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Grandma Ping looked back at this bustling port with mixed emotions in her heart: "After the Kitchen God quietly disappeared, every morning, vendors started to set up stalls early and people went out to buy and make fires to cook... It was no different from every day in the past. , because Liyue has always been like this."

The wind and rain are still blessing, the mountains and the sea are celebrating together, which is the blessing of heaven and earth. The stars move and the sky changes, but the fireworks in the world remain the same.

My fame belongs to me, and I will live forever. I will never Don't forget to hold a candle and go out at night. All things in the past and present are in turmoil, and great plans await new talents.

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I once heard a saying: I touched my spine and found that there were two joints given by Mr. Qian. Then he touched my belly again and knew that it was Mr. Yuan who made me eat.

She had never really met the elder who kept her fed since she was a child and never knew she was hungry. Usually it's in the news, on the screen. The earliest memory I have of hearing this name was when I was very young. She is a picky eater, leaving half of a bowl of rice, and she eats while playing, leaving all the dirt on the floor in the yard. In the words of her grandma, she raises two chickens and ducks, and her children never worry about being hungry. .

Later I got a good education.

Because both my grandma's generation and my parents' generation have all suffered from hunger, especially grandma. This was the first time that the kind old man was so angry.

Because she was cheating, she promised to eat the remaining rice at noon, and re-fried it with eggs and shredded meat in the evening, but in the end she secretly threw it away without telling her. Nearly a bowl of rice went into the trash can.

The punishment was that she was starved for a whole day.

No matter whether he was crying or begging for mercy, his parents were determined. At worst, he would go to the hospital if he was starving. This time, the child's bad habit of wasting food must be corrected.

When I first started, I didn't think it was anything. If you just don't eat for one meal, you'll just have to sleep. You won't be hungry when you fall asleep. But for a whole day, including the bowl of rice that she had ruined, by the afternoon of the next day, she was too hungry to sleep.

My stomach was burning, I was feeling flustered, nauseous, weak, my hands were shaking... I felt so empty in my stomach. I was so hungry that I could twist in and digest all the organs inside. I was so hungry that I really felt like I could eat anything.

I really don’t even have the energy to cry anymore.

I don’t know if she fell asleep that night or if she passed out from hunger. Anyway, when she heard the news that she could serve dinner the next day, she really cried with joy and wanted to kneel down and kowtow.

In fact, she is clear in her heart, and her family does not resent her picky eating. As a child, she is picky and doesn't like eggplants or radishes. It doesn't matter. Everyone has foods they don't like.

But this is what she promised, eat as much as you can, don't put it all into your own bowl if you can't eat it, and eat the rest in the evening, because no one has the obligation to eat other people's leftovers, even if He is the favorite elder.

Her family didn't ask her to eat whatever she made at the dinner table today. If she had any dishes she wanted to eat, she just had to tell her and they would sell them. Her grandma would bring them back to her when she went out for a walk in the morning. The family only asked her to bring her portion. The food you choose to put in the bowl is good, no waste is allowed, just eat it all.

How can I say the results?

Too good.

Now every time she finishes her meal, her bowl is as clean as if she had licked it, and she insists on eating as much as she can. If the table is full of food she doesn't like very much, she would rather not eat it than allow herself to pick up a piece of it. I put my chopsticks into the bowl and took half a bite, but found that it didn't taste good and left half of it.

——Ah Yu, you have to know that eating enough is still a luxury for many people in the world. Grass roots, elm bark, Guanyin soil, goose dung... these were all used as food to satisfy hunger. In order to survive, what can't you eat? People eat everything.

——Human life is too fragile. The rice, wheat, sorghum, corn in the fields... No one can guarantee whether there will be a continuous heavy rain, an endless drought, or a disease or disaster... You need to know each of these items. Just taking it out is enough to make this year's efforts in vain. No grains were harvested.

——Apologise properly. The strong and abundant rice ears are as tall as a person. Ah Yu, that is the hard work of Mr. Yuan who planted them. It is a future that those who lost their lives due to lack of food in the past cannot expect. He hopes that people will never have to experience hunger again. They hope that there will no longer be hungry people everywhere, and there will no longer be people. Yikes and eats.

Mr. Yuan.

Mr. Yuan Longping.

Later, when she entered school and learned this knowledge in history class, she suddenly recalled the unforgettable panic she felt when she was paralyzed in bed and hungry as a child.

The description of Mr. Yuan in the textbook is not much, but the past honors recorded in the library are enough. If you pick out a book and open a page at random, you will be able to enjoy the glory and wealth for the rest of your life.

"I have two dreams. The first dream is called the dream of enjoying the cool under the grass. I dreamed that the rice in my experimental field grew taller than sorghum, with ears as long as brooms and grains as big as peanuts. The second dream, It’s called the dream of hybrid rice covering the world.”

Yes, nothing can compare with these two dreams of Mr. Yuan.

Moreover, Aunt Xiang is also very attached to Mr. Yuan, and she has to watch him go out well and come back well every time. Especially the few times I went abroad, I made several phone calls to Mr. Yao in just a few hours, and I was worried about him.

It rained on the day Mr. Yuan died.

It was as if she was crying for Aunt Xiang, and also as if she wanted to let those years when she had seen her back countless times in the fields pass by again today.

"Brother, not long ago, I paid a visit to him. I wish him a long life and no illness or disaster. Really, it wasn't long ago."

I thought it might be a dream, but the children spontaneously bid farewell to the ten-mile long street. The raindrops hitting their bodies were cold and painful. The elder brother's umbrella blocked the foggy sky, and she was shocked to realize that he was really gone.

Like raindrops that never return, they fall from the sky to the ground and are really gone. They cannot be caught or retained. I will never open my eyes again, never speak again, never smile again when she arrives, "Oh, you're here again." He won't let her take Huahua with her to see the land she has loved all her life.

When the children's turbulent emotions reach a certain level, they will be returned to her. She is not only composed of mountains and rivers, tall buildings and fields. The people, emotions, and spirit are also part of her.

Ah, it turned out that she really lost a child that had attracted her attention for a long time.

Like a mother losing her child.

Lost forever.

In 1976, hybrid rice was successfully promoted.

On May 22, 2021, Academician Yuan Longping passed away.