Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

Minister Yuan's heart-wrenching roar nearly blew off the glass roof of the greenhouse.

Three thousand and fifty jin!

In the 1960s, when the national average yield of rice per mu was less than 300 jin.

This number is even more shocking than an atomic bomb explosion!

Moreover, this was created in just one day in icy soil that was extremely dry and full of salinity!

This isn't rice; it's clearly a divine elixir bestowed by the heavens!

Minister Yuan is acting like a madman.

He clutched the plate of golden, heavy rice tightly to his chest.

Anyone who dared to take a step closer would be met with a vicious glare from his bloodshot old eyes.

Even when Old Chen tried to touch it, he was slapped away without any mercy.

"Get the car ready! Get the car ready right away!"

Minister Yuan's voice was hoarse, and he didn't even bother to wipe the mud off his shoes.

He stumbled out of the research institute and jumped into the car.

"Heading to Zhongnanhai! Top speed! Run red lights if you must!"

The Hongqi sedan shot into the night sky of Beijing like an arrow released from a bow.

An agricultural tsunami, powerful enough to shake the world, is quietly brewing.

The next morning.

As dawn broke, the People's Daily's urgent extra editions were scattered like snowflakes across the streets and alleys of the country.

The front page headline featured only one line of striking, blood-red text:

[A Miracle in Chinese Agriculture! A New Type of Cold-Resistant Rice Developed, Yield Exceeds 3,000 Jin per Mu!]

The accompanying picture shows Minister Yuan holding a plate of plump rice in his hands.

A photo of him with tears streaming down his face and trembling with emotion.

This report is like dropping a nuclear bomb with a yield of 10,000 tons onto a calm lake.

The entire nation of China was in an uproar!

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean.

Those Western politicians and international grain traders who are preparing to use a "food embargo" to strangle China and force it to bow down in industry and politics.

Looking at the urgent newspaper translation sent by the intelligence agency overnight.

They all gasped in disbelief from their large, leather office chairs.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

"Three thousand catties per mu? And in saline-alkali land? Have the Chinese gone mad? How dare they publish such a lie that even a three-year-old wouldn't believe?"

"This is a fabrication! This is extremely clumsy political propaganda!"

In the highest-level conference room of the United Nations Agricultural Organization.

Several top agricultural experts from the West pointed to the Chinese newspaper on the big screen.

He laughed so hard he almost fell over, his face full of arrogance and mockery.

"Gentlemen, our country's hybridization technology is already the best in the world, but the yield per mu is only 800 jin."

A blond, blue-eyed American expert arrogantly banged on the table.

"Chinese people can't even get enough to eat, yet they dare to boast about yields of 3,000 jin per mu? This not only violates basic biological knowledge but is also an insult to science!"

"I propose that the United Nations immediately send a letter to China exposing their shameless act of forgery!"

In a short time.

Major Western media outlets have all jumped in.

A barrage of sarcastic and defamatory remarks followed.

Headlines such as "China's Century-Long Scam" and "The Crazy Agricultural Bubble" filled the headlines.

They are all waiting to see China make a fool of itself in front of the whole world.

Just wait and see the Chinese people, because of hunger, obediently kneel before them, begging for a pitiful amount of food.

however.

They never dreamed of this.

Just when they were shouting the loudest.

The Chinese diplomatic delegation carried a top-secret metal combination lock case.

He sat firmly on the podium of the United Nations General Assembly.

Faced with repeated questioning and ridicule from representatives of Western countries.

The Chinese representative did not utter a single unnecessary word.

He just gave a cold laugh.

Then, under the flashes of countless cameras around the world.

A "click" sound.

He slowly opened the metal combination lock box.

Inside the box.

Lying quietly is a heavy, golden ear of rice, so full of grains that it looks like it's about to burst open!

"This is a physical sample of my country's latest cold-resistant super rice."

The voice of the Chinese representatives was powerful and resounding.

"We disdain using words to refute your ignorance."

"Facts speak louder than words!"

He presented the bundle of rice and the accompanying top-level genetic testing report.

With a "smack," it slammed heavily in front of the American agricultural expert who had been shouting the loudest.

"Look carefully!"

"This is the 'scientific' miracle of China that you all talk about!"

The American expert initially looked disdainful.

But when he put on his reading glasses...

When you pick up that heavy sheaf of rice and peel off a single, translucent, jade-like grain of rice...

His expression changed instantly.

His hands trembled as he placed the rice grains into the portable microstructure detector he carried with him.

Ten seconds later.

The screen of the detector displayed a dense array of data.

Let this top Western agricultural expert...

With a "thump," he collapsed to the ground!

"My God... this... how is this possible..."

He stared intently at the screen, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, his voice trembling violently with extreme fear and shock.

"The cold-resistant gene sequence is perfect! Vital activity has broken through the limits!"

"The carbohydrate density... is more than ten times that of ordinary rice!"

"This...this isn't a plant that should exist on Earth! This is a miracle! A true miracle!"

The old expert's desperate cry was instantly amplified through the microphone and broadcast throughout the entire United Nations General Assembly hall.

Dead silence.

A deathly silence.

Those Western representatives who were just moments ago mocking China now looked like ducks with their necks being choked.

He opened his mouth wide, but couldn't utter a sound.

They stared wide-eyed at the golden ears of rice.

It's as if we're witnessing an invincible Eastern war god rising proudly, stepping over their proud technological barriers!

That's a slap in the face!

This is simply putting the entire Western world's agricultural technology to the ground and subjecting it to the most brutal and insane friction with the most hardcore physical materials!

What food embargo? What kind of bottleneck?

Faced with the absolute strength of a yield of 3,000 jin per mu.

It all turned into a joke!

this day.

An unprecedented magnitude 10 earthquake has struck the global scientific community!

Huaxia Agricultural Technology has leaped to become a world leader!

Inside the reporting hall of Zhongnanhai.

Watching the comical, grief-stricken faces of the Western representatives on the television screen, I saw them looking utterly dejected and ashen-faced.

The top leader sat in the main seat, grinning from ear to ear, his eyes crinkling with delight.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The top leader exclaimed "Good!" three times, slapping the table with excitement.

"We Chinese people have finally firmly grasped our own rice bowl!"

"With this super rice, let's see who dares to yell at us about food issues anymore!"

Inside the hall, a constellation of stars gathered, and thunderous applause resounded.

All the bigwigs turned their attention to the small figure sitting next to the top leader.

Zhang Huaimin was wearing a blue cotton-padded jacket with a pure gold medal hanging on his chest.

He ignored the enthusiastic applause and adoring gazes around him.

He simply sat quietly on the large leather sofa.

He was holding a bright red apple in his hand.

"Crunch!" I took a bite.

The crisp chewing sounds seemed somewhat out of place in the lively hall.

Zhang Huaimin looked at the desperate faces of those Western grain merchants on the screen.

In the depths of his eyes, a barely concealed yet ambitious glint of technological brilliance flashed.

Agriculture and light industry are just the foundation.

He can make rice yield 3,000 jin per mu.

Next...

Shouldn't we also equip the skies of China with a pair of "divine eyes" that can truly see through the world?