Collection of Huaxia: Halloween Tribute to Ice Sculpture Company

Half an hour passed quietly.

After drinking and eating, Zhou Jin was very puzzled. From the beginning to the end, Wang Shangwu didn't mention why he was asked to come.

"Mr. Wang, it's getting late, so just tell me if you have anything to say."

Wang Shangwu chuckled.

"Collected Huaxia received a good response on the Internet and gained a large number of fans. But Classics Huaxia only aired one episode, and it also received a good response. Although it is not as good as Dianhua Huaxia, its development momentum is very strong."

"What is your consciousness?"

Zhou Jin asked.

"Broadcasting in turn, earning traffic by crossing over."

Hearing this, Zhou Jin was taken aback.

Wang Shangwu noticed it, and asked puzzledly, "Xiao Zhou, do you disagree?"

Zhou Jin shook her head and said, "Mr. Wang, we want to go together."

The two smiled at each other.

Cross-broadcasting, firstly, relieves the audience's aesthetic fatigue, and secondly, it can take turns to harvest traffic. The two programs complement each other, and can achieve the effect of one plus one greater than two.More importantly, it carried forward the traditional Chinese culture.

Not only from celebrity stories, but also from ancient classics, it is more diversified, and the audience is willing to accept it, why not do it?

"Okay, Xiao Zhou, I feel relieved with your words."

"Since this is the case, there is no need to delay. Tomorrow, we will broadcast an episode of Huaxia Classics. I just don't know if the team behind you is ready? If it really doesn't work, it doesn't hurt to delay."

Zhou Jin smiled lightly.

"You don't need to worry about this, you are always ready."

Hearing this, Wang Shangwu was overjoyed.

The two clinked a glass and laughed endlessly.

It was already midnight when we left the hotel.

After several hours of long talk, Zhou Jin and Wang Shangwu were very happy, and made a lot of plans for the future development of the two programs.

All in all, it was a fruitful night.

After returning home, Zhou Jin fell asleep.

The next day, at 07:30 in the evening.

Zhou Jin and Qiqi sat in the closed studio.

Even though it was the second live broadcast, Qiqi was still a little nervous.

She has already experienced the power of special effects, as if she was there, as if she had traveled back and had a face-to-face conversation with the ancients.That real feeling, as if falling into a dream.

"Zhou Jin, what shall we introduce today?"

Zhou Jin smiled mysteriously and sold a trick.

"You'll find out later."

Time flies by.

"Are you ready?"

The voice of the staff came from the headset.

"Okay, the countdown to the broadcast, ten, nine, eight..."

The camera turns on.

Zhou Jin said with a smile on her face, "Welcome to the audience and friends to enter the live broadcast room. The second phase of Dian Huaxia will start on time. I am Zhou Jin."

"Hi everyone, I'm Qiqi."

Qiqi smiled sweetly.

"The more I look at it, the more I feel that there must be something behind these two people, and there is a CP feeling!"

"Praise, praise, which historical hero is this episode about?"

"It's nonsense upstairs, look at the title clearly, it's the classics of Huaxia, not the collection of Huaxia, this program is about ancient classics."

"Qiqi, yyds!"

"I unilaterally declare that Qiqi is my girlfriend. If you don't admit it, it's like I didn't say it."

With the strong popularity, the moment the live broadcast started, tens of thousands of people flooded into the live broadcast room instantly.

"There is such a book, which starts from the agriculture of 'Food is the most important thing for the people'. The knowledge in it involves all aspects of life and has been widely spread overseas. It is even known as the Chinese Encyclopedia of the Seventeenth Century,"

"The one who educates the people today is Daoju Shiqi. This book puts 'rice' at the top of the book. Farmers in the Ming Dynasty solved the problem of food and clothing through intensive farming according to this book. Now, academician Yuan Nongping invented hybrid rice, which greatly The output has been increased, and the two can be described as a time-space echo, a 'handshake' spanning hundreds of years."

"This book is the encyclopedia of ancient crafts "Heavenly Craftsmanship", the author, Ming Dynasty, Song Yingxing."

Following Zhou Jin's methodical introduction, the picture became a little darker.

The scorching sun is like a fire, hanging high in the sky.

The breeze was blowing, and the rice seedlings growing in the fields were all bent down, and the wind blew the ears of rice, and there was a rustling sound, and the air was filled with a unique smell of rice.

Not far away, there are a few looming black spots.

Looking closer, it was an old man over sixty years old with a kind face, wearing a straw hat on his head and wearing a thin undershirt.Beside him were seven or eight college students in white shirts and glasses.

Several people bent over their poles and carefully observed the growth of the rice.

"Grandpa Yuan, the sun is very strong, go over and have a rest."

Said a female student.

Yuan Nongping stood up, smiled kindly, looked at the flushed college students around him, and said, "Then go and have a rest."

Several people walked to the edge of the field under a big lush tree, relying on the shade of the tree to enjoy the shade.

"Grandpa Yuan, can this hybrid rice really be bred?"

Looking at the golden ears of rice, Yuan Nongping smiled faintly: "Efforts will always pay off, and we must believe in people's creativity. Once hybrid rice is successfully cultivated, it will completely solve the problem of food and clothing that has been difficult for thousands of years in China."

Several students were cheered up, and they all showed admiration in their eyes.

At this moment, a student asked, "Grandpa Yuan, do you have a dream?"

Hearing this, Yuan Nongping hesitated for a moment.

He turned around, put his hands on his hips, and looked at the rice field with deep eyes.

A gust of wind blows.

The ears of rice rolled in a wave, and there was a rustling sound, like a golden ocean.

"The dream of enjoying the cool under the grass is my lifelong dream."

Yuan Nongping said softly.

A few students looked puzzled and asked, "What is Hexia's dream of enjoying the shade?"

"I had a dream again. I dreamed that the rice was as tall as sorghum, the ears of wheat were as long as a broom, and the rice was as big as peanuts. A few friends and I played chess and drank tea under Heyin. I always wanted to turn it into Reality, this is the dream of enjoying the shade under Hexia."

A brief silence.

The students applauded and said, "Unlike me, my dream is to be rich."

"That's right, my dream is to live my life without worrying about food and drink. Grandpa's dream is so great."

Yuan Nongping showed a kind smile.

"There is no such thing as a great dream. Everyone's dream deserves to be respected. For example, if you become rich, you can help more poor people. And if you don't have to worry about food and drink all your life, there will be one less person in the world who worries about food and drink. people."

"There is no distinction between high and low in dreams. Children, a person is like a seed. To be a good seed, if you have a dream, you must bravely chase it. Don't hesitate."

Hearing this, the students only had admiration on their faces.

But then, a worried expression appeared.

"But the quality of the hybrid rice cultivated this year is uneven."

Yuan Nongping shook his head lightly and said, "This is hybrid rice. It is cultivated from generation to generation. During the process, the poor quality rice is removed, and the good quality rice is re-hybridized. In the end, a 'super rice' with high yield can be bred."

Super Rice?

When the student heard it, he became even more puzzled, and asked, "Is there really such a thing?"

"Of course, there are relevant records in "Kaigong Tianwu". The ancients had already sprouted the concept of miscellaneous rice more than 300 years ago. I just inherited and carried forward the ancients."

"I believe that the wisdom of the ancients is infinite, and hybrid rice will be successfully cultivated."