"Master was indeed in seclusion at first, but earlier today, we received a message from you, saying that he would bring Miss Qinghe to Wanggu City, so he came out of seclusion." The high priest glanced at Wen Yu standing there.
The woman behind Ze is indeed beautiful, but she is still a little less seductive than the seductive vixen Wuzhiqi said.
Cui Xingmeng wore the Xinyu Crystal and could clearly hear the high priest's voice. She hurriedly waved her hand to him as a greeting, then pointed at Ye Qinghe next to him, and then pointed at their king.
The high priest understood Cui Xingmeng's gesture, followed the direction of her finger, saw Ye Qinghe, and then shut up. Having followed Wen Yuze for thousands of years, he naturally knew his likes and dislikes. The person in front of him was cold and charming, but
Sweet or salty, the best thing in the world, indeed every strand of hair has grown on the aesthetics of his king! Not to mention selling Qi Yanji to Mars for her, it would probably take the entire solar system in exchange, and his king would not hesitate.
"Why, Wuzhiqi doesn't welcome me?" Ye Qinghe listened to the high priest's words and looked at the way he looked at him, so he teased.
"Why wouldn't Master welcome you? It's just a misunderstanding. Once we meet him, he will definitely like you." Wen Yuze looked carefully, as if he was about to take his wife to meet her parents.
"Okay, let's meet." Ye Qinghe originally had little interest in going to Wanggu City, but hearing that Wuzhiqi had misunderstood her actually aroused her curiosity. She walked a few steps quickly and passed by.
Wen Yuze walked in the front, and was the first to climb the steps of the wheat boat and step onto the wheat boat.
Seeing Ye Qinghe's queenly posture, the high priest no longer cared about Wen Yuze, and hurriedly followed behind, serving him carefully, thinking to himself, "This is probably another ancestor who can make our King He Boyu sad for thousands of years."
, this legendary aura after painting is really overwhelming.'
Ye Qinghe listened to the high priest's heartbroken thoughts and burst into laughter. He actually developed an inexplicable liking for this person. If he had not lost the demon silk back then, he would have met such an interesting person earlier.
Everyone followed Ye Qinghe and boarded the wheat boat one after another. The last guard who boarded the boat put away the steps made of wheat straw. At this time, Cui Xingmeng discovered that this wheat boat was really made of wheat. Even just now
The steps used to get on the boat are also made of tough and lightweight wheat straw. Therefore, it can easily float on the top of the wheat waves. The huge bottom area is enough to bear the weight of many people without collapsing.
The question is, how does this boat move? After Cui Xingmeng got on the boat, he looked back and forth for a long time, but could not find a cab or engine or other devices. He was wondering when he suddenly heard the high priest shouting in a long voice like a song,
"Get up~"
Then the breeze came, the wheat waves surged, and thousands of ears of wheat were like a relay, carrying the wheat boat they were sitting on! In the blink of an eye, the boat moved quickly, and the wheat boat had already left Miemeng Gallery far away.
This operation made everyone in Shiyiji on the wheat boat amazed! It was a true unity of heaven and man, free and easy. I don’t know whether the high priest called the wind to push the wheat waves, or whether the wheat boat knew the trend of the wind blowing the wheat waves and cruised among them!
In short, the picture is harmonious and beautiful. Between the sky and the earth, there is a golden ribbon. On top of the ribbon, there is a wheat boat. The people on the boat are flying in the wind. It is so pleasant!
"The Mayans of the Qiyan Period are indeed romantic!" Even Ye Qinghe was affected by this scene. He remembered Wen Yuze's evaluation of his own people and couldn't help but said to himself. She spoke in a very soft voice.
It was light, but the wind blew it every word, and in the ears of Wen Yuze, who was sitting at the stern of the boat, it turned into a smile that could not be removed from Wen Yuze's face.
"From 18 degrees to 50 degrees north latitude, from plains to mountains with an altitude of 4,000 meters, this circle of wheat waves in the northern temperate zone is the best transportation hub in the Qiyan Period." Yuan Yizhou couldn't help but admire the Mayan people, who united nature and man.
Wisdom, this is more efficient and environmentally friendly than any road in the Shiyi Period.
"Now is the season when the wheat is ripe. You can sail on the wheat waves like this, but what about other seasons?" Feng Shuhai, who was completely insulated from romance, thought of a technical problem.
The high priest was very unhappy when he saw this ignorant Shi Yiji ruining the romantic atmosphere he had carefully created, and said angrily, "We have wheat waves all year round, this is not a problem!"
"There are wheat waves in all four seasons?!" Feng Shuhai asked in surprise and with increasing excitement, "What does this mean? Do you have no four seasons, or can wheat waves grow four seasons? You are not serious in what you say."
When an artist meets a scientist, their conversation is like that of a high priest and Feng Shuhai, not on the same channel at all.
"This is the earth, the northern temperate zone. Of course there are four seasons!" Wen Yuze interjected. He really didn't want his high priest's mood to be messed up. When he saw the master later, he still needed the high priest's help, so he took it.
Feng Shuhai’s problem.
The high priest seemed to have noticed Wen Yuze's thoughts, and was happy to be at ease, so he ignored Feng Shuhai.
"The wheat in the Qiyan period is four-grain wheat, and one grain of wheat will sprout and grow in each season." Wen Yuze explained, "So it is not very strict to say that the wheat wave can grow for four seasons." His high priest was confused.
When someone is criticized, it is natural to help him feel better.
Feng Shuhai didn't take it seriously, but still focused on technology, "A grain of wheat has 14 chromosomes, the most primitive mother species of wheat?!"
"Yes, it's the mother seed of wheat, Yikemai." Wen Yuze was a little surprised. Yuan Yizhou's partner did not expect him to also do research on crop breeding.
Feng Shuhai's heart was already filled with excitement at this time, "We have reached the limit of cultivating two-grain wheat. Ordinary wheat is both one-grain wheat and two-grain wheat. Unlike different wild grass plants, after many iterations of evolution, we can still solve this problem."
Diseases and insect pests and increased yields. But four-grain wheat has been cultivated here! There is even a grain of wheat heading every season. This is simply a miracle of breeding in the agricultural field!'
"And the taste of a grain of wheat is different in each season. When we arrive at Wanggu City later, everyone can try which season's wheat you like best." Wen Yuze heard Feng Shuhai's inner thoughts and gave him another message.
A gust of wind was added to make him toss even more violently.
"Mr. Wen, what do you mean by taste? Can you describe it in detail?" Every question Feng Shuhai asked was like writing an appraisal report, direct and boring.
"For example, there are some single-grain wheat that carry fruit genes and have the sweetness of fruits. My master's favorite is the wheat field at the foot of Dashuiquan Mountain. The ripe single-grain wheat in early spring tastes very much like a peach.
"Wen Yuze explained, "Is this specific enough?"
Feng Shuhai's knowledge system has been completely overturned. This wheat field of the emotional Maya can not only grow wheat, but also grow peach-flavored wheat!!