Chapter 332 I guess my research is not perfect enough
Before Rui Hai stepped forward, he saw Zhang Mingtu taking a step forward among the crowd.
Facing the middle-aged old farmer who was chatting eloquently with the farm master named Fang from Kyoto, Zhang Mingtu smiled softly and said: "Everything the master said is very reasonable. If it weren't for my master, it would be Yuan Nongping who invented improved seeds."
, I always feel that the master is the creator of such fine seeds.”
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of everyone present suddenly changed.
Angel originally had a faint smile on his face, but because of Rui Hai's repeated rebuttals, he was a little unbearable. Now when he heard Zhang Mingtu's words again, the smile on his face completely faded away.
He didn't say anything, just stared coldly.
The middle-aged farmer-like master was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said, "I wonder who this is?"
As he spoke, he already felt something bad in his heart. When an impostor meets the disciple of an authentic person, he would be lying if he said he was not worried.
But now in full public view, once you admit it, you will die without a burial.
Therefore, he was very panicked, but he still had a calm expression on his face, and carefully looked at Zhang Mingtu in front of him.
"It's obviously the same seed, how can it be so unstable? This is impossible!"
As a result, something happened that shocked him extremely. It was clear that the entire acre of improved seeds could be harvested on a large scale just now, but now the ripening seeds in this round were only half of the original yield.
A group of people were puzzled, and the strong and majestic Yimu essence poured out crazily from Zhang Mingtu's hand.
"You're just a mud-legged guy, get out of here! Don't be embarrassed here."
In his eyes, Zhang Mingtu was fake, and the probability of him being a counterfeit was actually very high.
His eyes were fixed on the ripened seed in Zhang Mingtu's hand. Compared with the plump ears before and the weight that was so heavy that it almost weighed the bending pole, the ripened seed was now heavier than before.
It's lacking a lot.
It's all the so-called Jin Yiwei Zongqi in front of him, it's all this damn guy.
On the contrary, the figure in front of him doesn't have many traces of a peasant disciple, and he is dressed like a martial artist.
Zhang Mingtu sighed softly, and in the eyes of many people, he bent down and picked up a rice seed from the ground.
That golden rice seed naturally absorbs the corresponding water power from the surrounding heaven and earth, mixes it with Yimu essence, and grows rapidly.
So after the panic, doubt and disbelief followed.
There was no need to ask the people around him. Someone naturally revealed Zhang Mingtu's identity during the discussion.
The face of the middle-aged farmer-like master had turned ugly. Master Fang Xin from Kyoto stared at him with burning eyes, trying to get an answer from him.
Zhang Mingtu ignored the lost master Fang Xin, but turned his head and asked the middle-aged farmer-like master with a smile.
"Have you never heard of that master farmer's disciple before?"
Faced with his words, Zhang Mingtu smiled slightly and was not flustered. Instead, he took a step forward and said sideways to the middle-aged farmer-like master: "The price has been revealed now, so you still have to continue."
Going down?"
"It looks like she won't shed tears even after seeing the coffin."
Zhang Mingtu did not argue, but just smiled at the master surnamed Fang and said: "There is still so much rice harvested just there. It is not difficult to verify it. Just try again."
Zhang Mingtu has a fair complexion, handsome facial features, and a tall stature. He stands out among a group of civil servants.
"You covet the works of a master farmer, and they can also benefit the whole of Daxia. If it is proven that you have told lies here, then not only you, but even the three clans of the Qin family will be at risk."
He immediately wanted to come over and take action, but the farmer master named Fang took the initiative to step forward and looked at the bunch of rice seeds in Zhang Mingtu's hand with a look of surprise.
The farmer's master surnamed Fang shrank his pupils. He produced Yimu essence out of thin air without pinching the seal or using the relevant formation disks. He also used it so accurately that he could be called a farmer's master with this hand alone.
Although most of his current attire is just a disguise, the peasant disciples walk in the fields all year round. Most of the few with fair skin are dark, and they carry the essence of vegetation that comes from communicating with vegetation all year round.
Zhang Mingtu glanced at the person from the Baihu family. He was around forty years old. His cultivation was not outstanding in the realm of Zhenyuan. His future was probably unclear. Therefore, he was sent to do such a thing. He must have been actively taken by someone.
give up.
The middle-aged farm master who looked like an old farmer was panicked, but when things got to this point, he could no longer stand back, with a gentle smile on his face: "Little brother, I have never seen you before.
I have said that for a disciple like you, I can treat you as if you have never heard your nonsense before, as long as you just calm down."
The Yimu magic circle on the robe was activated, and the strong life essence poured into the seed, allowing the seed to take root and sprout quickly.
Others couldn't quite understand it, but the people present were all top-notch observers. The two most professional experts didn't say anything and immediately stopped talking.
He directly ignored the other party's speech, making the Jinyiwei Baihu turn livid with anger.
"This... this little brother, do you know the consequences of lying on this matter?"
The man in front of him had none of these marks on his body. Instead, he had the unruly and domineering air of a military attaché, which was completely incompatible with that of a normal peasant boy.
The expression of the middle-aged farmer-like master on the other side also changed drastically.
At least the information about the peasant knowledge of the middle-aged old farmer in front of me cannot be fake at all.
The pressure of the entire audience was on him, causing sweat to form on his back. He had no idea how to answer this question.
Only the Jinyiwei Baihu from Longxing Prefecture who discovered the farm master had a look of confusion and anger on his face, and directly taunted him: "Who are you? You suddenly came here to tell me that you are a disciple of some master."
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Moreover, the other party’s remarks about high-quality seeds are all correct.
Therefore, the output is still considered excellent, but it can only reach 400 kilograms at most, which can only be said to be average.
He was in a daze, staring at the seeds in his hand, suspecting that there was something wrong with his eyes.
What he wanted to say was immediately stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it at all.
This middle-aged old farmer-like farm master seemed to inadvertently take two steps forward and smelled carefully. He did not smell the earthy smell that the farm disciple almost always carried on Zhang Mingtu.
Everyone revealed Zhang Mingtu's identity in just a few words, which made the farmer named Fang from Kyoto even more disbelieving.
"I'll do it!"
He has neither the corresponding magnanimity of a farm disciple nor the relevant spirit of Yimu, and is completely a parallel import.
He had never imagined that there would be problems with this improved variety. It was clear that the official improved varieties that had been verified before had a terrifyingly high yield.
There was a smile on the corner of the angel's mouth again, but deep in his eyes there was already a look of indifference. Without him having to speak, the master farmer named Fang beside him spoke in a deep voice.
"how so?"
"Looking at his body shape and appearance, he should be a child of a wealthy family. How can he be a disciple of a peasant family if he has no fingers in the water?"
The middle-aged farmer-like master looked at the equipment and related traces on Zhang Mingtu's body without any trace, and secretly shook his head.
The farm master surnamed Fang from Kyoto looked at Zhang Mingtu carefully, and there was deep doubt in his eyes.
Many people around him were surrounding him, all of them were well-known people from Jiujiang County. They were also looking forward to his response. Ruihai's eyes were as sharp as lightning, like a knife.
"Isn't he a member of the Jinyi Guards? If I remember correctly, he should be a general under the Jiujiang County Guards, transferred here by Lord Rui Hairui?"
"Since the master claims that this improved seed was developed by the master, I wonder if the master can explain why the improved seed is like this. The yield of the second round of sowing is greatly reduced?"
The exposed hands are not as thick as those common among martial arts practitioners, and are still somewhat slender. However, there are no heavy calluses on them, and there are no traces of the Yimu essence that has been infecting the Yimu magic circle for many years.
He wished he could skin the uniformed general in front of him alive, but facing the gazes of many people around him, he gritted his teeth, swallowed the overwhelming anger, and squeezed out a smile on his face.
The farmer surnamed Fang did not hesitate to take out a handful of the seeds he had just harvested from his arms, which he planned to keep as a souvenir.
The middle-aged old farmer who was worried at first also felt relieved: "I'm afraid he doesn't have the same idea as me and wants to fish in troubled waters, but this person's preparations are too little."
The same is true for the farmer master who wants to take credit. As soon as he saw Zhang Mingtu's operation, he immediately understood that the person in front of him was indeed extraordinary, at least his attainments in farming were extremely outstanding.
"Why did production drop so much?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible, you got ordinary seeds."
These traces are the pride of farm disciples and cannot be faked.
What Master Fang Xin said was not that obvious, but it was straightforward enough.
As long as the angels can suppress Rui Hai, as long as he can take the credit for this round and promote the fine seeds normally, his family will have countless glory and wealth. It was obvious that he was about to succeed just now, but the result is still ushered in
Big failure.
"Who is this? Why didn't I remember him before?"
"It should be that my previous research was still imperfect. There are still some aspects of the improved breed that have not been thoroughly studied, and its bloodline is not yet completely stable, so there are mistakes."
He reluctantly gave such an explanation, and at the same time thought that at least he could get through the scene and settle the accounts later.
But Zhang Mingtu, who was opposite him, slightly curved his mouth and said with a smile: "But my master didn't say that. He said that he had studied it thoroughly and there was no problem."