Collection of Huaxia: Halloween Tribute to Ice Sculpture Company

At this moment.

Yuan Nongping's eyes radiated light, and there was a happy smile on his face.

Indeed, no matter how hard it is for everyone who is struggling in the world, it is not easy.When talking about the dreams in your heart, you can burst out a powerful energy from the depths of your heart.Very contagious, can make others tremble.

A thin figure with a slightly curved back casts a long shadow under the sunlight.

It looks so stalwart and extraordinary.

"Grandpa Yuan is really a well-deserved hero."

"Without Grandpa Yuan, we would still be struggling to get enough food and clothing."

"Hybrid rice has completely solved the problem of food and clothing for the Chinese nation. With the development of the times, we are no longer limited to eating well, and we are moving towards eating well."

"Grandpa Yuan has not stopped exploring, the fifth generation of super rice. It not only increases the yield, but also pays special attention to the taste and nutrition."

As soon as the screen changed, he returned to the live broadcast room.

"In the Ming Dynasty more than 300 years ago, there was also a great scholar who devoted himself to the study of rice. Even at the expense of his official career and the life of a wealthy official, he resolutely bent down and worked in the fields."

"He is Song Yingxing, the author of "Kicking the Sky"."

"Viewers and friends in the live broadcast room, with the camera, let's go back to the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty more than 300 years ago."

The fire umbrella is soaring, and the sun is venomous.

On the outskirts of Xin County, Jiangxi Province, in a piece of farmland, the turquoise rice is growing very well, the rice is full and full, and the seedlings are tall and straight.With a gust of brisk summer wind, she swayed from side to side.

Take a closer look.

A young man in a robe, who looks like a scholar, is bending over, carefully observing the growth of each rice plant.

This person is Song Yingxing who is in his youth.

From time to time, he also crouched down.

He stretched out his hand and dug out a handful of soil on the ground, feeling the condition of the soil.

After working for more than an hour, he stopped and walked to a lush tree beside the farmland to avoid the fierce sun.Regardless of the dust on the ground, he just sat down without any scruples.

The robe on Song Yingxing's body was covered with mud, his face was covered with muddy water, and there was even mud left between his fingernails.All over the body, there is no clean place.

But he didn't care at all, looking at the thriving rice seedlings around him.

A silly smile appeared on his face, except for the two rows of front teeth in his mouth, which were still clean.

After resting for a while, Song Yingxing stood up, ready to continue working.

At this moment, a black spot appeared not far away.

From far to near, the black dot became bigger and bigger, and when the distance was tens of meters, it became the shape of a person.

"Chang Geng, why are you still working in the fields? You have been here since early morning, and now the afternoon has passed, what a waste of time. The hands of the two of us brothers should be serving the court with brushes and ink. Not carrying a hoe to dig Dude, do these meaningless things."

The person who came was Song Yingxing's eldest brother, named Song Yingsheng.

Facing the elder brother's reprimand, Song Yingxing didn't get angry.

Instead, he turned his hands away, looked at the seedlings in the field, and said softly: "This is also a major national event, and it is related to the ration of Liming people."

The Ming Dynasty lasted for five years. Song Yingxing was born in a scholarly family in Xinxian County, Jiangxi Province.

When he first understood human language, his father would whisper it in his ear every day.

"Your great-grandfather used to be the secretary of three departments, and the ancestral grave of your family is full of smoke every day. Your grandfather died young, and he would burp if he was selected. Your father and I... suffer from exam syndrome, and can only be one in a lifetime." Poor scholar."

Then his eyes froze, and he looked at Song Yingxing.

"You are talented and intelligent, and you can already recite poems and paint at a young age. I believe that under my training, your future is limitless."

The young Song Yingxing was encouraged by his father every day.

I naturally set a goal in my heart: "Take part in the imperial examination and become a high official!"

Father Song pursued the family revitalization policy of "spreading nets in many ways and focusing on training", and was affected by Song Yeying's early death, so he gave birth to four white and fat boys in one breath. Without saying a word, he hurried away go to school.

Song Yingxing ranked third, the smartest of the four brothers, and was placed high hopes by Song Lao.

He did not disappoint his father, he loved reading since he was a child, and studied hard, hoping to fulfill his father's wish.

Gradually, after reading the classics of famous masters, I was not satisfied, and I took out the works of previous dynasties to look through them. A small head is full of knowledge, which can be called a walking library.

One day, when I read Li Shizhen's "Compendium of Materia Medica", I was particularly shocked.

Li Shizhen, who had never passed the imperial examination three times in a row, was able to write such a masterpiece.Song Yingxing stared, and had no other thoughts except shock.

As everyone knows, his future fate is much more miserable than that of Li Shizhen.

That is, since the beginning of this book, his love for astronomy, geography, agronomy, and crafts has germinated deep in his heart.It also quietly laid the groundwork for his miserable life in the future.

But at this time, Song Yingxing, who was busy in the fields, hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Chang Geng, now that you and I have passed the exam, it means that one foot has entered the officialdom, and even if you fail the test in the future, you can still be a parent official. Let others see that you do rough farm work again, so don't be laughed at." Lost teeth?"

"Everything is low-grade, only reading is high-end, you care, what are you paying attention to these low-grade things?"

Song Yingxing shook his head and said, "Within a radius of ten thousand miles, there is nothing that should not be heard. In my eyes, grain is the most important thing for the country."

"you!"

Song Yingsheng gritted his teeth angrily.

But there was nothing he could do, he couldn't bear to blame the youngest son whom the whole family loved.

Suddenly, Song Yingxing turned around.

Pointing to the lush trees above the head.

"Brother, I have a dream. I hope that the rice seedlings will grow as tall as a big tree, as thick as a tree, and bear fruits as big as leaves, so that poor people all over the world will have enough to eat and drink. I make it a dream of enjoying the shade under the grass."

Song Yingxing's eyes lit up.

"Okay, everyone has their own aspirations. As a brother, I should support you. I don't want to say anything more. Let you go."

Song Yingsheng sighed helplessly.

With the affirmation of his elder brother, Song Yingxing was busy in the fields while preparing for the exam.

The next year, the capital will try.

Before leaving, Song Yingxing stood beside the post station, uttering bold words in high spirits.

"It's just a mere test, how can it be difficult for you and my brother, big brother, after we enter the officialdom, we will take care of each other, and we will be able to shine in the family. Assist the current emperor to achieve an immortal career."

Song Yingsheng's brain became hot, and he echoed: "It makes sense!"

A month later, the list was revealed.

The two of them went to look at the list confidently, their brows became more and more furrowed as they looked at it, none of them passed the exam, and they all failed the exam.

Recalling the bold words and lofty ambitions before departure, Song Yingxing's face felt a little hot.

The two of them didn't say anything, they squatted next to the inn where they were going home.