Than blood?Who in China doesn't have an awesome ancestor?

"If the younger generation tells His Majesty that the field of my future generations can yield more than a thousand catties per mu, and one mu of field can harvest more than a dozen stones of rice, can Your Majesty believe it?"

"what!"

Hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang was taken aback for a moment.

"More than ten stones of rice per mu? How is this possible! You don't want to deliberately make us happy!"

Su Chen smiled even wider, and then asked.

"The junior will ask His Majesty again, have you ever heard of He Xia enjoying the shade?"

Let alone Zhu Yuanzhang this time, even Zhu Di and others were a little confused.

"Hexia to enjoy the shade? How is this possible!"

"The tallest rice is no more than half a person, and the leaves are narrow and thin, how can it cover the sun and enjoy the shade!"

"Although we are from the military, we still know a thing or two about farming. Don't lie to us!"

Su Chen beat Zhu Yuanzhang to the head.

"Your Majesty, I can now answer your previous question."

"After the Ming Dynasty, the people of later generations still suffered from hunger."

"Even after the fall of the Qing Dynasty, natural disasters still came from time to time, and the crops in the fields were not harvested, and even tens of millions of people were starved to death..."

"And you also know that there are so many descendants in China, even if there are no natural disasters, it would be extremely difficult for everyone to have enough food."

Chapter 101

"what?"

"How could this be?"

Hearing Su Chen's words, Zhu Yuanzhang's face was full of shock, and his eyes darkened instantly.

"I didn't expect that the people of the future generations of China would still not be able to escape the pain of hunger..."

"Thousands of people!"

"Even if the Yuan Dynasty had no way and starved to death, it would not be so miserable!"

Zhu Di frowned, puzzled.

"In this case, why did you say that later generations can produce more than ten stones per mu?"

"Is it true that you can't wait to deceive me?"

Su Chen shook his head and said.

"Don't worry, please listen to the junior."

"Although there are also famines in the later generations of China, that is already in the past!"

"In China today, everyone has food to eat, and every family has surplus food!"

"But all of this is thanks to one person!"

"Without him, China's grain fields today would probably be the same as they were in the Ming Dynasty. Three stones per mu would be a bumper harvest!"

"Without him, China's 14 billion descendants would still be worrying about feeding themselves!"

As Su Chen's voice fell, a paddy field instantly appeared in midair.

With just one glance, Zhu Yuanzhang and others were dumbfounded and overwhelmed with shock.

Among the rice fields, the breeze is rippling.

Plants of rice sway with the wind.

However, what shocked Zhu Yuanzhang and others was that.

Every rice plant in this field is as tall as a person!

The heavy ears of rice gather together like an umbrella, blocking the scorching sun above.

Zhu Yuanzhang stared at the picture in a daze, his whole body was fascinated.

"This...is this He Xia enjoying the shade?"

"How could these rice grains be so strong!"

"Those ears of rice, why are they so big!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's emphasis on food far surpassed that of the emperors of all dynasties.

Even as the Ninth Five-Year Master, he would go to the fields to cultivate himself from time to time.

In his view, rice is just rice.

Even if the fields are fertile and tended diligently, there must be an upper limit to the yield per mu.

If Su Chen said that the future generations could produce five or six stones per mu, Zhu Yuanzhang would still accept it.

But to say that an acre of land can produce more than ten stones of grain is simply nonsense.

But now.

Looking at the picture in mid-air, Zhu Yuanzhang's previous doubts were instantly thrown away nine days away.

He never dreamed of it.

I have touched crops all my life, but now I am not sure.

What is planted in the farmland in front of me is the all-too-familiar rice!

Just when everyone was extremely shocked, the dense rice grains suddenly parted to the left and right.

A wrinkled, dark-skinned old man wearing a straw hat appeared in everyone's sight.

this moment.

Regardless of men, women, young or old, all Huaxia Land stood up spontaneously.

"Old Yuan!"

"When Su Chen said this before, I guessed it!"

"That's right! Now that everyone in Huaxia has food to eat, the person who should be most grateful is Yuan Lao!"

"There are more than 70 billion people in the world, and there are still famines in many places. We in China account for one-fifth of the population, but we have enough food and clothing. This is indeed the work of Yuan Lao!" M..

"Three meals a day, the fragrance of rice is pervasive, and those who are full often recall Yuan Gong!"

"Wuuuuu...Old Yuan, I also had a good meal today. You are doing well up there, so don't worry about us."

"..."

In the picture, the old man stood by the rice field and said softly.

"Decades ago, during the famine, people starved to death, and no one had enough to eat. I have seen it with my own eyes."

Outside the screen, a voice sounded.

"Then are you particularly afraid that such a scene will happen again?"

The old man stretched out his hand, stroked the heavy ears of rice lightly, turned his head and laughed.

"Impossible, impossible again."

The old man's eyes penetrated the screen and fell on everyone.

At this moment, not only the eyes of the Chinese were filled with tears, but even the people of many other countries were in awe.

The resentment that was born because of robbing the rare treasures of the heavens before.

It actually faded a lot because of the appearance of the old man.

Because of the achievements of the elderly, they not only feed China, but also benefit more than 60 countries around the world!

Keeping everyone away from hunger is the old man's lifelong pursuit.

His legacy benefits the whole world and all mankind!

"I have a dream, called He Xia to enjoy the shade."

"If our rice is as high as sorghum, the ears are as long as a broom, and the rice grains are as big as peanuts, I can sit under the ears of rice to enjoy the shade."

The old man smiled, but his figure gradually disappeared.

The endless rice fields turned into a city in an instant.

Looking at the high-rise buildings that suddenly appeared, watching the continuous flow of vehicles.

Zhu Yuanzhang and the others shrank their eyes, a little at a loss.

But the next moment.

All the vehicles in the city stopped.

Countless people rushed onto the street and stood by the side of the road.

A hearse slowly approached from a distance.

Wherever they passed, all the vehicles honked their horns, and people on the side of the road wept bitterly.

that day.

The whole city wears mourning, and the whole country mourns!

that day.

Everyone put down what they were doing, just to say "good journey"!

Looking at the scene of thousands of people sending each other off in the picture, Zhu Yuanzhang was also greatly moved.

"In all dynasties and dynasties, those who can win the hearts of the people are all sages!"

"The grass is under the shade, and the ears of rice are like brooms!"

"From then on, everyone will have enough to eat, and famine will be far away!"

"This person's achievements are comparable to Shennong's!"