Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

"Can you really grow food from this pile of moldy grains?"

Old Chen pushed up his thick-rimmed glasses, bent over, and stared incredulously at the shriveled seeds in the culture tank.

This was wild rice seed that he had asked someone to dig up from the most barren saline-alkali land in the Northwest. Even birds wouldn't eat it if it was left by the roadside.

"Huaimin, I know you're a genius when it comes to machinery and materials."

Old Chen straightened up, his tone carrying the rigor and concern of a seasoned expert.

"But agricultural breeding is not like hammering iron. It takes generations of people working in the fields, facing the loess soil and the sky, selecting and breeding one plant at a time."

"You're going to develop cold-resistant, high-yield rice in a greenhouse in just one day?"

Old Chen shook his head; this was even more absurd than listening to gibberish.

Zhang Huaimin did not refute.

He put down the magnifying glass, took out a White Rabbit milk candy from his small schoolbag, skillfully unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth.

The rich aroma of milk permeated the warm greenhouse.

"Grandpa Chen, the ultimate goal of science is magic, isn't it?"

Zhang Huaimin blinked, his innocent and carefree demeanor completely out of place in this laboratory filled with high-tech instruments.

"Just get the scale ready and wait to be weighed."

The voice just fell.

The heavy iron door of the greenhouse was pushed open from the outside.

A gust of cold wind mixed with ice and snow rushed in, but was instantly melted away by the heating inside the shed.

An elderly man with a full head of silver hair, wearing a dark blue woolen overcoat, strode in.

Behind him followed several senior experts from the Ministry of Agriculture, each holding a notebook and looking solemn.

This elderly man is none other than Minister Yuan, who is in charge of agriculture nationwide!

"Old Chen! I even skipped a State Council meeting to come see this 'miracle' you're talking about!"

Minister Yuan's voice was booming, carrying a hint of impatience and a touch of suspicion.

"If you can't come up with high-yield rice varieties that can survive the winter, I'm going to smash the windows of your greenhouse!"

Old Chen quickly went to greet him, and with a wry smile pointed to Zhang Huaimin, who was fiddling with seeds in front of the cultivation tank.

"Old Yuan, whether this miracle can be accomplished or not, you'll have to ask this little ancestor."

Minister Yuan looked in the direction Old Chen was pointing.

When he saw Zhang Huaimin, who was only five and a half years old, wearing a white coat and looking like a little bean, he was moved.

Minister Yuan was completely stunned.

"This...this is the national treasure-level prodigy you mentioned on the phone, the one who invented the generator and the stealth coating?"

Minister Yuan looked Zhang Huaimin up and down. Although he had heard about him before, seeing him in person still made him feel extremely absurd.

It's one thing for him to be involved in industry, but does this kid also know about agricultural genetics?

"Hello, Grandpa Yuan."

Zhang Huaimin greeted him politely, without appearing reserved despite the fact that the other party was a minister.

"Now that everyone's here, let's begin."

Zhang Huaimin walked to the incubation tank.

This is no ordinary culture tank.

The soil inside is half saline-alkali sandy soil with extremely little water, and half frozen soil with ice crystals!

In such extreme conditions, not only rice, but even a weed cannot survive.

"Nonsense! This is utter nonsense!"

An agricultural expert who came with Minister Yuan couldn't help but reprimand the soil conditions upon seeing them.

"Rice is a crop that thrives in warm, moist conditions! Planting it in icy soil or saline-alkali land? That violates the most basic agricultural common sense!"

Zhang Huaimin didn't even lift his eyelids.

He stretched out his fair little hand and gently picked up the handful of moldy wild rice seeds.

Close your eyes.

Consciousness instantly sank into the system's vast database of traits.

"System, extract and integrate the 'god-level polymeric cold-resistant super rice gene traits'!"

[Ding! Command received!]

[Extracting genetic traits from the super cold-resistant rice variety...]

[Target locked: Wild rice variety. Fusion begins!]

Om-!

A wave of emerald green life energy, imperceptible to the naked eye, flowed from Zhang Huaimin's palm and instantly injected into the withered seeds.

At the micro level.

The genetic chains of these seeds are being wildly recombined and optimized in an extremely brutal and futuristic way.

Cold-resistant genes! Salt-alkali tolerant genes! Super photosynthetic genes!

Countless life codes from future high-latitude agricultural civilizations have been firmly imprinted in the cell nuclei of these seeds.

[Ding! Fusion complete!]

Zhang Huaimin opened his eyes, a confident smile playing on his lips.

He waved his hand casually.

The genetically modified seeds were evenly scattered in the culture tank, which contained a mixture of icy soil and saline-alkali land.

"That's it?"

The expert who had just reprimanded them sneered, "Are you farming or performing magic?"

Zhang Huaimin ignored him.

He walked to the console and pressed a button.

The simulated solar spectrum lights on the top of the greenhouse instantly lit up, casting a warm glow.

At the same time, a very thin layer of water mist was sprayed from the micro water pipes at the bottom of the culture tank.

"Now, the moment of witnessing a miracle has arrived."

Zhang Huaimin crossed his arms and took two steps back.

Time passed by, second by second.

five minutes.

ten minutes.

Fifteen minutes.

The entire greenhouse was deathly silent.

Minister Yuan and the experts frowned, staring at the motionless culture tank, their eyes gradually showing disappointment.

Just as Minister Yuan sighed and was about to turn and leave...

"Click...click click..."

An extremely faint, yet crisp, sound of a shell breaking.

It suddenly came from the culture tank.

"Wait...wait! Look!"

Old Chen was the first to notice something was wrong. He pointed excitedly at the culture tank, his voice trembling.

Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing.

Upon closer inspection...

Everyone's pupils instantly contracted to the size of pinpoints!

All I could see was that cold, barren, saline-alkali frozen soil.

A dazzling, vibrant emerald green, brimming with a wild, untamed energy.

Like a sharp sword at dawn.

It forcefully broke through the hard ice and salt flats, emerging from the soil!

Not just one!

Instead, there are hundreds or even thousands!

Once these green shoots broke through the soil, they grew upwards at a terrifying speed that was visible to the naked eye and could even be said to defy the common sense of biology!

One inch! Two inches! Half a foot!

The rhizome is as thick as a little finger, and the leaves are large and thick, displaying an extremely healthy dark green color.

"This...this growth rate..."

Minister Yuan's eyes widened, and his mouth opened so wide it could fit an egg.

He had worked in agriculture his whole life and had never seen rice grow so fast!

This isn't farming, it's like watching a movie on fast-forward!

However, what shocked everyone even more was yet to come.

In just one hour.

This batch of rice actually completed the process of leafing and jointing in the icy soil, and went directly into the booting stage!

"It's heading! It's actually heading in the zero-degree soil!"

Agricultural experts rushed to the culture tanks like madmen.

He pressed himself against the glass, disregarding his image, staring intently at the rice plants that were producing grains at an incredible speed.

Three hours later.

Inside the greenhouse.

A golden expanse of rice paddies rustled melodiously in the artificial breeze.

On each rice stalk hangs a dense cluster of plump ears of rice, each over thirty centimeters long, resembling a bunch of grapes!

Those rice stalks were really too heavy.

They hung down heavily, almost bending the thick rice stalks.

The entire cultivation tank was completely filled with this golden harvest scene.

It exudes an extremely rich and refreshing aroma of rice.

"This...this..."

Minister Yuan's hands trembled as he slowly reached out towards the golden ears of rice.

When his fingers touched the plump, hard grains of rice, like small pebbles.

This iron-willed minister dedicated his entire life to ensuring national food security, never bowing down even in the face of Western food embargoes.

"Clatter."

His reading glasses slipped off his nose, fell to the ground, and shattered.

He was completely unaware.

"Old Yuan! Weigh it! Weigh it quickly!"

Old Chen shouted excitedly, directing the researchers to bring over a high-precision electronic scale.

Several experts worked in a flurry to harvest and thresh all the rice in an area of ​​one square meter.

When the golden rice grains were poured into the weighing pan.

The numbers on the electronic screen jumped wildly before finally freezing.

Look at that number.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone's breath stopped at that moment.

Even Old Chen felt waves of heart-wrenching pain, a reaction to extreme excitement.

"Yield per mu... per mu..."

Minister Yuan's tears flowed like a burst dam.

He held the heavy plate of rice tightly in both hands.

It's like holding the hope for the future of the Chinese nation in one's hands.

He turned around abruptly and looked at the five-year-old child standing in the corner, eating a milk candy with a nonchalant expression.

Minister Yuan was so excited that his whole body was trembling violently.

He roared with all his might, a roar powerful enough to shatter greenhouse windows:

"A yield of 3,000 jin per mu!!"

"In saline-alkali soil, a yield of 3,000 jin per mu in just one day!!!"

"This is a miracle! This is divine blessing upon China!"

"Let's go! Get the car ready right away!"

Minister Yuan held the plate of rice like a tiger guarding its food, not letting anyone touch it.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he rushed toward the door like a madman.

"I need to get into Zhongnanhai immediately!"

"I want to personally place this stalk of rice on the State Council's conference table!"