composed expression. His eyes were full of admiration and satisfaction.

This is a national hero.

When they make a move, they either remain silent or act decisively, reshaping the fate of the nation and rebuilding China.

Su Yun felt everyone's gazes and simply smiled slightly:

"Everyone, don't get too excited yet. Get your nitroglycerin pills ready."

"Now that we've eaten, shouldn't we talk about how to make our brains work faster?"

"For example... let our scientists experience what 'insight' is like?"

The meeting room fell silent instantly.

The next second, the Minister of Science and Technology's face squeezed Liu Nong out of the frame, his face almost bulging out of the screen, his eyes green like a wolf's.

"Quickly! Comrade Su Yun! I can't wait! Pour in all that knowledge, all that inspiration!"

Su Yun: "..."

These old men really have some wild ideas.

"Alright."

Su Yun shrugged and raised his hand again.

The new totem pole has already taken shape in the palm of your hand.

"Next, the torch will be passed on."