After the autumn harvest, a storm immediately storm broke out in the capital.

Good news will be heard everywhere, and all kinds of gratifying numbers are listed on the memorials of good news.

The yield per mu is 1,000 kilograms to the base, and there is even an amazing quality of 1,455.

Some local governments even chose the "Raise King" and sent people to the capital for the young emperor to inspect.

When Hongluan went out to buy, she once encountered a towering rice pole that was taller than a man, with heavy rice ears on it, and when she pinched, she was as big as a fist. Passersby screamed when they saw it, thinking it was a miracle.

What's even more difficult is that it is not only sent by the government officials in one place, but sent to the capital one after another.

So much so that every household lies on the window and watches the attacking "Rape King" team on the streets has become a daily program for the people of the capital.

On the other side of Gouqu Mountain, Xiu Tianci also heard news.

This great disciple was very honest. After getting the rice seeds, he opened up a few pieces of land to cultivate.

It was the autumn harvest, and Gouqu Mountain also ushered in harvest. Xiu Tianci reported the results to Fang Dou.

First of all, the yield of the sacred rice promoted by the government is much higher than that of the spiritual rice in Gouqu Mountain, and basically fluctuates around a thousand kilograms per mu.

However, this rice has no spiritual energy and its taste is even worse than that of ordinary rice.

More importantly, this rice absorbs water and fertilizer far more than other varieties.

According to Xiu Tianci's observation, only the land in the cave can barely support growth.

After sowing this season, the fields opened on Gouqu Mountain will be difficult for the next year.

"It's true!"

Fang Dou sighed deeply. The modern agricultural system, all supporting facilities, complement each other, are indispensable.

With your magical powers, you have created hybrid rice with advanced concepts. There is no problem with everything for the time being. If you want to continue for a long time, you have to get out the fertilizer!

What a pity!

Among the hundreds of schools of thought, no one is called "chemists" and there is no way out!

"Master, the rice seeds in the court are quite powerful!"

Hongluan could not have imagined that when she saw the miracle of "a thousand kilograms per mu", she thought about the future, and that the people in the world would no longer be famine. What a beautiful world that would be.

"The court must have received news at this moment, it depends on how they deal with it!"

Fang Dou turned his mind to the rice dump space, and the huge rice was still producing drops of merit.

After the autumn harvest, the production rate of merit bottom water accelerates, and the accumulated quantity increases.

Twenty drops of merit have been accumulated in the rice bowl, and they are still accumulating.

I don’t know yet what these merits have in addition to predicting the future, but Fang Dou believes that he is already ahead of other forces.

The eight thousand merits of Buddhism and Taoism have been used up, and two thousand have been used up. Taoism has not yet started. As for the famous teachings, it has not yet reached the season of harvest.

If Fang Dou starts ranking, he should be the best number one in the merit value.

It’s a pity that he is currently weak and cannot show off, so he can only be a stealthy rich man in a low-key manner.

As for the court...

According to the court's etiquette, after the autumn harvest, the largest rice stick should be selected to worship the sky.

Fang Dou can guess that the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven is when the famous sect extends its hand to heaven and seeks merit.

"It's interesting."

...

"not good!"

For farmers, the autumn harvests in various places have been reported one after another. As expected, there are few places with a real yield of thousands per mu, and the production of most fields is between 800 and 900.

Asiders all look at the yield, but only among the farmers, they all see many unusual things.

In rugged mountains and poor soil, the yield per mu will naturally be low; in fertile and watery areas, the yield per mu will be stable and can exceed a thousand pounds.

In other words, water and fertilizer play a decisive role in the growth of rice seeds.

Looking back at the experimental fields provided by the imperial court, there was unlimited amount of water and fertilizer, and the data on yielding a thousand pounds per mu was obtained.

Nowadays, the same rice seeds have very different production results, and even the gap is huge, with two or three hundred kilograms.

The more the farmer thought about it, the more worried he felt. Suddenly he felt ache, "Not good!"

The huge hidden dangers of Shenjiu have emerged in rows of numbers.

"Hurry, hurry, I'm going to enter the palace and present my Majesty with your face!"

Along the way, the farmer's eyes were dull and murmured to himself.

"I am so stupid. Everything in the world is growing, and balance is the most important thing!"

"What grows from the land is born by absorbing ground power, and strong ground power will thrive!"

"Land supply has always been done within one's ability, and it is never too much!"

"Shenjiu ignores the laws of nature and forcefully absorbs water and fertilizer. Although it can get temporary abundance, it comes at the cost of damaging the ground power!"

"This year, local governments have reported good news but not bad news, and have concealed the hidden dangers of ground power loss!"

"When the next year, if we force the seeds of divine rice, the situation will be even worse!"

This year, there is still a guarantee for the yield per mu of eight or nine hundred kilograms. If we wait for the next year, we will probably only be five or six hundred kilograms left, and the year after that...

The farmer's eyes were dark, and the rice seeds that he thought they would benefit the people have now become demon grass.

Forcibly overdraw the ground power, a temporary harvest will be achieved, but at the expense of the future.

"Farmer, Your Majesty is meeting the ministers. I have no time yet. Please come again tomorrow!"

The farmer was turned away and opened his mouth and said, "I can wait!"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to wait today!"

The palace servant who was guarding the gate said firmly with a little pity in his eyes.

"Farmer, you'd better go back!"

The farmer still had to speak, and when he saw the other person's expression, his heart felt like he was struck by lightning.

He understood that the emperor did not have time, but did not want to see him.

The autumn harvest is now full of joy, and good news from all over the country is coming, and the court is joking, preparing to sacrifice to the sky.

Even if there are any discordant things, we must temporarily suppress them in order to take into account the overall situation.

The emperor should know his temperament, for fear that the farmer would say something inappropriate at this moment, so he simply refused to let him enter the palace.

"So that's it, I understand, haha!"

The farmer's heart was bright. Even if he reported the key points, the emperor and the famous sect would never accept it.

At present, what the court is doing all its efforts is the grand ceremony after the autumn harvest.

The tone of the imperial court in this matter can be seen from the good news from the governments from all over the country.

What is the purpose of so many 800 to 900 acres of yield per mu?

"Mr., I understand, I understand!"

The farmer stumbled and walked out all the way, and his back was particularly sad.

"What is the people of the world in your eyes?"

He could almost imagine that the imperial court promoted rice seeds to squeeze ground power without limits, and the people were short-sighted. After a short harvest, they would face the situation of ground power loss. Not only would it be difficult to regain glory, but they would not even be able to achieve the previous output.

An unprecedented famine will break out in the near future and starves everywhere.

The culprit of all this was the farmer he led.

"Why?"

The farmer's mind was in chaos. He didn't understand why kindness would be a bad thing.

Before he knew it, he walked to a door and looked up and saw the three words "Welcome House".
Chapter completed!